Throwback: Black History Month: John Coltrane

Today is the 13th day of Black History Month. Over the course of the month, I’ll spend some time paying tribute to Black artists across a wide and diverse array of genres and styles. My hope is that these posts should serve as an important reminder that the Black experience is the American experience, that Black culture is American culture — and importantly, Black lives and Black art matter. You can’t love Black art and Black artists without giving a shit about Black people. 

This month won’t be a comprehensive study of Black music. It’ll be more idiosyncratic because — well, JOVM after all. Now, if you’ve been following this site, you may recall that so far I’ve paid tribute to:

As I’ve mentioned countless times on this site and on social media, John Coltrane was god in my home. Of course, along with Miles Davis, Coltrane is one of the most beloved and influential musicians of the 20th Century. Just about every saxophonist after him, has tried to be him in some way or another.

I also can’t forget that Coltrane wrote one of the most beautiful and beloved albums of recorded history — A Love Supreme.