Really, Joe at the end was heart breaking to watch but man, he summoned all the power he could muster to speak his version of the truth. His music seemed so distilled, all meat no fat, totally on purpose, no wasted thought or energy.
I dunno we used to sit around listening to all these records when I was coming up, and have endless conversations about who had the chop, and who could blow who off. Soo seventh grade. I wonder what someone who actually knew Joe or played with him readding this stuff would think of these conversations?
You should read Eric Nisenson's Book Ascension-John Coltrane and his Quest. I resisted his conclusion for a long time, but I think that the last few years have shown him to be not so far off. Let's see If I can say it quick; Trane took the music to the boundaries of melody, harmony and rhythm. Nobody, not even McCoy, Elvin, Chick, Herbie or even Joe or Wayne got there and they, are still alive, along with a ton of other guys that can play too. You know the list, Sonny, Brecker, Leibman, ect. I think he lumped Miles and all the guys playing fusion then too in there. Why haven't they been able to propel the music forward?
I know, it upset me too at first. But I lived at least fifteen years of my life, where I never went out to hear music, I didn't know any musicians or even anybody that knew who any of these guys were. I listened to all the Impulse stuff... well like at least fifty Coltrane records I had, so from all periods. I had about 2000 vinyl discs in the '80's, Rock, Fusion, basic Bach, Beethoven, Brhams, Hyden, Mozart... but Blue Note, Prestige, CTI and Fantasy like mad. All the people I came into contact with thought music was either rock or country.
When I started playing again and began to go out, talk with fans and musicians who were all still into jazz, I was flat blown away that there were all these people who were rabid Coltrane fans. Maybe they didn't even know that much about other artists or the history, they were into Coltrane for some reason or other. Lots of young musicians hear about Trane and listen to it, then hear something in it. I thought for a long time that i was the only person left in the world that would rather listen to Johnny Hartman and Trane play Lush Life that Led Zepplin. I mean Wise One, Cresent, Blue Trane... all this stuff every day over and over, to the point now where I almost can't even listen to Trane, it's just too heavy. They play enough on the radio that I get warm fuzzies when I'm driving down the street and Mr.PC or Giant Steps or Dear Lord comes over the radio... over the freakin' air waves!
I got to see Wayne in a small club then Weather Report in various incarnations. I saw Joe sit in one Wednesday night in a small club on Fillmore Street circa '74. That was pretty mind bending. As soon as I could get into clubs, about the end of '70 or so, I tried to see every jazz artist that came to the Bay Area.
Lots of tenor players. I never got to see Coltrane and really until recently when I found all these YouTube videos of live film clips, never really thought twice about the fact that I was only informed by recordings.
When I saw Hendrix, and Cream... or Miles, Dexter, Dizzy, Art Blakey, Oscar, McCoy, Chick, Herbie... you know all this stuff that is completely off the radar of mainstream culture... I could feel the energy. Anybody could if you had a pulse. You are in the same space with them... you get it!
I went to see McCoy and Michael Brecker at the old Yoshi's before they went into the studio for the Infinity CD. I got there an hour and fifteen minutes early so i could reserve table #17 in the middle of the balcony!. There is this guy already standing in line with a book, coffee and a snack. Man, I thought I was hard core. He is reading Eric Nisenson's book Open Sky about Sonny Rollins, that I just finished. He tells me that he is about 11 years older than me and went to medical school in New York. He got so into jazz that he had a hard time getting through school because of that. He never played an instrument.
I ask him if he ever saw Trane. He rolls his eyes back and takes a deep breath. He remembered in detail every gig he went to. He was there in the week they did the Live at the Village Vanguard sessions. At one point I blurted out... dude I hate you! I mean I have been buying tickets and standing in line for a long time and I would trade seeing all that stuff for one night at the Village Vanguard... you know see Trane coming out of the kitchen or men's room after a drum solo, fully engulfed in flames!!
Still, in the larger scheme of things, we are so in the minority, that we even know about this stuff to talk about it. Seems ironic, but music is a powerful thing. Here is landing on your feet: