Parce que Woodstock a très mal vieilli, parce qu’il est très drôle de voir Miles foutre une branlée à une bande de rockers de chevelus, qui plus est sur leur propre terrain.
C’est le début du Miles électrique, fini le doo-wop, fini l’échafaud. Ascenseur vers la gloire.
Fin du concert, Miles raconte l’histoire (et le dénouement qu’il ne connaît pas encore) de sa future collaboration avec Hendrix, forcément avortée.
“In August 1970 I played the Isle of Wight concert in England . . . people came from all over the world to that concert: they said they had over 350,000 people. I had never seen that many people out in front of me before.”
“Jimi Hendrix was there, too. He and I were supposed to get together in London after the concert to talk about an album we had finally decided to do together. . . . Now the roads were so crowded coming back into London after that concert that we couldn’t get to the meeting on time, and so by the time we got into London, Jimi wasn’t there.”
À savourer en intégralité.
ETRE DIEU
J’ai les yeux rouges, et la peau noire.