As the Summer of Love shriveled and congealed into the psychic sewer of the Me Generation, few were interested in inner journeys that stretched any farther than gazing at the navel. Seers were viewed as suckers, and interest in anything vaguely Eastern degenerated into violently insipid jokes about accents or outsourcing. Free harpist Alice Coltrane, who died in 2007, was one of the few creative individual adult human beings who took the different path — she learned it, knew it and lived it. You could tell where she was coming from with her... More >>>