50 years ago, he left us...
John Coltrane - Love
fuck those who don’t think about a beach in winter. About the wind that doesn’t bother you. About the sea that washes up near your feet. About you being alone, with your own shit to deal with. fuck those who don’t think of having this stuff in their ears. fuck those who don’t have at least one Coltrane to listen to. fuck those who don’t even have a blues to cry over. fuck those who don’t love kulu se mama. fuck those who listen to this stuff and don’t get goosebumps. fuck those who have never listened to it. fuck those who don’t love this album. fuck a website that doesn’t update. As for my resume, who knows where I put it. fuck those who don’t think the cover is a masterpiece. fuck those who don’t have dental issues. fuck those who haven’t written a song, when they were young, for a woman they loved, and who today – no longer young – still plays it...