There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance.
His father is stoic and dutiful, and there is a haggardness around his eyes that lends him the air of a tortured poet.
There are moments when the band sounds oddly like its acoustic predecessor, and there are some feints at free jazz, but the most curious episode, unlike any other live Miles I know, is a long spacey improvisation using wood flute, related less to the twiddly studio jams than to the ritual atmospherics of Chicago's creative-music vanguard.
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