If smiles are open parentheticals John Coltrane’s is where I’d like to travel—a borderless crescent slivering with ecstatic grief and troubled abandon. There is truth in the way his lips part, the truth of reluctance and the truth of martyrs. The truth of ardor and the truth of ennui. After years of kissing brass to make it thrash and thrill, I imagine it hurt to show his teeth to the delicate petals, to see if they could match his bloom, unfolding as he unfolds like an unfurled fist turning to a wave,
This is an absolutely magical piece of writing! Thank you
Beautiful spontaneous incantation of openness, thank you
Beautiful. Thank you ❤️
wonderful evocation of JC. thank you https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVZWdo6l1EA
Gorgeous. A tribute not just to 'Trane but to all sound. Thank you.
All gods are crazy 🙌
What a beauty this was....
gloat and glee and a whole lotta soul