“After a month of hard listening, John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman has become my own kind of internal soundtrack. I whistle these ballads as I walk down the street, but mess up their difficult melodies. I try to sing them, but can’t really, not the way I’ve heard them. So I put on my headphones and play the record again and furrow my brow as I marvel at its mysterious beauty.” 

Read more of Matthew Kassel’s reflection on the 1963 jazz album here.

via: theparisreview.

A wonderful piece of writing about one of my favorite jazz albums.