Miles. Keypoint Prometheus where orbits and opposites intersect
and where sparks take wing.
Chet. Frailty and Fragility somehow make it through.
Elvin. The wheels,the wheels.....
Kirk. Baron Samedi,old as the music itself,carrying its origins into
the day.
McLaughlin. More for the great industrial chords unleashed on
"Jack Johnson " than for the barbed wire of Mahavishnu.
Bill Evans. "My Foolish Heart."
Ornette or not.
Ray Charles. The knowing little sob in the organ solo on
" I'm gonna move to the outskirts of town "
( Genius + Soul = Jazz )
Jimmy Smith. Barely - contained animal vigour spiked
with something dark.
Trane. There are times when only Coltrane,the Real Thing,
will do.After the glare of his intensity,much of what
followed feels fatuous by comparison.