In Oakland in the early 90s I became the house pianist at a jam session. Once in a while the door would open, the room would part, and Pharaoh Sanders would manifest & float through the crowd and up to the stage We’d play “When the Lights are Low,” “Polka Dots and Moonbeams,” and many a blues. Especially on those, the room’s energy would reorder itself around his tone, swirling and building with him until it would crest and split open in multiphonic glory. He used his powers for good. Music is a healing force. Rest in power, Pharaoh Sanders ✨🕊✨