Indeed. I'm "all or nothing" with this stuff. Can't just casually check it out and then move on. It's all-consuming with me, so often I just leave it alone. It's just so freakin' massive that it leave me feeling that trying to play anything is just going to be an exercise in futility. And where's the fun in feeling like that?
Some cats (and we all know at least one or twenty of them) respond by chasing the Trane like a dog chasing a car - an obvious exercise in futility, but they do it anyway, almost as if they can't help themselves (and they probably can't...). Myself, I take solace in the observation that although Trane pretty much closed the door on harmonic-based improvisation (really, what else is there left, especially after Interstellar Space?), his timbral and rhythmic "zone" was nowhere near as infinite. Plenty of room for discovery left there (which is probably why, where 60s Trane often leaves me feeling blissfuly paralyzed, 60s Rollins leaves me feeling blissfully inspired).
I gotta laugh at attempts made to "deny" this stuff. the claims that it's too this or too that, or not this and not that are all just bullshit execrcises in aviodance, afaic. There is nothing in Trane's music (especially this 65 material) that isn't 100% real, and nothing that is not 100% true. Anybody who can't handle the message should just say so without attempting to blame the messenger. We all have our "tastes" and such, which is cool, but taste should not be confused with comprehension. "Not liking" something is one thing, attempting to deny its truth/validity is another thing altogether, and far less defendable. I'm no fan of the atom bomb either, but jeez, it happened, and life's not been the same since, so I gotta deal with the implications of atomic fission, dig? It's a fundamental fact of life now, right? If I try and claim that it's all a bunch of hooey, how big of a fool does that make me?
I certainly dig later Trane a helluva lot more than the atom bomb , but I can also see how the sheer massiveness of this stuff can be overwhelming to some. But that's not the point, is it?
Reality's a bitch, no doubt. But what's the alternative?