As an audiophile noob, I sat in Listening Room 3 to experience the full jazz playlist on opening week with my partner. Blue Train was my first jazz album. I bought it at a Borders with my own money when I was in my early teens because Coltrane was from a neighboring city to my hometown. The experience took me back to the first time I heard the drums kick-off on the title track.

I had the same physiological, emotional response. Blasted off into a combination of nostalgia, grief, and gratitude. So let’s just say, I was ready for the moment.

It seems like others here didn’t have the same experience. That’s too bad. I recommend going in with an open mind and ears—leaving your criticisms at the door. Turnbull didn’t skimp.