All of a sudden somewhere in the middle of the chorus he gets IT- everybody looks up and knows; they listen; he picks it up and carries. Time stops. He’s filling empty space with the substance of our lives, confessions of his bellybottom strain, remembrance of ideas, rehashes of old blowing. He has to blow across bridges and come back and do it with such infinite feeling soul-exploratory for the tune of the moment that everybody knows its not the tune that counts but IT
, On the road

pic: By Leigh Wiener, Miles Davis, San Francisco, 1961

i can’t believe i’ve been back in this fandom a whole year and i completely forgot until today

in my home town, there’s an road called edgeworth road

pics for the next time i’m home