Alice

On Universal Consciousness, Carnegie Hall, continuous sound, and being a candle in the midday sun.

I failed to mention it here, but a few weeks back I returned to Pitchfork for the first time in four years with a Sunday Review of an album that is both deeply familiar yet wholly enigmatic, no matter how many times I drop the needle on it, Alice Coltrane’s Universal Consciousness. (If you are keeping track at home, it’s also the first 10 bestowed since