Recently I criticized contemporary conservative jazz. These two solos exlempify the kind of thing I miss today. More young musicians without a natural experimental bent should cop this vibe.
There's no Bud Powell, no McCoy Tyner, no Bill Evans, no Herbie Hancock, no Brad Mehldau, no avant-garde, and no "going for house" here. But there is pure improvisation in both hands -- you can see Lewis and Rowles surprise themselves -- a magnificent instrumental technique, and a placement of swinging phrases in the deepest part of the beat. They also only need a chorus or two to make their point.