Miles Davis
Bitches Brew

Basically, it happens that in the summer of 1969 Mr. Miles gets fed up with the usual things.

He gets into Hi-Tech, exciting drugs, and new promises. So, he decides to scrap double basses and grand pianos. He continues to take opium as much as he can, but now it's no longer a reason to get high for him, but the only way to soothe the massive hits he was taking with mescaline, acid, and lysergic, and tons & tons of cocaine. But with the old glories, he couldn't do what he wanted, so he surrounds himself with young beginners. A merry band of punks like Dave Holland, Herbie Hancock, Keith Jarrett, Chick Corea, Jack De Johnette, Airto Moreira, and many others like Joe Zawinul and company... in short, all health nuts. But above all, people who then didn't go any further, no.
He couldn't go to a middle-aged pianist and tell him "Here, take some acid and play this Fender Rhodes," the guy would tell him off in no time and then go around saying Miles was a rascal. Precisely for this reason, he went to Keith Jarrett; he told him to take some acid and got the response "another one? damn, I already see in pixels, if I take more, I'll fly... ah Miles!", then he told him to play a Fender Rhodes, and he replied, "Damn, I've never played it, okay, let's do it" because in his drugged little head he thought "I'm not stupid enough to say no to Miles Davis, this will make my career". Indeed, then he didn't make a career, no (yes, Jarrett says "Damn!", I know, I know, he's rude).

And so, from the point to white... aulì-aulè-tulilem-blem-blum, Mr. Miles comes up with Bitches Brew, and radically changes the history of Jazz. So, nothing much... stuff for everyone. Completely revolutionizes the most complex musical genre around (no, not sanguine, that's Christiane F. and the Berlin Zoo, it's another story), since he had nothing to do. Jazz... what a drag. Jazz... stuff for old folks.

Jazz... stuff for health-nut wimps. Jazz... stuff for relaxed people. All abnormally nonsense told by people who have never heard the "free your mind and fly with drugs" side of Mr. Miles. Hordes of young people following the myth of "rebels" and "young damned," thinking that Miles Davis was a prudish couch potato.
Miles Davis was an egocentric madman brilliantly startled by the lightning insights that would pierce his brain as often as an ordinary mortal burps and/or farts and optionally poops. He understood before anyone else that technology wasn't an enemy but an ally. He discovered and launched people who are now in the Olympian realm of the gods. He discovered you can find a time within a counter-time. But above all, if you went out with him one evening, you'd return home five days later, and as soon as you entered the living room, you'd spend a couple of hours tidying up the furniture, just because you felt the need to have an orderly living room.

Until you have thoroughly heard this album several times, you will never ever understand what modern jazz is, and you don't know what you're missing. Rest assured that it's not as you expect, timid ones.