I love Miles Davis because

"And meanwhile Miles Davis, like the sun; or the sun, like Miles Davis, blows on with his raw little horn; the prettiest trumpet tone since Hackett and McPartland and at the same time, to flesh some of its fine raw sound, some wild abstract new ideas developed around a growing theme that started off like a tree and became a structure of iron on which tremendous phrases can be strung and hung and long pauses goofed, kicked along, whaled, touched with hidden and active meanings; to come in, then, like a secret tenor and blow the superfinest, is mowd enow. I love Miles Davis because, send in your penny postcard ..."   

-Jack Kerouac, Visions Of Cody