Back in the days when libraries loaned records, I remember as an 11-year old  taking out all the Ornette Coleman records I could  get my hands on.  I don’t know if I really understood what I was listening to. It was just an explosion of sound, so different from my parents records of music from the Philippines.

It was an aural representation of freedom.

Coleman was 85 when he died this morning.
Click here to read more of his life, and to hear some of his music.