You ever hear a song that just pierces right through you, giving you that eerie feeling where the little hairs on your forearms stand straight up? Man, this song did just that to me this morning. This is the kind of sound that I long for in jazz. Listen to Miles hold those long note, creating a very spooky and chilling tone that only the trumpet can do so perfectly. Listening to this threw me back to the bone chilling tunes of the 1930's. You know, the kind of tunes you'd hear on an old Hollywood movie soundtrack or an old, creepy hotel. Despite the spook factor (which I think makes the song so unique and irresistible), Miles' Generique is just plain and simple beautiful music. Enjoy!
My name is Marty. Well, actually, my name is Michelle but I gave myself the nickname "Marty" when I was three because I was in love with Marty McFly. I'm a crazed college student, trying to find her way in this world. I really believe that I was born in the wrong era. I have an old, old soul that comes alive with jazz. Jazz music has accidentally become a passion of mine, and what a great accident that turned out to be. Music with a great melody, tune, and meaning are what my ears thrive to. Jazz music has enriched my ears, heart, and soul, and I share it with you through this blog only hoping that all who read it can enjoy jazz just as I do.