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Miles Davis
Miles: The AutobiographyJazz was started by French-African Americans in New Orleans, and it was put to the frontline of music business by a white American named Benny Goodman.

When those early players became old, jazz was made into a serious art form by African-Americans in the north. The best of those serious men of music was Charlie Parker. When Parker made a start of his group, he [made] a young trumpet player take care of the group. The young man was Miles Davis.
Miles, helped by his white friend Gil Evans, made a start of more complex music. Miles gave chances to new players like John Coltrane, Bill Evans and Herbie Hancock.

When experts of music became interested in the new form named "Free Jazz," Miles was angry. Free Jazz was good for experts, but it gave little pleasure to general lovers of music. Miles kept on playing in his way. His music was as good as Free Jazz, but gave more pleasure.

When young music lovers became more interested in electric music, Miles became friends with a young guitar player named Jimi Hendrix. They had an idea of forming a new group together, but Jimi suddenly went dead. Miles kept on making music with electric sound, having rhythm and blues mixed with jazz. His music was serious art which gave pleasure and made money.

In addition to making music, Miles was good at giving talks. His language was simple and straight. His talks were put together by Quincy Troupe and made into a long history of what Miles did, given in his words: Miles: The Autobiography.

I will give some examples from the opening page of the book. Here, Miles was a three-year-old boy looking at fire, feeling fear and pleasure:

The very first thing I remember in my early childhood is a flame, a blue flame jumping off a gas stove somebody lit. . . . I remember being shocked by the whoosh of the blue flame jumping off the burner, the suddenness of it. . . . I saw that flame and felt that hotness of it close to my face. I felt fear, real fear, for the first time in my life. But I remember it also like some kind of adventure, some kind of weird joy, too. I guess that experience took me someplace in my head I hadn't been before. To some frontier, the edge, maybe, of everything possible. . . . The fear I had was almost like an invitation, a challenge to go forward into something I knew nothing about.
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