Old fusion albums. Listening back, a lot to learn there. Sometimes it’s just meandering, people testing the edges while forgetting about the center. At other times, it’s greatness. Risk becomes revelation. Herbie Hancock and John McLaughlin don’t meander; they detonate. A strange peace within that storm. Like believing discipline leads to transcendence. I get that from Robert Fripp too. Listening again, I realize their trying to reconcile intuition with electricity. Fusion at its best was a meditation on contradiction. Sometimes fell apart. Sometimes touched the divine.