ABSTRACT
When I first met Ornette in summer of 1978 I sat in a chair not an arm’s length from him in the New York offices of Artists House Records, facing him eye to eye, and held a microphone from my Sony Walkman Pro tape recorder to within about two inches from his lips to catch every word he said for nearly three hours. His words seemed that important. I wanted to capture every nuance, the better to study what he said.
