Swirling, confident, those sax notes stretch and blow
above the drums, full of his blue notes,
fifty years ago, new as now.
Gold snake muzzles down rat-eye alleys, pokes in hollows and hooch holes, gathers up the Hell-hurt passed out on bad juice or junk, noses out on the street, hubcup cymbal-ride … Continue reading
Here’s a favorite from Trane with the amazing McCoy Tyner on piano: And here’s another that on a first listen sounds simple, but actually there’s a rich conversation between the … Continue reading