Saturday, September 5, 2009
John Coltrane (USA) - Impressions (1963)
Impressionist music, this jazz, sure. I can tell because I see all the nervous, unhappy brushstrokes and composition such as to make one unable to understand which way to listen, from where, what angle, how to position one's ears that grow older and wiser with every note anyway. It's like walking a long long walk, when you have loads of time to think and you inspect the environment thoroughly. At one point all the ground is obviously blue and there are patches of grass on the clouds. At another point you're the blue thing and below you are the deepest depths of the sea of you. Memories afloat as we reflect in images - some we are proud of, some we shun and they eat us up inside. Just like that, madly impressed he gives it his all, but John is still blue after the rain. Maybe some memory-tree he couldn't bring himself to cut down, growing in the middle of the room.
One day he climbs that tree, finds himself lying all tar-stained on the roof, watching the sun go up and down, losing it in-between. 'Cause hey, there are certainties which will never cease to amaze, leaving an everlasting impression of awe.
01. India 14:11
02. Up 'Gainst The Wall 3:17
03. Impressions 14:57
04. After The Rain 4:26
Total playing time 36:51
Let me tell you something-
John Coltrane is Claude Monet. (check the comments out)
At 6AM I was sitting in the tenement hallway playing with a big fat cat. How awesome is that? It's a solid-shape communist era building, but let me tell you something else; I don't hear any army choirs lately, for the times they are a-changin'. For better or worse, who knows, but I hear those two go hand in hand.