Looking at the
calendar I was confused. Two days next
week were blocked out with a bold message in blue highlight: “The Day My Life
Will Change” staring up at me, provocatively.
I assumed I’d been spammed by a
cult or a twelve-step program. Easy
enough to discern, I clicked on the message and saw that I was synced with my
younger daughter’s calendar. This was
the day she was going to see her favorite band in concert. Now it all made sense.
Not sure what lead me to Alice Coltrane yesterday but I’m
thankful that I’m here. I’ve always
appreciated “Journey in Satchidananda”, (Truth, Knowledge, Bliss) and fondly
remember a live album I had called “Live at the Village Vanguard Again!”, where
Ms. Coltrane holds down the piano with John, Pharaoh Sanders, Rashid Ali and
Jimmy Garrison, and stands out strongly on the cover photo as female band member
standing confidently, below the Vanguard canopy. I’ve listened casually elsewhere and found
her free jazz modality, evolved into something devotional, neither of which ever
properly registered.
This morning, riding out in the predawn mist, her harp on
“Huntington Ashram Monastery” from 1969, was properly compelling. It seemed to be just what the morning
demanded. Rashid Ali is also on drums
here and the remarkable Ron Carter anchors her sweeping moods with unerringly
compelling bass punctuations. Setting
out the journey is interrupted once and twice as the chord pops out of the
audio jack on my iPhone.
Today’s the day. The
local phone fixer guy, Kevin, out the main desk has suggested he’ll be in today. Three weeks ago, he “fixed” my charger port
on the phone by simply removing the accretions of dust that had formed there
with his special tools. Up until my bike
ride over I had assumed that I’d need a new . . . port. It must be bent or broken or malfunctioning. The real answer once again, was rather
simple. There was a lot of dust. He cleaned it out and insisted he’d do it for
free. But that didn’t seem right. He’d just saved me an enormous amount of
frustration and after testing the phone now, with the dust-free port where the
jack stayed in effortlessly, I tipped Kevin for his troubles and his
tools.
Friday 11/09/18
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