It’s not just rock that’s being discussed on Rock cult. This time we propose to remember the great jazz musician Miles Davis, who was born on May 26, 1926. He lived a long life and contributed to the development of many areas of jazz: bebop, modal jazz, cool jazz, fusion. Davis also experimented with jazz-rock and funk. Some musicologists rank him below such masters as Louis Armstrong, Charlie Parker or John Coltrane in terms of talent, while noting that Miles Davis was able to achieve success thanks to his fantastic ability to work, outstanding leadership qualities and the ability to catch fashion trends and organically use them in music. his creativity. Be that as it may, he made a significant contribution to the music of the 20th century, managed to play with many outstanding musicians and is still loved and adored by many connoisseurs of jazz and not only.
- The father was something. He was a strong son of a bitch, but with cockroaches. For example, he never crossed some bridges from East St. Louis to St. Louis, because, according to him, he knew who built them – thieves, which means that these bridges are not strong: money and materials for them stolen. He sincerely believed that one day these stupid bridges would fall in the Mississippi. And he believed until his last hour, always wondering how they hadn’t fallen yet.
- I remember the impression of the music playing in Arkansas at my grandfather’s – especially in church on Saturday nights. God, I don’t have enough words to describe how great it was. I was then six or seven years old. We were walking along a dark village street in the evening, when suddenly, unexpectedly, as if from nowhere, music began to sound – as if from huge mysterious trees, where, according to legend, ghosts live. I think all this entered me forever then, do you understand what I mean? It was the quality of the sound of those blues, church hymns, roadside funk – rural melodies and rhythms of the South and Midwest .. I think this music got into my gut right there, in those ghostly back streets of Arkansas, when it was getting dark and owls were hooting. So when I started taking lessons, I already had an idea of what music should be.
- If you crawl out onto the Minton stage and can’t play, then you won’t just burn with shame because they either don’t notice you at all or boo you – you can easily get hit in the face. Once one of these came up on stage – with terrible shit, but in fact he didn’t care what to play, just to lure whores. And in the hall sat the most ordinary guy who loved music. When that fool began to play, this guy quietly got up from his seat, walked onto the stage, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him out into the street – where he gave him a good thump. Really, as it should be thrashed. And then he said that until he learned to play, he would not appear at the club under any pretext. Those were the rules. Either keep up the mark, or go to hell, there was no middle ground.
- One day I read in the paper that Bird (Charlie Parker) was going to jam at the Hot Wave Club on 145th Street in Harlem. I remember I asked Kochan if he thought the Bird would show up there or not. Kochan only grinned and said: “Yes, for sure, the Bird himself does not know this.”
- Lord, I was shocked at how Bird changed outwardly when he put a saxophone to his lips. Hell, just now he looked very sick, and suddenly from somewhere he absorbed so much strength and beauty that they began to splash out of him. It was amazing – the change that happened to him as soon as he started playing. At that time he was twenty-four, but when he was not acting and not on stage, he looked much older. But as soon as he began to play, his whole appearance changed beyond recognition. And drunk, and barely on his feet, and in a dope from heroin – he always played amazingly.
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