I love guys like this.
Eddie Harris was a true genious-slash-lunatic. He grabbed the stage wherever he went and did whatever he wanted to do on any particular day. With an imagination as fertile as this it was always fresh. Loads of talent, daring, cunning, restlessness. Listen to this live cut form 1968- screams, subliminal vocalizations, tone rows, stream of consciousness are all a part of his show. In literature they call this
stream of consciousness. Harris was a musician who resisted categories because he cared nothing for them. He wanted only self-expression and a way out. I knew a life long friend of Harris and my friend said he was as crazy and spontaneous in private as he was in public.