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I love love love Abe. I don't really know a huge amount of his stuff, but of what I've heard it's his solo records that really astound me, especially Winter 1972 (which you should get ASAP if you don't have it). Something about that unbelievable tone just screaming out alone in a shitty concrete club, where you can literally hear him playing with him self via the reverberations in the room, in these just so totally solitary extended solo improvisations... it stops me in my tracks every time I hear it. One of my all time favourite (and most underrated) 'out' jazz musicians.
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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