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November 23, 2005



Back around 1986 or 1987, the band I was in was rehersing at SIR in NYC and Miles' band was rehersing next door for a few days. There were two sound-isolation doors into his space with about a foot between them. I would sandwhich myself between those doors in absolute deep-black darkness and listen, sometimes opening the inner door to sneak a peek. "Thrilling" is not the word. In fact, words fail me here. He rehersed in very low light and the athmosphere was chilling.

He would bend over with his elbows on his knees and blow the horn aimed straight at the floor so the sound would bounce back to his ears, and he had a keyboard next to him: Every so often he would reach over and answer on the keys one of his trumpet licks. It was indescribably cool.

Thanks for dredging up that old memory for me!

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