The many musical faces of Mr. Miles Davis?


It was in the late 80's; I was in a funereal limousine, in Mr. Davis's hometown, and someone mentioned his name. An elderly lady chimed in, "I remember Miles, he was the little dark skinned kid who used to always try to blow the trumpet". There was total silence, a very long silence I might add. Since she was the most grieved in the limo, there was no point in trying to bring her up to date. Mr. Davis's name was not mentioned the rest of the day.
Miles music has many faces, which one do you prefer.
orpheus10
My fave Miles is his work with the 2 great quintets he had.I'm leaning towards the prestige albums as my fave output from him, but can't get into Bitches Brew. I find it all over the shop and much prefer A Tribute To Jack Johnson to that work.

Chris


A little Miles Davis trivia: At the beginning of this thread, I mentioned an elderly lady who remembered Miles as "The little dark sinned kid who was always trying to blow the trumpet"

Miles grew up three block from where that lady lived in a large house with an extended family which included a music teacher and a musician.

Miles, from my "kid point of view", was strange; where ever he could learn something about music, that's where he went; consequently, that lady saw an awful lot of the little kid trying to blow the trumpet.

Believe it or not, she knew next to nothing about
"Miles the jazz giant".


More Miles trivia: that remark "I remember Miles, he was the little dark skinned kid who was always trying to blow the trumpet", it had absolutely no racial connotations, it was simply a fact of observation.

She would have seen Miles through the screen door when he knocked. "Hi Miles, come on in". After exchanging greetings, he would walk down the hallway to the kitchen where the musician was cleaning his horn, and the music teacher was possibly going over some music. They would welcome Miles and pick up where they left off. All of this was quite informal, Miles was like another member of the family; that neighborhood was one big family and he was a member.

If Miles were alive today, he would probably cherish this "reminiscence" over most others. This was at a time when he was free as a bird flitting from tree to tree, and he was loved; not because he was rich and famous, but simply because he was Miles.