I’ve continued a tradition that my father started — perhaps inadvertently — back in 2005: At some point on September 11th, I wind up playing John Coltrane‘s masterpiece A Love Supreme.
It makes sense. Instead of the violence, bloodshed and terror of that fateful day, let’s choose one of the most beautiful, thoughtful albums inspired by God and God’s love. Even as a lifelong atheist, I’d have to say “Fuck yeah, man!”
