We worship Trane, love Elvin, and venerate McCoy, but next time you go there, let the bass direct everything else and see where you end up. It's a veritably...regal place. A palatial expanse of freeness (let's not call it "freedom", because that word is just too damn cheap these days) built from the bottom up. Sometimes I take it for granted, but these days, taking anything for granted is an invitation to extermination. Let's not do that.