I wrote the other day about how my iPod was
obsessing about John Coltrane’s A Love Supreme, and yesterday I had a text from a friend who I think was listening – not hearing, because I know I’ve played it to her before, but
listening - to A Love Supreme for the first time, and she was bowled over by it.
It is music that demands listening to.
This got me thinking about what it is in the music that I – and many others - find so compelling.
There is something about Coltrane. I remember an article in
The Wire when it was still a jazz magazine. It was about Coltrane on, I think, the twentieth anniversary of his death (which means it is more than twenty years ago now) (actually, I got that wrong – I think it must have been
April 1991…). The article – by Richard Cook, I think – started with words that went a bit like this…
There are crazy jazz fans out there for whom John Coltrane is a kind of messiah, a god-like figure to be worshiped with awe. Thing is, they are right…
(If anyone has a copy of this article – and if you do, you’ll know the one I mean – I’d love to see it. Here’s looking at you, bro’…)
Coltrane really does inspire that kind of devotion.
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