A couple of nights ago WBUR, Boston's only real jazz station, signed off with Pharoah Sanders's "Colors." The number is an odd one and in many ways exemplifies the best and the worst of Sanders's playing.

"Colors" simply doesn't know where it is going. It sounds like about live songs at once. Fortunately about three of them are good. That is about the same ratio you'll get if you see saxophonist Sanders at the Jazz Workshop this week. He's in town through Sunday.

Coming up after Sanders next week is guitarist Larry Coryell and his group Eleventh House. A friend of mine who spent the last six weeks doing nothing except going to see Cecil Taylor every night in New York, recently walked out of a Coryell concert after the first few minutes. My friend has always been a great jazz barometer and I never thought too much of Coryell's club-type jazz anyway, so you probably won't see me down there.

Attention Dave Brubeck: please leave New England.