I think I've probably told this story, but my mom once tried to get into a Miles Davis show in San Francisco in the late '60s, but, being 18 or so and without any money, figured she would just talk her way in or some shit. It was like 1969. Anyhow, she and her friend went up to the box office and begged and pleaded, but to no avail. Finally, they said, "Look, can't we just talk to Miles? We're sure if we met him, he'd let us in." And the box office guy sort of looked them up and down, and he said,
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Miles motherfucking Davis does not *NEED* to look at the audience!
I think I've probably told this story, but my mom once tried to get into a Miles Davis show in San Francisco in the late '60s, but, being 18 or so and without any money, figured she would just talk her way in or some shit. It was like 1969. Anyhow, she and her friend went up to the box office and begged and pleaded, but to no avail. Finally, they said, "Look, can't we just talk to Miles? We're sure if we met him, he'd let us in." And the box office guy sort of looked them up and down, and he said,
"Miles doesn't talk to white people."
gabe, that story is fucking sweet.
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