I’m sitting on a rooftop down the street from Jazz at Lincoln Center. Went to see and hear McCoy Tyner. But he was too weak and tired to play. A year later, he was gone. And two years on, his piano solo is still what grabs me in Coltrane’s My Favorite Things.

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