Sunday, the day after Record Store Day, I scored again with a trip to the discount vinyl bins at Cap Hill's Everyday Music. There are plenty of other steals in there--Cannonball Adderly Quintet's Mercy, Mercy, Mercy! Live at the Club, Rolling Stones' Goats Head Soup. But don't go buy them. I'm headed back during my walk next Sunday.
Here's what I brought home this time:
John Coltrane, Meditations, $6
Coltrane told critic Nat Hentoff, the author of the album's liner notes the following:
My goal in meditating this through music, however, remains the same. That is to uplift people, as much as I can. To inspire them to realize more and more of their capacities for living meaningful lives. Because there is certainly meaning to life.
For about five minutes after skimming Hentoff's thoughtful liner notes, I thought: "What a shame that in the digital world we're losing liner notes." Then I realized that more is written about every album--including aural dissections of work by the artists themselves--today than probably any other time in history. Not the same as liner notes, but we're not lacking for ruminations on artistic genius.
I'm sure this isn't the first time I've bought a copy of this solo record from the vocal half of Steely Dan. Among my dream concerts is to see Fagen play the Triple Door. Maybe he'd follow up Steely Dan's successful recreations of full records--Aja, The Royal Scam, etc.--with a solo run playing The Nightfly? Not holding my breath.
I'm a sucker for this jazz/funk/soul flutist. He enlists the drummer Steve Gadd for a few -- if not all -- the tracks here, and I'm as interested in Gadd's contributions as anything else. He's the guy who changed lives with his work on the Steely Dan cut "Aja." In fact the album of same name was in the discount bins for a buck. But I can only keep so many copies of Aja around the house.