I just saw the excellent DVD The Miles Davis Story, one of the best films on music I've ever seen. Many interviews with his wives, his children, his musicians, his biographer and the record company guys. Miles in between music, women, drugs, fast cars, boxing, drawing and music. Always moving forward, never standing still. Very well illustrating his lifelong fight against his illnesses and against the prejudices of white people against his skin colour. His rudeness and bad way of treating women. And his niceness when he apologised etc. The almost complete liberty he left to his musicians which made the phantastic collective music possible he and his bands created.

Finally his raspy whispering voice which seemed to have been the price he had to pay for his amazing, magic, pure and crystal-clear trumpet sound. A jazz musician in the film said that Miles' trumpet sounded like a human voice. I think it actually was his voice.

At one point he said:

And I thought YES. That is so bloody true and so bloody sad at the same time. The love songs are just an ersatz for not being able to fall in love again after the first time.