[Nothing a'Matter With Old Fashion] on John Coltrane's [I'm Old Fashioned]

It's an abject truth; yesterday passed, today will pass and tomorrow too will join the bygone. In with every step of the passing, there is the physical evidence of aging, aging within flesh, within mine, into a strange, new generation insufficiently warlike and sufficiently influenced by the either-or differentiation.

One doesn't need seven minutes of Coltrane to mention this, one only need to stare out of a window, on any day of their existence and see life for what it is; a dredge, a morass of struggle, a tiresome, bleak obstacle, contoured with plentiful fortune along its every degree of latitude and longitude. But while we are mentioning Coltrane, we'll just allow Coltrane to lecture on the values of cherishing the bygone, even if its solely sentimental, not just a trend taken from the hands of the next, handed down like heirlooms of which the holder has no knowledge as to why or how.

It took my very own aging to under Coltrane, to understand his notes and perhaps too, it may become identical to most who've/who're waking from the 'confidence of youth' trance, when first they begin to fell finally human, the long endured stress placed upon their body now becoming apparent......now, we are in Coltrane's world..and now, we look back to cherish what we took for granted and rejoice at the very erroneous belief of 'Invincibility Relativity,' surrendering to age and change.