Originally posted by Ian Thumwood
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I have to say I actually love a lot of what you lot of masculists decry from that period, maybe epitomised by Charles Lloyd, and Jack deJohnette's Compost. For me it represents another kind of feminine spirit, tangentially related to Miles's, but I do think it was reflective of the shock following Coltrane's untimely death.
It's funny how a health scare can change one's directions in life. Since 2 years ago, as I told Alan Wilkinson's wife Gina Southgate in Cafe Oto the other evening, I seem to be turning back from loud high energy music and more to what transitioned me from more conservative stuff to it. I wasn't expecting this to follow. Maybe I'll find God next, or something.
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