Too many Miles
When I interviewed Miles Davis in 1988 in advance of his only New Zealand concert, I punched in an improbably long line of digits to a New York number and after confirming it was him on the other end – the hoarse grunt was enough – I introduced myself and asked him about his most recent album, Siesta.
After a long silence, he rasped, “I dunno what the f---you talkin’ ’bout.”
Perfect.
Miles Davis – who died in 1991 at age 65 – was abrupt, mercurial, temperamental and a supremely
