I’m still on my Pharoah Sanders kick. I’d forgotten the forlorn wailing of his horn, the grounded flexibility of his Sun Ra Orchestra, his connectedness to Mother Africa and planet, moon, star that evidences in every note.
I cried when I listened to ‘Astral Traveling’ the other day; the tendrils of sound touched my inside parts, drawing me to create a playlist of my favorites on Spotify. I now have 93 songs, 13 hours and 34 minutes of wailing horn on repeat play.
The sound hugs my soul right now, bringing comfort that I didn’t know I needed.
And for that, I’m ever so grateful.