MILES AND MILES

I am reading a book on the history of hip, and every third page mentions Miles Davis.

Why I wonder? I don’t think of Miles Davis as hip so much as I think of him as sad.

I think of Miles Davis and sad and angry. So angry that he forgot how to buy good looking clothes when he became an old man.

Maybe he didn’t care, maybe his eyes weren’t working and so that’s why he bought those big-ass sunglasses, but either way, He looked at himself and became sad.

Angry and sad. He passed by all the good looking suits and became someone new, but not someone good, but something new without new suits with sunglasses. How hip is that? When you think about it too much, pretty hip.