Villager Murray Lerner spent 25 years assembling a documentary on Davis (Miles Electric. A Different Kind of Blue) with footage from his 1970 Isle of Wight concert. The documentary includes seven electrified, electrifying minutes, that the filmmaker didnt quite know what to do with.
Twenty-five years in the making
Village resident with new documentary on Miles Davis
By Jerry Tallmer
It was that music was, the first time composer/arranger Paul Buckmaster heard it so intense I thought I was going to climb the walls and the ceiling. Some kind of future music.
It was that music was, if you could call it music, and Stanley Crouch didnt think so like jumping out of a plane without a parachute. It jarred the hell out of author/columnist/critic Crouch, a black man who tolerates nonsense from nobody, black or white.
I tried to like it because it was him, Crouch says, him being Miles Davis, and the music being when Miles and his trumpet and all the other instruments of his quintet went electric in the late 1960s an era of turbulence, of trauma, here in the States and everywhere else.
Some people were harsher than Stanley Crouch. The most brilliant sellout in the history of jazz, said one disdainful authority. Miles Davis? A man who pimped women and drugs.
But to Carlos Santana, the world-class guitarist who worshiped Miles, that future music was spiritual orgasm, and its instigator a revolutionist a serious brutal artist who would not comply with the plastic system . . . and unlike Sammy Davis, Jr., unlike Michael Jackson, would not tap dance for anybody.
The first big-time impact of that music, those sounds, a Bitches Brew before 600,000 people at the 1970 Isle of Wight Festival, was, for Santana, like shocking you out of a heart attack your whole vitals resonate.
The Davis quintets seven minutes at that Isle of Wight Festival form the core of a blistering new 87-minute documentary, Miles Electric: A Different Kind of Blue, by the director who was there with six cameras and a crew to shoot the entire five-day festival centered around star Jimi Hendrix, a powerful influence on Miles and came away with three-and-a-half hours of incidental footage, and seven electrified, electrifying minutes, that the filmmaker didnt quite know what to do with.
His name is Murray Lerner, and his home base has been Greenwich Village since 1961, some few years before Miles Davis went electric. The movie that Lerner at long last put together, those seven electric minutes at its core in vivid color and with astonishing cinematic dexterity had its world premier a few weeks ago at Lincoln Center in the 42nd New York Film Festival. Coming out Nov. 16 from Eagle Rock Media is a 72-minute DVD replication of Miles Electric.
None of Lerners Miles-at-the-Isle-of-Wight footage has been seen anywhere externally until now. Its never been around, Lerner says. Not even bootlegged. Took me a long time to put it together 25 years. Now theres buzz that TV may be interested.
What he has done is to interweave the Miles-at-the-Isle footage and sound with latter-day reflections by talking heads Santana, Crouch, Chick Corea, Herbie Hancock, James Mtune, Dave Liebman, Keith Jarrett, Dave Holland, Joni Mitchell, Tiny Tim (who opened for Miles at that concert) et al.
Its hard to get an interview with these guys, theyre always so busy. I wanted Santana in particular. Santana loved Miles, and did an essay to a reissue of Bitches Brew that said some of the things I had in mind. I finally got Santana, and then Keith Jarrett, and Joni Mitchell, and Tiny Tim, and so on.
Bassist Dave Holland: Every time Miles put his horn to his lips it was a great adventure.
Pianist Keith Jarrett: He was doing something a trumpet wasnt meant to do. And making all the other musicians on the other squeaking, squawking, wailing, screaming, shaking, rattling instruments follow that outlawry. The scraping of fingernails on a blackboard.
Miles would play a few bars on the trumpet and then theyd know what it [the theme, the direction, the gestalt] was.
Percussionist/composer James Mtume speaks of how the need for electricity sufficient to power the tormented instruments was so high, the concert techies had to turn the lights off. Total darkness. Nobody in the audience believed it was Miles. It wasnt a music that bespoke the Miles Davis they knew, or thought they knew.
Saxophonist/flutist Dave Liebman speaks of the Jack Johnson connection, pointing out how in speed, reaction time, movement, nuance, etc., the Davis trumpet technique was closely related to boxing. And indeed, Miles not only identified with that great black screw-em-all 1900s world heavyweight champion but brought forth a five-part Tribute to Jack Johnson CD to italicize it.
Interestingly, so has a trumpet player of the present era, Lincoln Centers Wynton Marsalis, creator of the score for Unforgivable Blackness, the fine new Ken Burns two-part documentary on Jack Johnson that also premiered at the recent New York Film Festival. More interesting yet is the fact that Wynton Marsalis is one of those jazz purists (and Stanley Crouch acolyte) who, in the words of Murray Lerner, did not get along with Miles Davis.
Sprinkled here and there in Miles Electric are quick, informative shots of Miles himself, bitches brewing. Finger in ear, listening, blocking out extrania, unpeeling the music; then all ten fingers jitterbugging on the stops of his instrument like frantic ants; then the artist sticking his tongue out at the camera; then Miles alone, isolate, spent, in a red shirt, the gig complete, gathering his gear and walking off the fighter wearily, warily, leaving the ring when the combat is over.
Filmmaker Lerner is not altogether new to electrified instruments. His Festival, a documentary shot during a Newport Folk Festival, takes a good look at Bob Dylan on the electric guitar years ago.
No, Murray Lerner never met Miles Davis (who died in 1991) face to face. But Ive learned enough [including from some of the Davis women] to know he was not a cold, aloof person. He would say: Listen, and then play. And he would say: Play what you dont know.
Or as Keith Jarrett put it: To be totally ignorant of the next thing is terribly exciting. For the perpetrators. And even for the victims that are us.
Miles Electric: A Different Kind of Blue
DVD Comes Out Nov. 16