Alice Coltrane walked out onstage, joining an ensemble led by her son Ravi on a recent and historic night at Joe's Pub. The bassist Darryl Hall played an immediately recognizable four-note line and the group (also featuring drummer E.J. Strickland) launched into the only reasonable song they could have chosen for the evening, if one that many in the packed room might well have thought would be too much to ask for. Meanwhile, a continent away stands a church that has taken the author of that composition, Alice's late husband John, as a patron saint. And while claiming a saint outside the proper channelsthe pope is unlikely to recognize Trane anytime soonis an unorthodox move, if anyone in jazz is a contender for sainthood, well, they picked the right man.
The night at Joe's Pub marked the release of a two-disc reissue of John Coltrane's signature 1965 record, A Love Supreme, and a book chronicling the making of the classic record. The album is not just a brilliant achievement by one of America's most important musicians. It's not only an apogee in the development of jazz, standing as one of the watermarks during a vital time when jazz was being stripped of such notions as theme-solo-theme, chordal progressions and even successive solos. It is quite simply one of the major statements of faith in a higher power in recent history. Removed from its importance in the jazz pantheon, the album is a bowing before God in a country and during a century when such statements were decidedly unfashionable.
The tradition into which Trane entered in the 1940s, and to which he was devoted until his death in 1967, was at least in part a religious endeavor. At that time, much of the source material was still gospel and spiritual songs, blues and slave songs, much of the inspiration coming from the church. Coltrane was hardly alone in bringing this foundation to the fore; Duke Ellington composed masses, Pharaoh Sanders and Albert Ayler professed their faith in no uncertain terms, and countless others blurred the lines within Black American music. But with A Love Supreme, Coltrane made a statement. It's not the stuff of a jamboree or an evangelist tent, but a dignified, pronounced and above all serious work. It's hard to imagine even the most cynical remaining untouched. In the introduction to A Love Supreme: The Story of John Coltrane's Signature Album, author Ashley Kahn goes even further in stating the case that cannot be overstated:
"It's difficult to write of Coltrane and not sound heavy- handed. As enticing as the inevitable Trane/train metaphors may be, so are the Christ-like parallels. The saxophonist's life of self- sacrifice, message of universal love, death at an early ageeven his initialsamplify the temptation." Needless to say, none of those are points Kahn was the first to notice. The casting of Coltrane as Savior has been taken, perhaps, to the extreme at a small, storefront church in San Francisco. Calling itself the St. John Coltrane African Orthodox Church, the congregation holds jam sessions after sermons and takes Coltrane as their patron saint. The walls are decorated with mock stained-glass windows featuring Trane, an eternal flame leaping from the bell of his horn. If it's all a little extreme, it still shows the esteem in which the man is held.
It's an extreme into which his widow, however, politely does not buy. While she worked with the congregation, which was founded in 1969, during the '70s, she said the focus on her husband or any humanled her to part ways with the church.
"You can believe in who you wish," she said. "It's something in your heart. So when people say, 'Oh, he was like an angel,' I don't take it away from them because who knows the set of experiences that can bring about a religious experience?
"If a person wants to adhere to a human being before God, maybe they're permitted to grow more in their appreciation, but now it's time to look up, to know greater matters in your soul and advance in your greater appreciation."
Alice Coltrane now devotes much of her time to a Vadantic center near her southern California home which practices a mixture of Indian and Christian beliefs. She has retired from commercial music making, and now her only musical outlet is recordings of music, traditional compositions as well as her own, that are supplied to religious institutions for use during meditation. If she questions the canonization of her late husband, however, the power of music for her is beyond doubt.
"Music is spiritual," she said. "It's invisible and that's where your faith comes in. It can be seen. It has shape. It has form. Music comes from within your heart, within your soul."
As for A Love Supremerecorded after Alice and John were together but before she had joined his band, the composition, she said, seemed a statement divinely inspired.
I love jazz because next to my kids, it's the love of my life.
I was first exposed to jazz by Joe Rico from a tiny station in Niagara Falls in 1954 when I was 13.
The best show I ever attended was Maynard Ferguson who blew the roof off Massey Hall in the late 50s.
My advice to new listeners is to listen to everything you can and then listen again.