While rehearsing the precipitously difficult piece in the studio, John Coltrane can be heard saying to his struggling colleagues, “I don't think I'm gonna improve this, you know . . . I ain't goin be sayin nothin, (I goin do) tryin just, makin the changes, I ain't goin be, tellin no story . . . Like . . . tellin them black stories." Amidst the confounded mumbles of assent from his bandmates, one colleague rejoins, "Shoot. Really, you make the changes, that'll tell 'em a story." Surprised by this idea, Coltrane responds, "You think the changes're the story!" Overlapping him a second bandmate riffs, "(Right)... that'll change all the stories (up)." His voice cracking with laughter, Coltrane admits, "I don't want to tell no lies (on 'em)." After a group laugh, the second colleague trails off in a sort of denouement, "(The) changes themselves is some kind of story (man I'm tellin you)."
THIS.
Changes brewing, more busy-ness-making, but all of it good. And, as stated above, the changes themselves is some kind of story. One I'll hopefully get a chance to share later. But not yet: too much in flux still. Later. Later.
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