Wednesday, August 29, 2007

One Hour Left To Live


Years ago, Miles Davis played the Bluebird Club in Detroit, the doorway of in which I am sitting. He came to the big D for an extended time to kick his heroin habit and on the nights he played, he walk a mile in the snow with his horn to play for the waiting crowds because although he was not yet famous, he was still Miles, and people knew him and he knew people. Even when he became famous, he'd come back to the Bluebird to play for a nominal fee, never forgetting the owner's kindness during this rough patch.

It's safe to say that Miles didn't like that many people; he had a legendary temper and a deep streak of misanthropy that I kind of like. When asked what he would do if he had one hour left to live, he said, I'd strangle a white man very very slowly. I have often had the same sentiment given certain men's actions. But I like the phrase, He never forgot the owner's kindness. When we are in our hour of need and things look bleak, we never forget the people who took a chance on us when things weren't so great. I like to think of Miles walking through the cold Detroit winter -- years later he'd probably ride in limos and stuff; he'd never have to tough it out in quite the same way again. But he'd probably never see anything as harsh or beautiful as what he saw on the way to the Bluebird; he could write music about that cold truth for the rest of his life.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Do not fear mistakes. There are none." Miles Davis

Cocktail Hour
Drinking music suggestion: Kind of Blue Miles Davis

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday! And happy birthday to my lovely sister Beth! See the post right before this one.

11 comments:

JLCGULL said...

Donald Bird's "Bluebird" is arguably the greatest makeout album of all time--jazzwise.

Charles Gramlich said...

Sad how the blue has fallen

JLCGULL said...

Correction: Donald Byrd

JLCGULL said...

Fly high, Michelle!!!!!!

Pythia3 said...

Really miss The Soup Kitchen here in Detroit.
I agree, I will never forget the very few true people who believe(d) in me even when I lost faith in myself. Most people, though, watch skeptically and wait for the possibility of the day when they may be able to exclaim, "I always knew you could do it!"

Entertainer said...

ooooh..wow

the walking man said...

yep you learn a lot about yourself walking through the slush filled street and cold urban landscape that has always been Detroit.

Peace

TWM

Trevor Record said...

Is the bluebird still operating? Looks like it is closed down there buy I can't tell. I was in Detroit for a day or so last year, and it sort of seemed like half the city was shut down!

JR's Thumbprints said...

I don't know Michelle. Screw the journey, just get me to where I need, no strike need, where I want to be. I can remember all those kind folks later. Isn't that how most wannabe writers or artists think?--Hey, look at me, I got something important to say. And if no one pays attention, that's when the real trouble starts. Disturbing, eh?

honkeie2 said...

What I love about blues is that not everyone can do it. Anyone can make rock, rap, our country. But to write the blues you have lived the blues first. Raw emotion is always better.

Anonymous said...

ohh yeah...
you like jazz players, huh baby?

"lets work it out, bebe"