I was born in the same neighborhood where Miles Davis was raised, but I never met him because I was 3 years old when he left, and he never came back. The only reason I'm telling you this, is because it's almost impossible to believe that the person I uncovered from talking to people who knew and played football, went swimming with, and played basketball with Miles; is the same person we know as "Miles Davis".
I never even knew what I'm relaying to you now, before I read his autobiography. I knew the people he wrote about, I mean from my childhood until the time they died. Once upon a time people didn't seem to move from place to place, and neighborhoods were much more stable.
The Miles I uncovered is such a drastically different person from the one we think we know. The only thing that tracks with the Miles we know, is that trumpet; it seems that from the time he was 13, he was almost never without it; plus that, anyone who was a music teacher or musician, met him personally because he sought them out to learn whatever he could.
I was talking to a ladies son about Miles music; she overheard the conversation and remarked; "I remember Miles, he was the little dark skinned kid who was always trying to play the trumpet". (what do you say behind that?)
According to his friends, he was the nicest, kindest person you could ever want to meet. According to that older lady, he was always so mannerable. I talked to different people at different times, trying to get something negative about Miles, but never succeeded.
Contrast that with the Miles that we think we knew.