10—So What
The dream-like rubato prelude Paul & Bill as
intricate as Jazz can be as Trane & Cannon join in
and when @ 1:31 Miles trumpet enters we
understand this is where time stops or makes a
shift from clock-watch to ooooooooooooooooohhhh!
from mental monkey-mind grocery list making to
one soft blur. Bill hints at the next
scale, gives John Coltrane reason
to pause before
the modal shift then a new burst of energy as he launches into the
next improvised line. Atmospheric & charged w/
expectation.
During a dream there is no time, or it comes out like
a twisted replica of the tick tick tick.
Solo after solo easy-going & natural & funky as a late-afternoon whistle
is it a passing stranger on 52nd street? Is it
not the essence of artistic act to alchemize or mitigate
as a modern-day Merlin transmuting post-modern living into something
easy & delectable as the end of time
as Bruce said: Holy the Bop Apocalypse! when
it is Trane's horn & not Gabriel
looks like he's here to announce the end of suffering
on this planet. The way into nirvana or recognizing your
essence. It's only a
paper moon but it looks so damn real.
8.10.01 w/ lines from
Kind of Blue: The Making of the Miles Davis Masterpiece
pg 136
