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I was only 3 years old when Eric and Mad saw John Coltrane perform at the Village Gate. Since he died 6 years later in 1967, I never had the opportunity to see him play live. It has been a theory of mine that true original creativity in jazz, from Armstrong to Ellington to Parker to Coltrane, died with him.

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Last month I finished listening to “Doctor Thorne” one of the books that takes place in Barsetshire. Always a pleasure returning to Trollope.

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