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Basically, from the point when the "classic" Davis Quintet with Davis, Coltrane, Red Garland, Jimmy Cobb and Philly Joe Jones hits the scene in the mid 50s, right up until Trane dies in 67 and Davis initially retires in 1975, the vast majority of everything those guys produced (which comes to what, like 120 albums or something if you count in the live releases), or at least what I've heard, is fucking gold. It's just unbelievable. There are other jazz band leaders from that period that I still love, like, say, Coleman, but no one can touch those two for consistently making some of the best music ever across such a shocking range of styles. It makes my head spin.
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