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So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
Once there was a haunted loop / of your deep fallen tears / a forehead resting / on a record shelf — A.C. Newman, There are Maybe 10 or 12 |
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Really, the words about damn time don’t even begin to describe this.
I heard a great story about Miles once, and one of his visits to the White House. As the story goes, after being welcomed and escorted to his table he sat down beside one of his dinner companions — a woman he’d never met. After a bit of initial small talk, the woman leaned over and said to MIles “So what did you do to get invited here.”
Miles looked back at her, with those whiter than white eyes staring from deep with his sockets, and calmly said “I’ve changed music three or four times. What did you do other than be rich and white?”
Gotta love Miles. The world of music is a less interesting, less prickly place without him.
About damn time.
Posted by skooter at 3:57 PM
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This entry is tagged: Jazz, Miles Davis