So blue. So good.

I don't know much about Miles Davis. What I do know is that the music from Kind of Blue is in a league of its own. A writing on the back of the re-issue of this album states "If this is your first encounter with Kind of Blue, be forewarned that it's likely to become an indispensable part of your life."

It's another escape, although this time not to the fantasy world of clouds and zero sound to which sacred choral music leads. The choral escape is one where my thoughts run wild, untangling slowly from the chaos of the day. On the contrary, the "Miles Davis Escape" is one where thoughts don't matter. A steady rhythm and soft entries and exits of the trumpet and sax provide just enough stimulation of the senses to satisfy. I picture myself waltzing down a street late at night hearing this jazz music in the distance and not having a care in the world.

I imagine Miles and the gang pressing record in a smoky Columbia Records studio in 1959, counting off silently--telepathically--to one another, taking a collective breath, and then just letting the music happen. What a time that must have been.