Whatever I, or you, or the person next to you, or whoever occurs to you to think of, is thinking right now, I imagine it's not really got much on what this gentleman is thinking in this shot. Unless "you" happen to be Vijay Iyer or something.
The exemplary website If Charlie Parker Was A Gunslinger… features what an agrammatical enthusiast might call a motherlode of such shots, all by Francis Wolff. The set is a pleasure, an education, and I hope an antidote to any self-serious thoughts among those of us who are not only never gonna be Coltrane, but don't even have a vague shot at being Fats Navarro, for that matter. Come on kids. Let's get over ourselves. What the hell are we in this for, in the first place, really?
“Did you just call me Coltrane?”
I’d be happy to be Paul Quinichette for a day.
Fats Navarro deserves more listening. He’s way underrated.