I always blame A Love Supreme for the fact that I started smoking. Growing up I had always been rather prudish about this as my father smoked a pipe and I vowed I would never smoke anything. But in my last year at university I sat in my room and began a lifelong slavery to the weed. Now I generally smoke other peoples, It's the best way.
Thirty six years on and I'm sat in my parent's living room listening to A Love Supreme. It has an elusive and particular grace that still reminds me most of the smoke escaping from a cigarette and twisting into the ether of the night. One of the most interesting subjects of Freedom. A Love Supreme is momentary freedom.
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