In the realm of jazz music, tenor saxophonist Sonny Rollins is like water: indispensable, omnipresent, and too often taken for granted. The inimitable tone that pours out of his horn is infused with an oceanlike depth and a salty buoyancy. Set loose on one of his signature calypsos, Rollins unfurls wave after wave of thunderous passages. On a ballad his notes linger and sparkle in the air like mist at daybreak, refracting the song's harmony and melody into a prismatic rainbow. Even when he is just playing the head arrangement, or accompanying a band member's solo turn, Rollins fills every nook and cranny of space available to him. Reflexively seeking his own level within the context of a tune, he courses with a rhythm so logically inventive and organic that it feels like a... More >>>