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Discussion in 'Bass Humor [DB]' started by Don Kasper, Apr 11, 2018.
Check out Miles as he walks by Wayne, around the 3:50 mark. That doesn’t look like a super friendly interaction to me.
I’ll also say that the trumpet solo on Milestones is one of my all time favorite Miles solos. So powerful and able to go from a scream to a whisper in a moments time. And the rhythm section right on him, especially Chick
Yes! It looks like maybe Miles is giving Wayne some s*** about the shirt Wayne is wearing?
Seriously - overall, a great example of the irritating Grain of Sand that results in a beautiful Pearl.
he was an angry cat.
he looks annoyed the whole way through the solo, like he wants something from Wayne or the rhythm section he isn't getting. Sounds perfect though!
Lol it happened right after Herbie started comping. If I'm not mistaken I think Miles wasn't a fan of comping during his solos.
Well, apparently Coltrane (a very laid-back guy) when asked about one or another incident with Miles, said "Well, Miles can be sort of a [word like "jerk" but worse]".
I think Miles had a lot of issues and a lot of them came out in anger.
That is really neither here nor there in our enjoyment of his music.
Musicians that actually knew him said he’d give you the shirt off his back.
When Dave Holland was in the hospital recovering from surgery, he woke up to find a sweater laid over him. It belonged to Miles. Dave had mentioned to him once that he thought it was a beautiful sweater.
I’m sure it’s got to be more complicated than that ‘he was an angry dude’ and such. How can an angry dude play with such grace, beauty and majesty?
I'm sure it is more complicated than that. But by most accounts, he was generally not the most pleasant person to be around. A lot of wonderful music has been made by musicians with seriously flawed personalities--Charlie Parker, Beethoven, etc.
Read his biography and get back to us. Miles was a jazz genius, a trumpet wannabe, a pimp, a drug pusher, a thief, a drug addict, a peacock on stage and probably mostly addicted with a habit that called his moves...
At the end of the day, I'd have to say Miles single-handedly pushed jazz forward but if he were my neighbor, I'd consider him the worst of the worst and literally call the cops.
Sound guys, and what they put through the monitors, will make you look that way too. Frequently.
Sorry Tom, calling Miles a trumpet wannabe is total bulls#@t
Yeah, I love Wayne, but he does have that “Junior High School Assistant Principal” look going on in that clip!
Oy yoy yoy. We're judging trumpet players by how many octaves they've got now? Kidding, right?
Proof? No, I’m not going to waste another second of my time providing “proof” to rebut that silliness. That’s your opinion and you’re welcome to it, it was my mistake even getting involved. Goodbye
Who was it that said they'd rather listen to Miles reach for a high note and fluff it, than listen to Wynton make a 1,000?
Something about the drama of it. Chet Baker had that, too, but in a different way.
I want to be moved. Miles did that. Chet did that. The great players can do that.
Well, Lester Young was a tenor sax wannabe because he couldn't play Coltrane substitutions at MM = 350.
Jack Teagarden was a trombone wannabe because he couldn't play Carl Fontana showers of arpeggios.
Errol Garner was a piano wannabe because he didn't read music.
Louis Armstrong was a trumpet wannabe because he never played a tritone substitution.
Django Reinhardt was a guitar wannabe because he couldn't play four note chords with his left hand.
Speaking of Chet Baker, he was clearly a singer wannabe because he didn't have the range of Pavarotti.
Because Miles wasn't just an angry man. He spent his whole life focused on creating beauty; he could be quite generous; he felt deeply the insults of being an African-American (not that other people didn't feel that too, but by all accounts Miles' anger at that came out in anger, where other people have turned it into something else - for example, Ellington's manner of exaggerated dignity); he wasn't just one thing. More than most people, I would guess, Miles had many aspects.
But he could be a [word like "jerk" but worse].
It's kind of like the infamous Buddy Rich band tapes. I had read the transcriptions long ago and was horrified. Some years later, and with some additional life experience under my belt, I actually listened to the famous bus tapes and what I heard was not a monster - I heard an old pro who had finally had it up to here with his musicians shucking on the job, and he was telling them off straight up without mincing words, the way older American men used to do.
It's worth reading Quincy Troupe's foreword to the Miles autobiography where he talks about how talking with Miles brings back memories of listening to conversations of his father, and grandfather, and men of their generation.