While listening to a Coltrane bootleg and reading a Thomist thinker, it occurred to me. The higher something is, the more imperfections we are willing to endure in contemplating it. The sound quality of this recording was very bad; I could not hear Jimmy Garrison on bass at all. But Trane and Roy Haynes were in another world. It was worth it.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
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