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Jazz
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January 24, 2026•
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I still remember the first time I heard Coltrane's A Love Supreme—I was nineteen, sitting cross-legged on a dorm room floor, and I had no idea what was about to hit me. The opening bassline crept in like a prayer, then the piano and drums swept me into something I couldn't name. It wasn't background music; it was a conversation, a meditation, a cry into the void that somehow felt like an answer. I didn't understand jazz then, not really, but I understood that I was hearing someone reach for transcendence and actually touch it.

What Coltrane does in that album is what all great art does: he makes the abstract tangible. He takes devotion—this private, shapeless thing—and translates it into rhythm and tone and breath. The suite unfolds in four parts, but it doesn't feel structured; it feels alive, improvised in the best sense, as if he's discovering the melody even as he plays it. There's a rawness to it, a vulnerability. You can hear him searching, pushing against the limits of his instrument, reaching for something beyond technique.

Listening to it now, decades removed from that first encounter, I'm struck by how it still resists easy interpretation. It's not trying to please you. It's not even trying to explain itself. It simply is—an offering, a document of one artist's spiritual reckoning. And yet, for all its intensity, it's deeply generous. Coltrane invites you in. He doesn't demand that you know the lineage of bebop or understand modal jazz. He asks only that you listen, really listen, and let the music do what it wants to do.

That's the magic of jazz at its best: it's never static. Every performance is a new conversation, a negotiation between structure and spontaneity, tradition and innovation. Coltrane honored the giants who came before him—Monk, Parker, Ellington—but he didn't mimic them. He took what they gave him and turned it into something entirely his own.

If you've never listened to A Love Supreme, do yourself a favor. Find a quiet hour, put on headphones, and let it unfold. Don't worry about understanding it. Just feel it. Let Coltrane's saxophone guide you through the chaos and the calm, the longing and the resolution. You might not come out the other side with answers, but you'll come out changed. That's what great art does. #music #jazz #Coltrane #transcendence

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