Davis Miles

Sleepover in style Pack your PJs and shake out your slippers: the adult sleepover is trending big-time. After all, why should teenagers be allowed to(...)

At the end of summer in 1992, my brother came home from working on the east coast of North America with a small suitcase of compact discs. At that poi(...)

When you’ve got a demonic child in Washington splattering dark stinking bile, croaking gibberish, spewing vulgar personal attacks, lying to sow confus(...)

A lawyer’s boardroom in midtown Manhattan is not exactly the sort of place you expect to find a jazz musician, but the man I am waiting to meet i(...)

When Sananda Maitreya references his previous life as Terence Trent D’Arby, he looks uncomfortable. He even says “he”, not “I”, as though he is talkin(...)

John Coltrane died 50 years ago this week. In the intervening decades, the saxophonist’s reputation has suffered not the tiniest decline. One could co(...)

On February 11th, 2012, as musical royalty descended on Los Angeles for the Grammys, Whitney Houston checked in to the Beverly Hilton hotel with an en(...)

The first record in your collection is not generally something you feel inclined to advertise. It was probably some long-forgotten adolescent pop, the(...)

The gloomy English poet Philip Larkin hated most things about the modern world – even Miles Davis – so the fact that he was even half-tolerant of Bob (...)

When it comes to far-out music, you can rely on Dave Leavers and Max Hallett. The pair, who mask up as Danalogue and Betamax, are two-thirds of jazz (...)