Listening to "The Father, The Son and the Holy Ghost" on John Coltrane's Meditations, I remembered this: In the early 70s, when I was at NYU FIlm School, I drove a taxi at night to support myself. My boombox saved me. I listened to a variety of music non-stop, including Coltrane.
One Friday just after midnight, I got stopped by a hotel doorman, who put the great chanteuse Ethel Merman in my cab. To say she was drunk would be a huge understatement. In fact, she was so tipsy, I was afraid she was going to puke in the back seat. The doorman sensed my concern and said, don't worry, she's only going a few blocks. Three to be exact.
I was listening to "The Father, The Son and the Holy Ghost" from Meditations at the time, the moment where Trane and Pharoah escalate their musical dialogue. Just for the fun of it, yes, I'm a wicked soul, I turned up the volume for Ethel.
As we sped to her destination, she screamed loud enough so people in the street turned heads. "Why are you torturing me? That's not music." She rolled down the window and yelled to passersby, "help, help." This madness only lasted about forty five seconds. I think the fare was $.95. She gave me $1.25 and as she exited, told me, I'm reporting you to the police.
As she slammed the door shut, I put on another cassette that seemed very appropriate at the time. Sonny Rollins playing "There's No Business Like Show Business."
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Listening to "The Father, The Son and the Holy Ghost" on John Coltrane's Meditations, I remembered this: In the early 70s, when I was at NYU FIlm School, I drove a taxi at night to support myself. My boombox saved me. I listened to a variety of music non-stop, including Coltrane.
One Friday just after midnight, I got stopped by a hotel doorman, who put the great chanteuse Ethel Merman in my cab. To say she was drunk would be a huge understatement. In fact, she was so tipsy, I was afraid she was going to puke in the back seat. The doorman sensed my concern and said, don't worry, she's only going a few blocks. Three to be exact.
I was listening to "The Father, The Son and the Holy Ghost" from Meditations at the time, the moment where Trane and Pharoah escalate their musical dialogue. Just for the fun of it, yes, I'm a wicked soul, I turned up the volume for Ethel.
As we sped to her destination, she screamed loud enough so people in the street turned heads. "Why are you torturing me? That's not music." She rolled down the window and yelled to passersby, "help, help."
This madness only lasted about forty five seconds. I think the fare was $.95. She gave me $1.25 and as she exited, told me, I'm reporting you to the police.
As she slammed the door shut, I put on another cassette that seemed very appropriate at the time. Sonny Rollins playing "There's No Business Like Show Business."
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