100 Years of Miles Davis
A hundred years ago this week, Miles Davis was born. He spent the rest of his life refusing to stand still, remaking the music every few years and leaving behind sounds the rest of the world would chase for decades. Cool, then hard bop, then modal, then electric, each turn abandoning ground he'd already conquered for territory no one had mapped.
This Tuesday, that restlessness gets honored the only way it should be: not as a recital, but as five musicians in a room, finding out where the tunes want to go tonight. Trumpet, saxophone, piano, bass, drums, the format Miles trusted across the great quintets of the fifties and sixties. The songs you know, opened up and turned over, because a tribute that froze him in place would miss the whole point of the man who never played anything the same way twice.
Free, as the series always is. The creature in the corner has heard a century of music by now.
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