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I agree, it doesn't seem like 17 years.

The other guy who has been dead much longer than I realized is Stan Getz.

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I remember seeing the news in the paper: I was trippin' then and I'm trippin' now. Miles was a great and a genius and I've been playing the shit out of him lately...Miles was a great in jazz !!!

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I want to add my favorite recordings:

Collector's items

Vols I and II

Milestones

My Funny Valantine/Four and More

ESP/Miles SmilesNefertiti/Sorcerer

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I'll never forget doing homework while watching a football game on TV, and they actually interrupted the game to announce that Miles had died. I remember having the same reaction when Art Blakey died: just sadness that it was over.

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Is it really 17 years ago? Wow ! I remember being very shocked at the time I heard this news on a car radio - I knew he had been admitted to hospital and was very ill but there had been so many previous recoveries from bouts of pneumonia etc. that you just assumed he would recover. I don't think the news really sunk in for a long time.

Was spinning 'Dark Magus' last night and was thinking that it's mind-blowing that this was the same guy who recorded with Parker and did 'Birth of the Cool'.

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Was spinning 'Dark Magus' last night and was thinking that it's mind-blowing that this was the same guy who recorded with Parker and did 'Birth of the Cool'.

No kidding. I think about that a lot: would Charlie Parker record the kind of stuff that Miles did in the 70's? That's why he's so great. He was always looking forward and thinking way ahead everyone else. It really is a fascinating journey in music.

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I think we would be absolutely stunned by what Bird might have recorded in the seventies. . . it's such a shame his appetites led to early destruction. Even at the end he was "moving" towards new frontiers.

Miles' passing hit me in one of the happiest periods of my life, newly married and productive. . . . It seemed sad but not too terribly much as I felt he had had SUCH A LIFE!

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I can't believe it's been 17 years. Seems like yesterday and I was pretty upset at the time.

Miles Davis, Trumpeter, Dies; Jazz Genius, 65, Defined Cool

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A very great artist at his best----which was most of the time until the very last years when to me he went for the money and image pimping. Still, there were some great moments even there, if you care to look. (I thought Star People a great love letter to the blues in which MD played his ass off). His playing actually changed the landscape for trumpet, one of the leading instruments in jazz, and he made listeners and musicians see how important both a sound and letting some daylight in between the notes are. As a bandleader his approach---to serve as narrator, set a tone, surround himself with top talent and yield the clean-up spot to them---is a role model to all. Certainly it has been for me.

FWIW: He probably could have been nicer. His autobio was, too often, an excercise in self-aggrandizing revisionism. His remarks about Duke Jordan, whose great intros for Bird were an equal if not greater contribution to that band, were unnecessary and full of shit to me. Ditto remarks about Hank Mobley, who was only mentioned once, to say how much he bored Miles. Other times it was moving indeed, as when he talked about his father.

I guess what I mean is maybe he wasn't a good man, but he sure was a great one.

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I was 10 when Miles died and it hit me hard, one of my fav. albums always was "Someday My Prince Will Come"

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I was 21. It's the only time I've cried when a famous person died. It struck me as strange and a little embarrassing — I only knew the man through his music — but there I was welling up thinking about his passing. At the time, I had nearly all of his work up to and including In A Silent Way. The next day, my roommate bought a copy of Bitches Brew for me. One of the kindest, most well-timed gifts I've ever received.

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I was at the height of my enthusiasm for his music. I was on my way home from the Princeton Record Exchange and I was listening to NPR/WNYC. I immediately knew exactly who they were talking about.

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I was at the height of my enthusiasm for his music. I was on my way home from the Princeton Record Exchange and I was listening to NPR/WNYC. I immediately knew exactly who they were talking about.

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As a huge Miles fan it was sadly ironic that he passed away on the first day of my first ever visit to the States. It was a holiday and one that got off to a sad start.

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My memory is of sitting in a school staffroom and saying 'Did you hear Miles Davis died yesterday' and a young colleague asking 'Who's Miles Davis?'

Our icons are far from universal.

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What made Miles so special was that he was always pushing the boundaries. When The Complete On The Corner Sessions came out last year, people were falling all over themselves realizing that his work from that era was profoundly influential on almost every form of modern music that came after it. And working backwards, the same can be said for In A Silent Way and Kind Of Blue and Birth Of The Cool. Miles moved music forward for the greater part of 40 years in a fashion that few others can ever equal.

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I was at the Village Vanguard seeing Johnny Griffin, when Griffin announced the news to the audience and there was an audible gasp!

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I don't remember when he died, as I had just begun high school and didn't know the first thing about jazz at that time. But right now, I can safely say that Miles Davis has been the most influential musician on my life, and thus remains (and will probably always remain) my favorite.

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I remember seeing the news in the paper: I was trippin' then and I'm trippin' now.

Trippy!

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I remember seeing the news in the paper: I was trippin' then and I'm trippin' now.

Trippy!

It was a trip! It was the Plain Dealer and I wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the little pic of Miles they had in the corner. Its even more of a trip that it was 17 yrs ago-how time flies!

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Miles came to town in 1986. I was tempted to see him, but I remember his Saturday Night Live performance from a few years previous and thinking, 'Man, this ain't Bitches Brew,' so I passed. That night, someone thought it would be a good idea to throw Wynton Marsalis on stage while Miles was playing. Miles wasn't too pleased and sent Wynton packing. Wish I'd seen that.

Miles was a fascinating musician from start to Pangaea (and had some nice bands mid-1980s, too). It always amazes me to contrast Dark Magus with his Carnegie Hall concert from the decade before.

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I was 12...had no idea who he even was. I think I was into Metallica at the time. <_<

I didn't get into jazz until high school. Apart from Herbie Hancock, he's one of the two most important musicians of my life.

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when I saw him at the Fillmore (one of the nights they taped) I was standing in the lobby during intermission and my friend whispered to turn around, and there he was right next to us - not very big, and he looked like he was wearing a red velvet rug - my friend tried to get me to say something to him but I was too intimidated - his glasses were the size of overgrown mushrooms -

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I probably posted this before, but what the hell! I dreaded having to make that call to Miles, to set up the interview, but I finally just grabbed the phone and dialed. To my surprise, he sounded very friendly and suggested that I come to his house that morning. It was not until later that I learned of his aversion to interviewers carrying a tape recorder—lucky for me, because my steno skills are not like Whitney B's (he was impressive with a pencil and pad). As it turned out, Miles not only accepted my recorder, he went so far as to pick it up and carry it with him when he crossed the room (his voice was whispery at that time) so that it would capture what he said. This is long, but I can't just link to it, which would be preferable. My main reason for posting it (again?) is to show that there was a good side to Miles, too. When we ran into each other at a party, shortly after the publication, Miles told me that my quotes took him back a bit, adding, "But I know I said all that."

THE UNMASKING OF MILES DAVIS

Cover story in the Saturday Review, November 27, 1971.

When Miles Davis returns from a six week tour of Europe and takes his quintet into Philharmonic Hall this week, chances are that a good percentage of his audience will consist of young black people. This is not a writer's prediction based on a typical Miles Davis following—no one has determined just what that might be—but a request Miles made in a phone call from Paris four weeks ago: Jack Whittemore, his agent, was to take half of Miles’ fee, purchase tickets for the concert, and hand them out to young black people who otherwise could not afford to attend. “Miles has never done anything like this before, but nothing he does surprises me,” says Whittemore, admitting that he doesn’t quite know how to go about distributing over $2,000 worth of free tickets to the right people.

Such unusual gestures are as typical of Miles as they are atypical of most performing artists; they come as a surprise only to those who know the enigmatic trumpet player from a distance. Since his first appearance on the music scene some twenty-six years ago, Miles Davis has ben the subject of controversy; endearing with his music, offending with his personality. That is to say, his personality as it is most commonly interpreted, for the forbidding mask of hostility that in many minds characterizes Miles is just that: an image fostered by his own, deliberate lack of showmanship, and sculptured by reporters who have failed to recognize a serious artist at work. We don’t, after all, expect Rostropovich or Casadesus to warm up their audiences with small talk, and Miles Davis is as serious about his music as were Brahms and Schubert.

The music performed by Miles Davis today has undeniably evolved from that labeled “jazz,” which New Orleans pioneers played sixty years ago, but there are other elements contained in it, too, and if Miles’ music is jazz, then so is Stravinsky’s Ragtime for Twelve Instruments. He himself feels that jazz is “a white man’s word” whose application to his music is tantamount to calling a black person “nigger.” Accordingly, though he still must give performances in noisy, Smoke-filled night clubs, Miles approaches his work with the dignity it deserves.

During club or concert appearances, he never addresses his audience nor announces his selections, generally wears clothing that reflect future fashion trends—Gentleman’s Quarterly named him, “Best Dressed Man” ten years ago—saunters off the band stand or to the rear of the stage when not playing, and occasionally turns his back to the audience while focusing attention on his fellow musicians. “I have been with him on several occasions when he left the stage during a performance,” says Robert Altshuler, Columbia Records’ publicity director, “he either crouches or ambles to the side of the audience and you realize that he is deeply concentrating on everything that his musicians are playing—he is digging his own band, digging it in a the way a Miles Davis fan would. He simply becomes a part of his own audience.”

Club owners and concert promoters have been known to go into a rage over Miles’ seeming detachment, but conformity is not in his vocabulary and, despite the constant criticism, he has for twenty years remained the dark, brooding, wandering loner who doesn’t care whether he is regarded as an eccentric genius or a bellicose bastard, is long as people listen to what he says through his music.

The son of a well-to-do dental surgeon, Miles Davis has never been poor, but money cannot cure the inherent stigma that society has attached to people of dark skin and, faced with prejudices that sometimes are so subtle that only their victims can detect them, he has always sought to fight back on his own. “I am not a Black Panther or nothing like that,” he explains, “I don’t need to be, but I was raised to think like they do and people sometimes think I’m difficult, because I always say what’s on my mind, and they can’t always see what I see.”

One thing Miles never fails to see is someone taking advantage of him. “Back in the days when he was only getting a thousand dollars for a concert, Miles was booked into Town Hall,” recalls Jack Whittemore. “The tickets were selling very well, so the promoter suggested doing two shows instead of one. As was customary in such cases, Miles was to get half fee, five hundred dollars, for the second concert, but when I approached him with this he looked puzzled. ’You mean I go on stage,’ he said, ‘pick up my horn, play a concert, and get a thousand dollars. Then they empty the hall, fill it again, I pick up my horn again, play the same thing, and get only five hundred?—I don’t understand it.’ I told him that this was how it was normally done, but he was not satisfied. Finally, he turned to me and said he’d do it for five hundred dollars if they would rope off half the hall and only sell half the tickets. When the promoters heard this, they decided to give him another thousand for the second concert.”

If Miles is “difficult,” it is because his honesty and candor are such rare traits in the show business world that few people know how to deal with him. His monumental disdain for the complimentary small talk and instant familiarity that entertainers are exposed to, and his absolute refusal to indulge in such trivia, has earned him the reputation of being unapproachable. “I have found,” observes Altshuler, “that when Miles meets someone new—people from the press I’ve introduced him to—he will check them out first. They don’t always know this, but Miles is actually laying down the ground rules for a totally honest exchange of questions and answers, and he will accept his interviewer only if he can be sure that his time is not going to be wasted with inane questions.” As one might expect, Miles is reluctant to appear on TV talk shows.

“Dick Cavett and Johnny Carson don’t know what to say to anybody black, unless there’s some black bitch on the show and she’s all over them,” he told me while conducting a guided tour of his unconventional but comfortable Upper West Side residence. “It’s so awkward for them, because they know all the white facial expressions, but they’re not hip to black expressions, and God knows they’re not hip to Chinese expressions. You see, they’ve seen all the white expressions, like fear, sex, revenge. White actors imitate other white actors when they express emotions, but they don’t know how black people react. Dick Cavett is quiet now when a black cat is talking to him, because he doesn’t know if the expression on his face means ‘I’m going to kick your ass,’ or if ‘right on’ means he’s going to throw a right hand punch. So,” he continued, pointing out the oddly shaped, multi-level blue tile bathtub, “rather than embarrass them and myself, I just play on those shows and tell them not to say anything to me—I have nothing to say to them anyway.”

Miles makes a good point, intelligent, relevant questions are rarely directed at black guests on TV’s talk shows, and the media’s handful of established hosts relate to his music about as well as Nixon’s “silent majority” relates to the problems of Bedford-Stuyvesant residents. We stepped down into the circular bedroom where a television set, dwarfed by a gigantic bed, silently radiated an afternoon ballgame. “I just put it on because I have nothing to do,” volunteered Miles as he waved his hand towards a long row of flamboyant clothes and boots in dazzling colors. “I have these made for me.” When CBS flashed the image of its night host on the little screen, it served as a cue for Miles. “Merv Griffin is embarrassing to me,” he said. “I felt like yanking his arm off last year.” He was referring to the 1970 Grammy Awards ceremony at Alice Tully Hall, during which, after a superb performance by Miles’ group, Griffin—the evening’s master of ceremonies—brushed him off with a remark that was disrespectful of his music. “The trouble with those cats,” said Miles, “is that they all try to come off to those middle-aged white bitches.”

Such remarks don’t exactly produce invitations to guest on late night TV shows, but Miles aims his fire without such considerations. Even Columbia Records—with whom he has enjoyed a good and fruitful relationship since the mid-Fifties—has been victimized by his public candor. In a recent statement, published by a black weekly, Miles—who refers to himself as the “company nigger”—suggested that his label was not affording black artists equal opportunities in terms of exposure. As we seated ourselves comfortably in the round sunken living room, I asked if there had been any repercussions from Columbia. “No,” he replied, “Clive [Davis, Columbia’s president] asked me why I had said that, and I said ‘Was I telling a lie, Clive? If you can say I’m a liar, I’ll retract that statement.’ You see, all those records I have made with them have been a bitch, and they come out being rich behind all this token shit.”

“You would think that he’s not grateful,” says Clive Davis, “but I just know he is. I’m not sure that it’s his mind that he speaks; I’m not sure that he just doesn’t tell people what they want to hear, because it takes a certain amount of research before you go off making such statements. I’m prepared for all of Miles’ statements, none surprise me. I do mentally treat him differently, not because he’s black—because we have such a tremendous number of black artists—but because he’s unique among people, and you expect the unexpected from Miles Davis.”

Clive Davis admits that he is not totally unaffected by Miles’ criticism. “It bothers me because I think we have really done a tremendous amount to be creative along with him, and we work very closely with him so that we make sure that he sells not only to jazz audiences and to contemporary rock audiences, but to r&b audiences as well.”

Despite his complaints, Miles readily admits to having an unusually close relationship with Columbia, which is borne out by his long tenure with the label, and the fact that the 45-year-old superstar of black music could easily find another home for his recording activities. “The Internal Revenue Service is always after me,” he says, “but I just send their bills on to Clive. I got one for $39,000, but he took care of it.” When asked to verify this, Davis gave a diplomatic reply: “Miles is treated very well by Columbia Records,” he says. “I think he’s really appreciative of it, too—we don’t get Internal Revenue bills from Chicago or Blood, Sweat & Tears.”

The recent upsurge in Miles Davis’ popularity is mainly due to an album entitled “Bitches Brew.” Released in the spring of 1970, it was the subject of a well coordinated national promotion campaign aimed more at the young rock fan than at the established Miles Davis follower. Of the close to thirty Miles Davis albums that have accumulated in Columbia’s catalogue over the past fifteen years, “Porgy and Bess”—with sales figures approaching 100,000—had been the most successful; other albums have averaged around 50,000 and recent releases have barely crawled to the 25,000 mark, but “Bitches Brew”—a two-record set—-has sold over 400,000 copies in this country alone.

The wide stylistic gap that separates “Porgy and Bess” and “Bitches Brew” is reflected in the sales figures, but it is not just the sound of his music that Miles has changed, for he has also updated the group’s appearance. Surrounded by a young inter-racial group of musicians sporting afros, long hair, headbands, dungarees and dashikis, Miles has transformed himself into a trendy, youthful figure. With his flared pants, leather boots, tasseled Western vest and love beads, he points his shiny horn downward and roams slowly amid the complex-looking electronic equipment. It is no coincidence that the current Miles Davis band has the look of a modern-day rock group—he is determined to win over a new generation of fans, and judging by album sales, the plan is working. Miles’ new music is an abstraction of everything he has played before; it is as if he were summing it all up for us, but we know that he won’t let it end here—this is merely the latest plateau. At the same time, it is a testimony to Miles’ artistry and forward thinking that none of his past recordings—going back to his revolutionary 1949 Capitol sessions—sound outdated in 1971.

If rock groups are not envious of Miles’ musical accomplishments, they perhaps should be, for many of them have yet to approach the stage of development reached by Miles and collaborator Gil Evans in the Fifties. One can’t help, but wonder if, ten or twelve years from now, anyone will have more than a nostalgic nod for the current efforts of today’s musical pop heroes. There is bitter irony in the fact that Miles has to take second billing—as he did last year—to a group like Blood, Sweat and Tears, which sells records in the millions and turns youthful audiences into a frenzy of excitement with musical ideas borrowed from Miles’ past. “I can’t be bothered with these groups,” says Miles, recalling with some amusement how he turned down promoter Bill Graham’s request that he retract a negative statement about Blood, Sweat and Tears, “if they can’t stand constructive criticism, to hell with them. I’m honest in what I say, I don’t lie, so I don’t have to watch my words or take them back.’

There are those who feel that Miles’ attacks on rock groups are unfair and that he, in an odd sense, owes these performers a debt of gratitude. They see his appearances last year at the Fillmores East and West—Meccas for the rock cult—as a turning point in his career, but they seem to lose sight of the fact that these concerts, along with Columbia’s promotional efforts, would not have sold the public on Miles Davis if he had not had something substantial to offer. For over twenty years, Miles has pointed music in new directions, reaching unexplored plateaus, then forging ahead before others could catch up with him. “He has never been bound by convention,” says Teo Macero, who has produced virtually all of Miles’ recordings since 1958. “You wouldn’t expect Miles to go back and do something the way he did it years ago anymore than you would expect Picasso to go back to what he was doing in his ’blue’ or ’rose’ periods.”

One tangible result of Miles’ recent commercial success his been the signing up by Columbia of several black musicians who last year would hardly have been able to get as far as Clive Davis’ eleventh floor office. Explaining this change in policy, Clive Davis makes one momentarily forget that he is running a highly competitive commercial business: “I am very eager to allow Columbia to be used by the most forward looking American jazz artists, to explore what kind of synergy can come out of jazz and rock. What do the jazz giants, the leading jazz figures of today have to say? What is their reaction to the fact that, in attempting to fuse jazz and rock, Chicago and Blood, Sweat and Tears have reached millions of people all over the world while they, without such an attempt, only reach a few thousand with their music.” He mentioned that the label has signed Omette Coleman, Jack De Johnette, and Weather Report—an offshoot of Miles’ group—and that it was recording Charles Mingus. “Just as Columbia sponsored a Modern American Composer series in classical music—not having any less reverence for Stravinsky, Mahler, or classical music performed by the New York Philharmonic or the Philadelphia Orchestra—so we are here exploring a very exciting now development in music, to see where it will go. I don’t know where it will go, but I think that by opening up the company to this kind of exploration of music by brilliant talent, we are providing a tremendous service.”

Columbia’s aims are obvious and Miles is not fooled for a minute: “It’s smart to be with the niggers sometimes. I know what made “Bitches Brew,” but they need guidance: Mingus needs guidance; Omette needs guidance; nobody’s going to tell them what to do because then they might call them white bastards. They have to tell Mingus what to do, otherwise he’ll do the same shit all over again, and they have to tell Omette that he can not play the trumpet and violin. Motown shows you where it’s at, man.”

It is difficult to imagine anyone telling Miles Davis what to do with his music, but he is just as receptive to constructive criticism as he is ready to give it. “Miles lets you be as creative as you want to be,” says producer Teo Macero, “as long as it doesn’t screw up his music. A lot of artists say ’Man, don’t touch my music, don’t do this, I don’t want any electronic sound, don’t use a Fender bass, and so forth, but Miles is so far ahead that he’s on the same wavelength as you are, which makes for a great deal of excitement. When he plays, he does it with such intensity that every note is a gem. He doesn’t make any mistakes, if he doesn’t like something he did, it is usually because it didn’t capture the right feeling. We never discuss the music or how things went in front of anybody else; he either calls me out into the hall or we sort of talk in the comer, and I try to refrain from talking about the piece over the studio talk-back system. That’s something I’ve learned by working with him over the years. Like his private life, he keeps it to himself; I never ask, because if he wants to tell me something, he’ll do it.”

The physical aspects of producing a Miles Davis album are as unconventional as his music. As Macero explains, there are no takes one, two or three, “because there’s something new that pops into the music every time, whether it’s deliberate or just by accident—no one seems to know quite for sure. The group is constantly building toward a final goal and we don’t stop the tape machines like we used to do in the old days—they run until the group stops playing. Then we go back, listen, and decide between us what should be tacked to what—it becomes a search and find routine, and finally it’s all there, it’s just a matter of putting it all together. There are a lot of tapes for each album, but we may use only the material from two or three sessions.”

Two albums, “Miles Davis at Fillmore” and the sound track for the documentary film “Jack Johnson,” have been released since “Bitches Brew,” but neither shows signs of doing as well commercially. This of course provides an incentive to make the next release particularly interesting, and it looks as if “Live and Evil” (one word is the reverse spelling of the other) will be just that. Scheduled for a December release, it is the distillation of ten to fifteen reels of tape, selected from an original working pile of thirty reels. “The album is partly live, and it has an ethereal evil, where the mind is clouded and all these things are happening,” says Macero, “it’s like a wild dream.” Artist Mati Klarwein, who was responsible for the unusual “Bitches Brew” cover, has been commissioned to give the new album a similar look.

If “Live and Evil” becomes another “Bitches Brew,” there will undoubtedly be more demands on Miles Davis’ time, a commodity he values and likes to spend as a part-time pugilist working out in a midtown gym, swimming in some appropriate waters, sleeping in his oversized bed, or simply relaxing with friends amid the international decor of what has been termed “an architect’s nightmare”—his house on West 77th Street.

Unimpressed by critics (“I don’t know any, because I never read what they say”) and disc jockeys (“If we didn’t make any records, they wouldn’t have anything to do”), Miles periodically threatens to quit the music business to avoid the exploitation which he admits is “the name of the game.” Some day, he will undoubtedly do just that, and then a smile the public never knew may emerge from behind the mask.

Edited by Christiern

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when I saw him at the Fillmore (one of the nights they taped) I was standing in the lobby during intermission and my friend whispered to turn around, and there he was right next to us - not very big, and he looked like he was wearing a red velvet rug - my friend tried to get me to say something to him but I was too intimidated - his glasses were the size of overgrown mushrooms -

dude, I'm so jealous...I bet he oozed cool and hipness. :bwallace:

And just as I was posting, Christiern posted his interview...wow.

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One of my fondest memories, after not seeing MIles when I was younger (in the early 70s) was going to one of the 'Kix' shows in Boston when Miles came out of retirement. I never thought I'd get to see him and then he started playing again.

I had tickets to the second show, but showed up before the first show started. I was first in line outside to get in. When the first show started, I heard the music and realized that the big semi truck I was standing in front of was the mobile recording studio....the doors opened (it was warm out) and there sat Teo and some other guys. I could hear the music full on out of the monitors.

I had gone to the show expecting MIles not to play much. I figured he'd blow a note here and there, play some Fender-Rhodes and glare from the stage. He was playing his ass off! After hearing the first show through the monitors, it was inside to hear the second set. I was not disappointed. It was not Live-Evil to be sure, but I've always thought that the first band (Bill Evans, Mike Stern, Marcus Miller, Al Foster, Milo Cinelu) was his best post retirement band.

Some of that show is on "We Want Miles"

I miss having him around....

keith

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