Coltrane

Always looking, Coltrane always tried to be ready for the unexpected revelation, “that feeling.”

I was converted, or educated, from listening first to Coltrane with Miles Davis for many nights.

“Coltrane's really something,” Miles told me one afternoon in 1958.

Only at this black college did the students talk of Bird and Ornette Coleman, and especially of Coltrane.

I don't think Coltrane spoke of society or political theory.

Looking higher, he discovered a well-worn silk hat, and beneath it the kindly, smooth face of Colonel Abner Coltrane.

Coltrane left him in his mood, relying upon the influence of changed surroundings to restore his equilibrium.

Goree reached out one hand and groped until it rested upon Coltrane's fingers, which held his bridle.

He toppled so slowly to the left that Coltrane had time to urge his horse to that side, and catch him with one arm.

Coltrane brought a pitcher of the cool water, and held it for him to drink.