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Tag Archives: Miles Davis
Counterpoint: Domestic Strife and Miles ’64
A flurry of words assaults the ear as she storms back in the room, alto voice filling the space left by the withering blast of the horn; the false lull breaks as the drum, relentless, kicks forward the time, and … Continue reading
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Tagged arguments, domestic relations, logic, Miles Davis, partnerships, relationships, strife
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Counterpoint: Domestic Strife and Miles ’64
A flurry of words assaults the ear as she storms back in the room, alto voice filling the space left by the withering blast of the horn; the false lull breaks as the drum, relentless, kicks forward the time, and … Continue reading
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Tagged arguments, disregard, improvisation, Miles Davis, relationships, silence
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Kind of Blown (Miles Davis is Past Tense Now)
Esse Quam Videri : The siren’s song bleeds forth through tenement crags: the plaintive wail of mad dog penguined Perseus, hunting down in ancient rites street Circe and her rabid whores. Along this path, this street of more than visions … Continue reading
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Tagged Berklee, Howl, J Alfred Prufrock, jazz, Miles Davis, The Wasteland, TS Eliot
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