Cosmic Language

When I was high school, I decided to listen to jazz. This was in the mid-90’s when grunge and alternative were all the rage and I had spent plenty of time listening to both. There isn’t a shining moment for my decision to listen to jazz. I didn’t grow up with an older brother or sister who told me to expand my musical palette nor was I exposed to anyone with a large knowledge of music in general. It was just me, thumbing through the Columbia House magazine and deciding to order the two CDs I always saw listed in the Jazz section, John Coltrane’s A Love Supreme and Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue.