Has anyone read Miles Davis' autobiography?

Billie Jean

Billie Jean

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On being a student at Juilliard
I remember one day being in a music history class and a white woman was the teacher. She was up in front of the class saying that the reason black people played the blues was because they were poor and had to pick cotton. So they were sad and that's where the blues came from, their sadness. My hand went up in a flash and I stood up and said, "I'm from East St. Louis and my father is rich, he's a dentist, and I play the blues. My father didn't never pick no cotton and I didn't wake up this morning sad and start playing the blues. There's more to it than that." Well, the bytch turned green and didn't say nothing after that, Man, she was teaching that shyt from out of a book written by someone who didn't know what the fukk he was talking about. That's the kind of shyt that was happening at Juilliard and after a while I got tired of it.
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On Billy Eckstine
Billy Eckstine's band had come to St. Louis to play at a place called the Plantation Club, which was owned by some white gangsters. St. Louis was a big gangster town back then. When they told B that he had to go around to the back door like all the other black folks, he just ignored the motherfukkers and brought the whole band through the front door. Anyway, B didn't take no shyt off nobody. He would cuss and knock a motherfukker out at the drop of a hat. That's right. Forget about the playboy look and air he had about himself. B was tough. So was Benny Carter. They both would drop anybody they thought was disrespecting them in a minute.
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On Charlie Parker
I remember one time we was coming down to The Street to play from uptown and Bird had this white bytch in the back of the taxi with us. He done already shot up a lot of heroin and now the motherfukker's eating chicken - his favorite food-and drinking whiskey and telling the bytch to get down and suck his dikk. Now, I wasn't used to that kind of shyt back then - I was hardly even drinking, I think I had just started smoking - and I definitely wasn't into drugs yet because I was only nineteen years old and hadn't seen no shyt like that before. Anyway, Bird noticed that I was getting kind of uptight with the woman sucking all over his dikk and everything, and him sucking on her p*ssy. So he asked if something was wrong with me, and if his doing this was bothering me. When I told him that I felt uncomfortable with them doing what they was doing in front of me, with her licking and slapping her tongue like a dog all over his dikk and him making all that moaning noise in between taking bites of chicken, I told him, "Yeah, it's bothering me." So you know what that motherfukker said? He told me that if it was bothering me, then I should turn my head and not pay attention. 1 couldn't believe that shyt, that he actually said that to me. The cab was real small and we all three were in the backseat, so where was I supposed to turn my head? What I did was to stick my head outside the taxi window, but I could still hear them motherfukkers getting down and in between, Bird smacking his lips all over that fried chicken. Like I said, he was something, all right.
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