His decision, in 1969, to court a younger audience by playing rock venues, adding amplified instruments to his ensemble, and cranking up both the volume and the beat also amounted to a critique of modern jazz, which he felt had become tired and inbred. Luis he mostly played his trumpet. Also precious is the insight into why he was constantly trying out new genres and inventing new ones when he got bored. His band transformed over time, largely due to new band members and changes in style. Thousands whose musical taste respected no categorical walls flocked to hear Miles, and a slew of fusion bands were soon spawned, led by his former sidemen: Weather Report, Mahavishnu Orchestra, Return To Forever.
If anybody wants to keep creating they have to be about change. But Miles came damn close to challenging for that number one spot. After fathering two children by a woman friend, Miles in 1944 moved to New York City. His father further worked as a dentist while his mother was a music teacher and violinist. See also page for a picture of the album cover.
No surprise given the source. This is the experience which provides the meaning in his life. Universally acclaimed as a musical genius, Miles is one of the most important and influential musicians in the world. It isn't bad enough that he talks with unconvincing remorse of hitting his own women; the story intended to illustrate Billy Eckstine's tough-guy credentials has Eckstine slapping a would-be girlfriend while Davis looks on approvingly. He was arrogant and careless with people and thought his talent made him better than the rest of us. It is in Miles own words from interviews and he says it like it is, lays out his life, his music and many personal aspects of relationships with family and women, as well as his health. It is some of his best work and yet a song that is often forgotten by all but his most hard core fans because it is so rare.
Some of the discographical unknowns at the time of writing have been cleared up by the Columbia box sets in recent years, but that's about the only very minor carp I can make about it. He certainly does not try to sugarcoat many of his failings, especially when it came to drugs and women. When he passed, the world lost a great musician but not necessarily a great person. He was an artist that spent his life on a journey always moving forward and almost always doing so before the critics, the fans and even the musicians around him were ready to move forward or understood where and why he was going. Miles Dewey Davis 3rd was born into a well-to-do Alton, Illinois, family on May 25, 1926.
And he discusses the women in his life. All along the way he tells his story from his perspective, both dishing out the dirt on everyone from Charlie Parker to Billie Holiday to singing their praises. Over six full decades, from his arrival on the national scene in 1945 until his death in 1991, Miles Davis made music that grew from an uncanny talent to hear the future and a headstrong desire to play it. Honestly I think the only human being that comes out looking decent in this book is Duke Ellington go figure. His life is lived not only for creativity but for reaching, for further and new means of reaching. The Man With A Horn, We Want Miles and Decoy found him still working with Teo Macero and still surrounding himself with young talent, including bassist Darryl Jones Rolling Stones. Explosive moments of living beyond reach.
He tells it like he lived it and does not pretty it up. So, in two decades retrospect, and without being able to question the primary author, we can assume that this is Miles speaking, not the pure construction of his co-writer. During his consultation with doctors, Davis was said to have suffered intracerebral hemorrhage that led to the coma and subsequent death. Considering that when it comes to track-by-track analysis, he only covers officially released tracks, that's a lot of music not analysed in the 72 - 76 period. Late in the decade his music took a radically new direction.
A popularizer as well as an innovator, Davis became famous for both his languid, melodic style and his laconic and at times confrontational personality. The honor was just another testament to the musician's profound and lasting influence on jazz. My future starts when I wake up in the morning and see the light. It's truly an ugly part of his legacy that can't be overlooked. He points to some of his band members while describing all the lands, experiences, and interesting people he has met through his constant travel. The narrative really reads like you are being spoken to in Davis' tone, cadence and patois.
For the first For more than forty years Miles Davis has been in the front rank of American music. Why, sitting there as he recounted his life, he turned it around and found ways of blaming them? He continued influencing the jazz pianist scene into the 1970's. The only thing to do, he said downing another pain pill. Sitting across from me he continues telling me about his life. On Gil Evans, for example: When I first met him he used to come to listen to Bird when I was in the band. That gives the text a real casual, conversational feel and makes it such as pleasure to read. He was notorious in performance for turning his back on audiences, for addressing them inaudibly or not at all, for expressing racial hostility toward whites, for dressing nattily early in his career and outlandishly later, and for projecting especially in a series of motorcycle ads on television a voice hoarse to a point of strangulation—all of which contributed to his charismatic mystique.
There, Davis also created a long-lasting group, comprised of John Coltrane, Paul Chambers and Red Garland. One of the things that surprised me was how often musicians moved in and out of bands. Davis also insists, several times, that critics are almost always wrong, especially when they accuse him of hating white people. I understood his point of view but he tried to stay apolitical while ha This is a very honest autobiography. In the same year Davis divorced his first wife, he married his second one, Betty Mabry, a then 23-year-old model and songwriter who went on to become a renowned singer that is today regarded as one of the most influential voices of the funk era.
His magnetism is so powerful that fans who haven't liked anything he's done in years continue to buy his records and to attend his concerts, irrationally hoping for a reversal of form. He is brutally honest about everything here including: racism, drugs, women, physical abuse, music, family issues etc. I now have this book as the 2nd best biography I have ever read. The various members of his group went to become a few of the very influential musicians of the jazz fusion age. This photograph was taken on the 9th December 2009 by the user Anthony22 on Wikipedia.