In music as in poetry I find myself returning again and again to certain artists, certain songs. Maybe it is part of being middle-aged to want to return every now and then to what we already know and understand. Maybe it is simply an aspect of being human… seeking the comfort of the familiar.
When the poet is great enough – Yeats, or Keats, or Milton – no amount of returning will ever exhaust the well of revelation and comfort. When the musician is “great” enough it is the same way.
Coltrane is great enough in every sense of that word. Great enough to return to again and again and again.
On on beautiful fall day when the leaves are just turning, Coltrane is just the thing.