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Miles Davis and John Coltrane

As a relatively new convert to jazz, I knew very little about Miles Davis and even less about John Coltrane, but enough to know they were legendary in their craft. I had the chance to watch two films last night that illuminated parts of their lives and careers.

The first was Chasing Trane: The John Coltrane Documentary. It was fascinating to hear about his warm, loving nature from his step and biological children, and I learned that his musicality advanced as his career progressed. I also had no idea that he played with Miles Davis.

The second was Miles Ahead, which has been described by others as an impressionistic take on the comeback years. It is a pretty apt description since the film was not meant to be an accurate portrayal of actual events. Instead, it was a fun romp with gunfire, car chases, and intense portrayals of relationships beginning and ending courtesy of Don Cheadle, who is always entertaining.

After both films, I found myself more intrigued by their music and will be looking up Sketches of Spain (Miles Davis) and Peace on Earth (Coltrane) in particular. I look forward to a week of sonic bliss!

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