I don't know if I've told this story on this thread before, I don't like to repeat, so let me know if I have.
I was in a funereal limousine on the way to the cemetery, in Miles hometown, and there had been a long silence until somebody mentioned "Miles Davis". That was when a lively conversation about his music ensued.
Out of the clear blue, the grieved widow piped in, "I remember Miles, he was that little dark skinned kid who was always trying to blow the trumpet".
After that, total silence all the way to the cemetery.
Enjoy the music.