John Coltrane died on July 17, 1967 at the age of forty. Had he lived, he would have turned 90 on September 23rd of this year. When one considers the profound effect he hadnot just on jazz, but on music as a wholein the brief two decades of his career, it's not only daunting, but depressing, to try and imagine what he might have done with four or five more. Initially a gifted Hard Bop player, his own musical and philosophical quest would lead him to channel the energy and ingenuity of that spirited style through the prism of the avant-garde, making him, all at once, a virtuoso and a visionary. Despite hemorrhaging the support of many bewildered critics and fans during his last and most musically daring years, his untimely death sent shockwaves through the musical community at a time when many believed the future of jazz was already in doubt. In the years since, he has only become increasingly respected and reveredactually sainted in some circleseven eclipsing the great Charlie Parker
as the iconic jazz saxophonist.
I was 13 years old when I discovered John Coltrane. Flipping idly through my father's CD's one afternoon, I came across the four disc Live in Japan
recording. At this point, I knew nothing about Coltraneor even jazz, really. I was a punk rock kid. But I had heard his name before and, always musically curious, I popped one of the CD's into the stereo. The initially mellow and meditative opening to "Peace on Earth" hooked me with its hypnotic power, but as I listened, the music began to stretch out, zig-zagging in unpredictable directions, pushing at its own boundaries with accelerating iterations, reaching for something unnamable, and eventually transcending every notion of music I had ever encountered. Coming from punk rock, nothing about the seeming chaos and cacophony of it was off-putting to me. In fact, it swept me away. It was, simultaneously, like nothing I had ever heard before and like being confronted by the musical manifestation of something I had been carrying inside me for as long as I could remember. By the time the track's 25 minutes were up, I was converted. I dove headlong into an exploration of Coltrane, who, in turn, opened the door to the entire jazz genre, leading me on a path of musical discovery I am still walking. But, to this day, even though I now count Monk and Powell, Prez and Sonny Rollins
, among my all-time favorites, even though I am eagerly awaiting the next releases from Ambrose Akinmusire
and Kris Bowers
, no onein any genrehits home for me like Coltrane does.
Incredibly prolific, Coltrane appeared on something in the vicinity of 120 recordings during his life, either as sideman or leader. I think, at this point, I've heard them all. But there are a handful I find myself returning to again and again. These are the albums of his that, for whatever reason, have gotten inside me in their own very particular way. I find them, like all the greatest music, inexhaustible. Endlessly captivating. Unfailingly moving. I wouldn't necessarily call them Coltrane's best albums, per se. There are some pretty startling omissions (My Favorite Things
, ironically, among them), but after all these years, what is there left to say about Kind of Blue
or A Love Supreme
...? Does anyone need to be encouraged to give them a fresh listen...? At the same time, I can't honestly leave off Giant Steps
, because I probably listen to it at least once a week. No, true to the Coltrane spiritsome would say the spirit of jazzthis list is not intended to be definitive for anyone other than me. This is my Coltrane: A personal appreciation of an artist and musician who has had an unparalleled impact, not just on my life, but on the past 90 years. Tenor Madness
(Prestige, 1956)Though Coltrane appears only on the title track of this Sonny Rollins classic, it marks the only time the two sax icons recorded together. Alternating call-and-response phrases in addition to lengthier solo stretches, the two budding geniuses cheerfully play off each other, forgoing the "top this" tone that would typically turn such pairings into a classic cutting contest, opting instead for a generous give-and-take. Rollins' thick, bluesy tone and Monk-inspired phrasing contrast perfectly with Coltrane's brighter, rapid-fire runs as each player digs into the tune in his own inimitable way. These two seminal jazzmen were only ever in competition with themselves, after all, and their lone collaboration stands as a dynamic document of their distinctive early styles and mutual respect. Thelonious Monk And John Coltrane Live At Carnegie Hall
(Blue Note, 1957)After his out of control substance abuse resulted in him being unceremoniously booted from Miles Davis
' ensemble, Coltrane spent the early months of 1957 kicking his bad habits cold turkey. Once clean, he spent the rest of the year learning all he could from Thelonious Monk
, rehearsing constantly and recording regularly. The resulting albums (Monk's Music
and Thelonious Monk with John Coltrane
) have long been objects of fascination and adulation, but this live recording, long believed lost, eclipses both. Recorded in November of '57, but not discovered until 2005, Live at Carnegie Hall
captures Monk's and Coltrane's unique chemistry at its peak. A beautiful and breathtaking highwire act, these radically different jazz radicals weave in and out of each other with seemingly psychic fluidity and grace. Ably augmented by Ahmed Abdul-Malik
and Shadow Wilson (giving one of his finest showings in one of his final recordings), the two create a soulful, layered interplay that defies both convention and expectation. Art Blakey Big Band
(Bethlehem, 1957)Most of Blakey's and Coltrane's collaborations occurred under the rigorous, disciplined musical leadership of Thelonious Monk (Blakey drums on the aforementioned Monk's Music), and the two were more than up to the singular challenges of actualizing Monk's eccentric vision. But in December of 1957, Blakey recruited Coltrane for his one-off Big Band project, and the result was something altogether different in its high-spirited, swaggering style. Sure, you could make the case that neither the musical concept nor approach are especially innovative (Dizzy Gillespie
had already pioneered the melding of a Basie-esque orchestra with a Bop sensibility), but the format nonetheless allows Blakey and Coltrane to stretch out in their own preferred styles, bringing all the panache their playing had become known for to the proceedings. It's a blast listening to two of the genre's greatest instrumentalists blow the roof off with full orchestral backing, and while it may not be a landmark, it's certainly an overlooked gem. Pure listening bliss.