There's a moment on Kamasi Washington's Heaven and Earth — somewhere deep in the track "Truth" — where the horns swell...
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There's a moment in John Coltrane's "A Love Supreme" where the saxophone seems to transcend its physical form entirely....
The rain came sideways this morning, slapping against the window in bursts that sounded almost like applause. I stood th...
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The woman at the coffee shop asked if I wanted room for cream, and I said yes even though I drink it black. I watched he...
There's a moment about four minutes into Makaya McCraven's "In These Times" where everything clicks. The drums—his drums...
The first note hit like a question mark hanging in the smoky air of the Blue Note last night. A tenor sax, breathy and d...
Walked past a small gallery this morning—storefront barely wider than my shoulders, dusty window catching pale winter li...
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Coltrane's "A Love Supreme" at Sunrise There's a moment forty seconds into "Acknowledgement" where the bass becomes a pr...
There's a particular thrill when you first encounter a piece of art that speaks a language you didn't know you needed to...
There's a moment in Coltrane's "A Love Supreme" where the tenor saxophone reaches so high that it ceases to be music and...