Miles Davis (1) (1926–1991)

A brash, opinionated, and entertaining autobiography. Miles Davis tells about his rise from playing trumpet in East St. Louis to the pinnacle of the music world. He tells about the many players he worked with, both those who influenced him and those he influenced. He talks about his women, his drug use. And that’s what the book reads like – as if Miles was talking to you, in his true voice. It has the distinction of using the word motherf*cker probably about once a page on average, and show more with a variety of meanings.

Miles liked sharp clothes (custom made), cars (Ferrari, Lamborghini), and women (various, beautiful). He was appalled when Duke Ellington tried to recruit him for his orchestra and received Miles in his office in the Brill Building while wearing shorts. He tells of his deep admiration of and exasperation with the heroin addicted Charlie Parker: “Among the masters he was the master.”

Miles on dealing with people you don’t want around. “You just tell them to get the fuck out of your face. That’s it. Anything else is a waste of time.”

Known for his musical innovation and his ever-evolving playing styles, Miles had no use for jazz musicians “playing all those same old licks we used to play so long ago. I feel sad for them. I mean, it’s like going to bed with a real old person who even smells real old.”

Miles main hatred was racism and the exploitation of black musicians by white people. His description of attending an award ceremony in Washington, D.C. is both illuminating and wildly funny. show less

Man what a wild ride. It was an amazing read, and as Miles would say, "this book is a motherfucker." I loved reading about the New York jazz scene in the 40's and 50's. There are so many fascinating stories about all the legendary musicians. Also really loved hearing about Miles creative process and background for some of my favorite albums of all time. You also get to hear Miles' no nonsense takes on things like racism, drug use, music, leading a band, playing trumpet, etc, all in Miles' show more distinctly authentic voice. Anybody who is a fan of music (especially jazz) should read this one. show less

The definitive jazz biography. Miles writes with such a casual hipness - and frankness - that you're pretty much disarmed from the get-go. His attitude toward women is abysmal, and his prejudice against most white people, while perhaps justified, is disheartening. Still, you find yourself mesmerized by his life, his battles, his confidence, and his passion for jazz.

A wounded, bitter artist, a fireplug, a gentle soul, a man lost in his music, an outspoken advocate for African Americans, and show more at the heart of it, a musical genius, pure and simple.

This is truly a trip through jazz history, with Miles ensconced right in the heart of it all - taking you back as far as Satchmo and Diz, and right up to the mid-80's, when jazz was crying out for another Miles to step up and revive the art form. show less

Miles is amazingly good and bad
I just finished Miles Davis’s autobiography, Miles: The Autobiography. In all that he was, Miles was amazing. An amazing musical mind, amazing in his drug addictions, amazingly selfish, amazingly genius, amazingly stylish, amazingly angry, and amazingly racist, are all aspects of Miles.
The book was a blast to read because it was written in Miles’ conversational tone. Think of Richard Pryor reading Lewis Carroll, “That Cheshire Cat was grinning like a show more mutherf*@%er!” This is part what makes Miles seem so real, as well as so much fun to read. You never know what he will say next or about whom. Miles is a seer. He sees people’s love, their creativity, their talent, their faults, and their shortcomings. This is true for everyone in Miles’ life except for Miles himself. There is no doubt that Miles loved so many folks in his life, his parents, Dizzy, Train, and of course Bird, as well as many of the women in his life. But Miles had no use for many in his world, and no respect for them. He pimped some of the women in his life; and Miles never had a problem wasn't either directly or indirectly caused by white people. It is not surprising that a young black man in East St. Louis, coming of age in the 1940’s, experienced prejudice and racism. However, over the course of his life, Miles seemed more and more focused on the evils of white people, and less and less tolerant. As I read about Miles’ experiences of the 1970’s and ‘80’s, I heard Miles sound more and more like the older generation in my small Tennessee hometown. Change the word black to white, and Miles spewed hatred just like the old men found each morning on the courthouse square.
This is what makes Miles amazingly sad. For a man of such light, love, and creativity to not see that hate is hate makes Miles one of the saddest artist of the 20th century. Miles allows those who influenced his youth win, by turning into the very same type of person. Thankfully, we have the music Miles created, before the drugs, anger and hatred turned out the light. show less