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The first time I heard Coltrane's "A Love Supreme," I wasn't ready for it. The opening gong felt like a door opening to something sacred, something I didn't have words for yet. Now, decades later, that same recording still stops me in my tracks.
What strikes me most about Coltrane's spiritual period isn't just the technical mastery—though those cascading runs still make my heart race—it's the complete surrender to something larger than himself. You can hear him reaching, searching, sometimes stumbling toward transcendence. The imperfections make it more beautiful, more human.
This is what great art does