1963

this was the year of my second visit to my cousin tsella in the bronx, in new york, and of my first "professional" sixty four hour trip by charter and greyhound to hollywood ...

... john coltrane was playing, johnny hartman taking his time before and between the notes, and the soudtrack softly and slowly whispered that my only love (at the time, it did make sense) was movies .... i was living at errol flynn's old love house on 8425 beverly hills, next to ciro's, where i'd go see sonny and cher two tyears later, in july 1965, same year i witnessed john coltrane in chicago, playing worse than alix combelle on a real bad day, while archie schepp (whom i interviewed a few days later, high on acid, and really making sense), who was playing with old coltrane managed to surpass both albert ayler and lucky thompson ....