The many musical faces of Mr. Miles Davis?

Foster_9, I appreciate your contribution to this thread. Since our tastes are in harmony, I know you will dig Chico Freeman "The Emissary", if you don't already have it. I dug that Miles you hipped me to.

Nicotico, google shows miles with a red ferrari, although he may have also owned a yellow one before that one.

The phrase, "unintended consequences" is always associated with something bad. In Mr. Davis's case it turned into something good. Each time he changed styles of music, he gained new fans. While his old fans, like me, didn't approve of his new music; we still bought his CD's. Whether we did this out of habit, curiosity, or the fact that it was "uncool" not to have Miles latest CD, I am not sure; but at any rate it helped his financial bottom line and proved to be a good "unintended consequence"
His childhood was so prophetic, he never quit being "The little kid who was always trying to blow the trumpet".

Miles has as many facets as a brilliant diamond. It's not until after you have seen them all can you appreciate his genious.

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.