This puts me in a peaceful mood just two tuneful sax lines linear buzzing like cicadas on August trees the Om chant the splitting of sugar cane the forest in the rain and I pause and wonder my head is hard my hands are soft the record room is warm as are the sounds turning to clarion trumpets glistening with spittle Dave’s gold wedding ring round ring finger just stays still as the others jitter Steve gets growling wild but tame as a fox in a strawberry patch and now they echo loud grand and glorious Dave with heavy harmonics it’s the intro to Coltrane’s Meditations now butchering Butcher slow undulating waves of sheets of sound Glossolalia of brass and pads