The music is sublime.
Woody Shaw-trumpet, Stanley Cowell-piano, David Williams-bass, Terri-Lyne Carrington-drums,
I still get pissed thinking of the SOB sitting next to me, whose cigar smoke you see wafting through the visuals, who refused to move his damn stogie 2 inches so it wouldn't blow into my mouth...
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