November 9, New York: An ode to Sundays. To the sunlight streaming in and no haste to be found anywhere. An ode to black coffee and its steam rising in the morning sun. An ode to reading books or the newspaper and to feeling content to be reclined. Kind of Blue captures all of that for me, right in one single album. It can set any Sunday right.
You should own Kind of Blue. It is a crime if you do not.