The central mystery of Ballads is how an album of standards, recorded during one of the most radical periods in jazz history, feels every bit as profound as Coltrane's more adventurous work. In this installment of the Midnite Jazz column, we explore the mystery of John Coltrane’s Ballads, its place in his discography, and the power of restraint . . .
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