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| Screen Shot from AppleMusic |
I was a little confused when I realized that the jazz trumpet sound I liked was Miles Davis's sound.
That's because he's such a big name and famous, and rather than being a genius, he was a person who continued to break new ground in jazz and allowed no one else to follow him.
It's funny, but since I was born while Miles Davis was still alive, I simply thought of him as a tough, cool-looking guy who looked like the epitome of jazz.
So even when I saw Miles Davis' album covers, for decades I only thought about whether the songs on the album would suit my taste.
The other day, I happened to see a photo of Miles Davis on Apple Music and was shocked to realize,
"Miles Davis was handsome? "
I guess I had this standard in my mind that jazz and other giants in other fields weren't handsome.
(Just kidding) (Just kidding.)
Why is he so good-looking? He's like a diamond. I was truly amazed.
Keith was cool too.
Does talent reside in beauty?
I think so, but if Miles and Keith were sitting on the terrace of a bar, surrounded by about five people, chatting happily, I wouldn't be able to approach them.
Because they have the same sense of what is beautiful,
beautiful people tend to be with other beautiful people,
and I think they applied this rule of beauty to their friendship.
The fact that Miles Davis, who I imagine was a giant who surely lived a strong and expansive life, and Keith Jarrett were good friends, and the fact that neither of them seemed so intimidating, made me feel a sense of familiarity with them.
That concludes The Rules of Beauty for Best Friendships.
I just remembered something.
Back in middle school, I heard at a record shop (back then, the market only had analog records) that “Miles hated having his picture taken.”
With looks like that, even just living your life must have been overwhelming—love would come rushing at you so much it'd be unbearable.




