Does anyone know? He just played the first solo on Love for Sale... now it's Cannonball's turn... he lays it out... here comes Trane... in top form as usual... he jumps around the chords, never quite laying the foundation, but always tickling the outer regions... Trane is surfing the winds... now he's coming round... ok, here's Bill Evans... wow... i really lost my train of thought there... i'm on the next song now... If I were I Bell...
Miles is on mute.... a little back from the mic... this is live.... on Columbia... .. . well.. . I just skipped to Someday my Prince will come.. Wynton Kelly has the intro...now it's Miles doing the header... really sweet......
I listen.
.
.
.
complex tones... caressing the chords... Miles is... gently
and he goes... here we go... together... across the fruity plains... time to here a little bit of some Hank...
Hank Mobley is loving it... you can hear it in his tone... each blessed moment a triumph for the joy of mankind... he seeks the thrill... you can tell...
all around he goes... like my toes... Wynton Kelly has the solo... his floating down the stream... you can see the steam... I really like it, man. Now I'm wondering...
Where will it go?
Back to the head. Here's Miles again.. playing that melody so clean... and trane sobs his mow... you feel it grow... the loving grows... over the hills we sow... to see the morrow of day in light his hay will ever seek the way, can't complain, hey, it's nothing sacred, just some hay, hey. He's turning around, see's the ground, topples cross the mountain, like a fountain, onto the lint he grins like sinning mints... I find... Miles is back to me...
Singing his glee, he loves to spread his sound across mound real round... Wynton has the moment
It's thrilling and I'm still in my exception.. tense as it is I await the next one... here it comes... and there it goes...
pop...
that's it
What do you think?
Miles is on mute.... a little back from the mic... this is live.... on Columbia... .. . well.. . I just skipped to Someday my Prince will come.. Wynton Kelly has the intro...now it's Miles doing the header... really sweet......
I listen.
.
.
.
complex tones... caressing the chords... Miles is... gently
and he goes... here we go... together... across the fruity plains... time to here a little bit of some Hank...
Hank Mobley is loving it... you can hear it in his tone... each blessed moment a triumph for the joy of mankind... he seeks the thrill... you can tell...
all around he goes... like my toes... Wynton Kelly has the solo... his floating down the stream... you can see the steam... I really like it, man. Now I'm wondering...
Where will it go?
Back to the head. Here's Miles again.. playing that melody so clean... and trane sobs his mow... you feel it grow... the loving grows... over the hills we sow... to see the morrow of day in light his hay will ever seek the way, can't complain, hey, it's nothing sacred, just some hay, hey. He's turning around, see's the ground, topples cross the mountain, like a fountain, onto the lint he grins like sinning mints... I find... Miles is back to me...
Singing his glee, he loves to spread his sound across mound real round... Wynton has the moment
It's thrilling and I'm still in my exception.. tense as it is I await the next one... here it comes... and there it goes...
pop...
that's it
What do you think?
