Coleman Hawkins is Gangsta.
This is the man who made 1) the saxophone more than a circus instrument; and 2) made Sonny Rollins want to play it.
It’s a standby. It’s warm wool socks with holes in them that are too comfortable to throw out.
It’s still worth listening to, worth hearing, Clyde.
All the tracks are equal. They serve the same purpose. If you wanna cherry-pick tracks, get “Poor Butterfly.”
The Hawk would appreciate it.