USA, 1966, free jazz
This one is quite the journey for me, and I do mean journey. The music details a step by step—and sometimes leap by leap, or even some somersaulting—journey to the Magic City. I start outside and let the music sweep and draw me into the city walls. Once inside, there’s a parade of freaks making music and leading farther in. Within are inhabitants not of this world, where music is not something to be consumed and enjoyed. Music is not at the service of the listener. Quite the opposite, to be sure.