Okay, I'll say it. This period of Miles' life should've been called The Emperor's New Clothes Era. Struggling to be relevant in a medium that was sadly being sunk by Jerry Lee Lewis, Little Richard, and Herman's Hermits and their ilk, whose collective total knowledge of music theory was about three guitar chords, Miles was still stuck to his Martin Committee trumpet and a quintet made up of honest musical geniuses who similarly were playing musical instruments of a bygone era, trying to emit an aura of hipness by showing no joy, starting well-known tunes with familiar introductions, then devolving immediately into half-phrases and pseudo-spectacular runs into the high register that lacked any musical context. Miles wasn't honest about his music again until he decided to join 'em since he couldn't beat 'em and ditched his quintet for electric guitars, electric keyboards and a wah-wah pedal for his still antique trumpet. The jazz artists who continued to be impressive during this time were the ones who recognized that there was still a lot to be said in jazz by celebrating what it was rather than trying to make it into what it wasn't. Jazz has always evolved, and a new jazz was on the horizon, but this wasn't it. I think the only time Miles ever smiled after 1959 was when he was on his way to the bank to make a deposit or laughing at guys in the audience wearing bland suits and ties, giving standing ovations for this garbage.
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34:58 Are you kidding me? What the heck was that? It was like Mr Shorter jumped out of a plane without a parachute, while juggling bowling pins and shuffling a deck of cards. WOW''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't really know anymore, I've been losing my mind for some time. This peaceful music helps me fall asleep peacefully and that's fortunate because my invasive neuroses do not obscure the fact that the sound art of Miles and his cohorts is another universe that helps me "hold the rail" in the maddening disorder of my reason!
OMG! Seems yesterday. In 1930's i lived in Milan at that time. At that time, me and my friends, we usually spend the nights at the famous Dinky Donky Skbadaboob Da Boob Dabidubidi Dubidi Da Da Da Dinah's palace. Better know as DDSDBDDDDD, or for the real intimate customers, only Dinki. A hidden cubbyhole on the 56Th avenue. Famous artists usually performed there, people like Armostrong, Ella Fitzgerald, Korn, Iron Maiden, Etta James, Eminem, The Beatles, N.W.A., Bad Bunny, Travis Scott and many others. That's used to be the best place where we secretly drank whiskey. You know what i mean? Prohibition and stuff. Forget about it, we usually sayin' as Italians Immigrants. What a wonderful time of my life!
Oh My God, I have been listening to these guys for years. Fourty- five to be exact. It does not get any better than this. I am 66 years old.I wish Tony was still with us
I think it's interesting to think about the ages of musicians in recordings. Here are the ages of the four musicians when this concert took place. Miles Davis: 38 Wayne Shorter: 31 Ron Carter: 27 Herbie Hancock: 24 Tony Williams: 18
