After some intense backlash and ensuing dispute over a recent article in the New Yorker, "Django Gold" spoke out, in his own words, about what he intended with his satirical post under the guise of Sonny Rollins (and Rollins was not amused).
It's hard to think that a story such as this can touch the very base of Rollins's colossal feat as a jazz heavyweight. He's made some major contributions to the genre so trying to put the blame on Mr. Gold for infecting Sonny's reputation is, to put it lightly, asinine.
Django said on Jazz Times, "...Despite what some have alleged, I'm dubious that I succeeded in having any impact on Sonny's legacy, Google Search results be damned. This is Sonny Rollins, OK? As someone pointed out, he's released 50-odd albums, written hundreds of songs and played on God knows how many session dates."
"He's a tower," he declared, "he's the Colossus. And I don't think my silly little jokes can touch that."
It may be difficult to understand why The New Yorker with it's longstanding reputation would publish an article such as this knowing the implications. But, at the very least, it was summed up with a disclaimer prefacing the article, for those who bothered to read.
Regardless, the article stands and some found it funny while others didn't. In the end, we will always have Sonny Rollins, dissed or not.
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