Nate Wooley on Sonny Rollins, “the last embodiment of jazz’s restless need to evolve,” is a brilliant read.
Let Everything Change | Nate Wooley
I became a Sonny Rollins fan on my 13th birthday, when my dad took me for the first time to his favorite record store in Portland, Oregon. He gave me $50, which in 1987, netted me twelve LPs. One was a European bootleg of Moving Out.
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