Venice on a hill, azulejos-bejewelled, a bobb-
ing sea of red and orange roofs; smok-
y fado, a ‘44 port, half a poor lob-
ster with its special hammer: these superficially evoke
My spring in Lisbon. Far deeper the impact of a night
Concert in the improbably huge, perishably wood-
en Coliseu. Ringed by the firefly specks of light
From burning cigarettes, I waited. Could
He really be there, the “Prince of Darkness” – Miles –
Who rushed the astonished world through bebop, cool
Jazz, third stream and fusion styles,
Breaking and remaking each jaded musical rule?
Yes: stern and limping, a latter-day Beeth-
oven, uniquely original, supremely great.
ing sea of red and orange roofs; smok-
y fado, a ‘44 port, half a poor lob-
ster with its special hammer: these superficially evoke
My spring in Lisbon. Far deeper the impact of a night
Concert in the improbably huge, perishably wood-
en Coliseu. Ringed by the firefly specks of light
From burning cigarettes, I waited. Could
He really be there, the “Prince of Darkness” – Miles –
Who rushed the astonished world through bebop, cool
Jazz, third stream and fusion styles,
Breaking and remaking each jaded musical rule?
Yes: stern and limping, a latter-day Beeth-
oven, uniquely original, supremely great.
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