A newly reissued recording proves that the late saxophonist Pharoah Sanders could get the grandest of effects from the humblest of riffs.
In “The Lights,” the writer flickers between prose and verse, life and fiction, and the earthly and the alien, hoping to bring each closer to the other.
Put simply, Hickey has selected five hundred songs that he thinks delineate the history of what came to be called rock and roll, and he is devoting an episode to each.
This, I think, is what O’Connor always wanted: anguish, laid bare. And then a gorgeous moment of communion, a weight lifted, a reminder that we do not have to be alone in our despair.
Abdul Wadud’s intelligence and stylistic flexibility, displayed to such great effect on By Myself, are the qualities that made him a treasured accompanist to so many leading creative musicians.