13. Miles DavisKind Of Blue
It was my introduction to jazz. Rather than “let’s have a nervous breakdown with Coltrane or Mingus”, it’s a nice ease into that world. When you have a day off or an afternoon and you’re sitting at home and you go, “I might read. No, I might actually prune the fucking cacti. I’m not listening to TV. I don’t want to know the news and I don’t want to hear lyrics,” you put this on, and it’s the biggest comforter. It’s like you put a quilt around yourself. It has this depth. And yes, it is easy listening in a weird way.
It’s the real go-to for me when I want to clear the brain. It’s so warm, and it’s almost like chords don’t matter. Movement matters, you know, air matters, melody matters, and it just feels spontaneous. It doesn’t feel forced. You don’t feel it’s directed at you; it’s just what it is – a masterpiece of beauty. You know when your feet are fucking killing you, and you take off your shoes and you put them in the basin of water? That’s what it feels like when you listen to Kind Of Blue. You just go, “Oooh, that’s fucking great!”
