CIRCLE IN THE ROUND

A piece that alone justifies the album: a mixture of virtuosity (Tony Williams reached a level of technical and creative play indépassé), musical research and unprecedented creative imagination.

In the same way that Kawabata literature painted in shades of white, Miles Davis painted his music.

I'm struggling to rationalize that only hyperbolic words possible to approach: it is simply a sensory shock, aesthetic, unique plastic kind ... like before certain pictorial works where we take all of a a slap shot by standing thunderstruck before the inexplicable evidence of extraordinary beauty, never seen or even considered.