It’s certainly not every day that you get to visit the grand old man of jazz, the Saxophone Colossus himself. One of the last surviving giants to have left an indelible mark on jazz history. Sonny Rollins lives in a beautiful villa, not easy to reach, on the outskirts of Woodstock, the well-known town north of New York City. A very kind woman takes care of the house and also serves as his secretary. The surroundings are simple but well maintained, reflecting the understated warmth of Rollins himself. He is one of the warmest, most humble, and most sincere musicians jazz has ever produced. It’s almost impossible to believe that this man could have created such a monumental and enduring body of work over nearly six decades. At eighty-three, Sonny still has the enthusiasm of a teenager. “Wait while I change for the interview,” he says. “I want to look […]
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