John Coltrane - Live At the Village Vanguard Again
Alice Coltrane died today at age 69. Let's take a minute to remember one of the last of the giants.
That's right. I called her one of the giants. You want to make something of it? She took a lot of shit in her day - the Yoko of jazz, kind of. But she didn't deserve it (neither did Yoko, but that's another post).
Don't believe me? Have a listen to this one. McCoy Tyner was and is a bad-ass piano player, and a hard act to follow with Trane's band. But where McCoy was all spiky and angular, with oddball voicings and suspended fourths, Alice was calm as an ocean breeze.
And putting that calm underneath the big round tone of JC, even with the antics of Pharoah, gave this music a devotional feel that noone else can match. This is one of my favorite jazz joints ever, so give it a try.
I can hear you whiners now: oh, sure, she can hold her own among titans, but her own albums... Give me a couple days, and I'll show you that her solo records are the goods, as well.