Today's excerpt from Lester Bangs:

[King Crimson]

article title: "John Coltrane Lives".

synop: the narrator LB terrorizes his old lady landlord with his spontaneous free jazz on a newly acquired sax for calling the cops on his "drunk party".



HONK BLAT SQUEEEEEE

SQUEEE-ONK! SHKRIEEEEEEE! GRRUNGHRRGLONK-EE-ERNK!

I advanced on her with it, backing her out the door, pausing only for breath.

She turned and fled. "All right," she gasped, running to the door of her
apartment. "I'm gonna call the police".

I don't know what got into me. Partially it was the booze, partially it was
the dream I'd had the night before, partially pure and inspired rage at the
abridgement of my inalienable right to jam. I chased her down the
balustrade, wailing all the way, and right into her apartment. I ran up to her as she was dialing the phone, and smiled at the look of terror in her eyes as i advanced on her, blowing like a hurricane. Rock out!

I stood right over her, honking and jiving...."

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