Miles To Go: The Lost Years: An Intimate Memoir of Life on the Road with Miles Davis

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[... W]e had a booking at a festival in Newport, Rhode Island. This wasn't the old Newport Jazz Festival, [...] but a smaller-scale show set in Fort Adams State Park.

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The show itself went off without a hitch. Though they played well, Miles and the band didn't try for the heights they'd reached in Japan. It was simply too pleasant a place and too nice a day for such explorations, so Miles toyed with the band instead, engaging in some call-and-response blues lines with Sam Morrison, our new sax player.

[...]

[… Later that evening] I got out my Sony tape player, and put in the 'Jack Johnson’ tape. By the time "Yesternow" was done, and I'd flipped it over to "Right Off," I was fairly well lubricated. I started telling Miles [who arranged and played on the LP, ‘Jack Johnson’] all about the music, urging him to listen to what the guitar does, showing him how the organ builds and then breaks. I even explained him what the trumpet player was doing! I got more and more excited, raving on about how great the record was, while Miles just looked at me, wide-eyed. Occasionally he'd laugh and say, "Oh really?" as I made another point.

[...] The next morning, all he said to me was, "Chris you sure are funny when you're drunk."

excerpt from 'Miles To Go: The Lost Years: An Intimate Memoir of Life on the Road with Miles Davis' pp. 103-107 (225 words)

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