With brow furrowed, Charles Lloyd chooses his words carefully. The lanky saxophonist mixes the hip music lingo he has absorbed since his teenage days working the Memphis R&B scene with a spiritual vocabulary learned as an adult. Seated in the ample, sun-lit living room of his California home, his eyes narrow and wander to the window, peering out over the Pacific. He is speaking of musical explorers, of health-care problems, of deep and abiding friendship.
Lloyd is speaking of the late master drummer: Billy Higgins.