{"id":7557,"date":"2014-05-09T11:14:14","date_gmt":"2014-05-09T11:14:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=7557"},"modified":"2022-08-13T16:51:54","modified_gmt":"2022-08-13T16:51:54","slug":"miles-davis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=7557","title":{"rendered":"Miles Davis + Charles Mingus"},"content":{"rendered":"
\u00abDon’t call me a legend. Call me Miles Davis.\u00bb<\/strong><\/em><\/h6>\n

\"M_D\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Trumpeter-bandleader Miles Davis<\/strong> (1926-1991) was a catalyst for the major innovations in post-bop, cool jazz, hard-bop, and jazz-fusion, and his wispy and emotional trumpet tones were some of the most evocative sounds ever heard. He was also one of the most identifiable and misunderstood pop icons of the 20th century.<\/p>\n

Read the three opening paragraphs of . . .<\/p>\n

\u25ca \u00a0<\/strong>Miles Davis + Quincy Troupe: \u00a0MILES \u2013 The Autobiography\u00a0 [1989]<\/strong><\/h6>\n
The very first thing I remember in my early childhood is a flame, a blue flame jumping off a gas stove somebody lit. It might have been me playing around with the stove. I don\u2019t remember who it was. Anyway, I remember being shocked by the whoosh of the blue flame jumping off the burner, the suddenness of it. That\u2019s as far as I can remember; any further back than this is just fog, you know, just mystery. But that stove flame is as clear as music in my mind. I was three years old.<\/strong><\/address>\n
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\"\"<\/a>I saw that flame and felt that hotness of it close to my face. I felt fear, real fear, for the first time in my life. But I remember it also like some kind of adventure, some kind of weird job, too. I guess that experience took me someplace in my head I hadn\u2019t been before. To some frontier, the edge, maybe, of everything possible. I don\u2019t know; I never tried to analyze it before. The fear I had was almost like an invitation, a challenge to go forward into something I knew nothing about. That\u2019s where I think my personal philosophy of life and my commitment to everything I believe in started, with that moment. I don\u2019t know, but I think it might be true. Who knows? What the fuck did I know about anything back then? In my mind I have always believed and thought since then that my motion had to be forward, away from the heat of that flame.<\/strong><\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/address>\n
Looking back, I don\u2019t remember much of my first years \u2013 I never liked to look back much anyway. But one thing I do know is that the year after I was born a bad tornado hit St. Louis and tore it all up. Seems like I remember something about that \u2013 something in the bottom of my memory. Maybe that\u2019s why I have such a bad temper sometimes; that tornado left some of its violent creativity in me. Maybe it left some of its strong winds. You know, you need strong wind to play the trumpet. I do believe in mystery and the supernatural and a tornado sure enough is mysterious and<\/em> supernatural.<\/strong><\/address>\n

\u21d3 \u00a0 ‘It Never Entered My Mind’_<\/strong>1951<\/p>\n