Miles, Man
Miles Davis would have turned 80 this past week. Damn, where to begin …

Miles was one of my biggest influences in early life. (While I ended up in school as a pianist, I originally was a trombonist; my lack of vibrato and short, sparse soloing was because of Miles.) One of the first LPs I ever bought was Bitches Brew, a psychodelic trip of rock and jazz that was viewed by many at the time as a sell out. But on the contrary, it was the evolution not only of Miles himself but of Jazz and the fusion between it and rock. (I remember sitting in the dark with my big clunky headphones listening to this album over and over again, wearing out the vinyl and having to buy another copy.) These extended compositions also were more than just studio sessions; they recorded these pieces and then Miles and legendary producer Teo Macero went back to the studio and added more improvisations and effects like multi-tape loops and other multi-tracking techniques. Their affect on so many forms of music was epoch.
Miles kept changing and moving forward, whether people liked it or not. He constantly pushed himself and jazz beyond comfortable boundaries.
There’s so much to know and to say about Miles. Miles turning 80 this week was big play on XM radio, which was really cool because they played not only the obvious but the obscure as well.
Miles rules. Miles was a Mutha.











