Among the peaks rising to over 8,000, there Everest, Annapurna and "We Want Miles". I was in the room at the Théâtre du Chatelet, in the early 80s, with a friend (we had lost sight since, but I dedicated him eternal gratitude) that had two tickets for the return on stage Paris from (delete as appropriate) Giant Titan, Jupiter Jazzant, Miles Davis. It is saying that it was volcanic with this thin silhouette, transparent, turning his back to the audience and you swinging liquid sounds beaches, extending like clouds with undefined contours with sidemen in Fusion, both musically that claniquement speaking. The "We Want Miles" with two "Jean-Pierre" explosive retrieves the unique atmosphere of a legendary tour. Most surprising to Miles Davis, is to have sought and been constantly reinvented itself as a Phoenix rising from the ashes ever to have resulted in its solar race of musicians who always (except Bill Evans and John Coltrane) played above their level (not thinner when talking about Percy Heath, Cannonball Aderley, Ron Carter, Tony Williams, Wayne Shorter, Joe Zawinul, Herbie Hancock, Chick Corea etc ... etc .. no less) and recreates incandescent universe, glacial or completely imaginary unrelated to anything (4 CD set "Bitches Brew sessions" is the living testimony). This man of peerless beauty I have no special palatability for male beauty but face reflects something of the order of Divin- was a demiurge, a sort of Van Gogh for music dough from Picasso / Juan Gris / Cézanne for the intellect, Pollock for abstraction, for inspiration Hendrix, James Brown for the soul, in short, Miles Davis for the Genie (the good Engineering) which was hers Its super nova asteroid trajectory has touched Paris one day. It makes this sound, this research, this unique strength of its kind. We Want Miles, it's still true.
