USA, 1967, free jazz / post-bop
I’m writing this little entry on very little sleep. A typhoon kept me up all night—and then the power went out. Trees being uprooted. I ran to the store in the middle of the night and bought a lot of ice so I could throw my perishables into a cooler. I’ve got the sound of that typhoon ringing in my memory, so this album’s first track is par for the course. A pretty wild ride that eventually settles into something—though not predictable—at least calmer than before. There is a kind of placidity after the storm.