Sketches of Spain

I load the pipe of tabacco, I get on my horse and I ride into town. This is Sketches of Spain. 

Full band shit, It's Gil Evans in his forties, he's been doing this a while and he's absolutley confident in it. Davis, he has another grasp, an edgier one, he makes the entire album smell like leather and cologne and it's wonderful. The orchestral pieces make it entirely cinematic, it pulls you in closer and closer, the pull of the dog strengthens you. It can be subtle and quiet, entangle you in a fog of spanish folk, then pull you in with the storytelling of Miles' trumpet and then you can say "Ah, I am in their world". 

You could cry to this album, it'll hold you then spit you out. This era of Miles, Gil, Coltrane, the guys, it was cinematic in itself. Completely romantic spirit of music and there's nothing wrong with that, I think you're supposed to romanticize yourself, the spirit, the music, with this type of writing. It's so enigmatic at times that you can't help yourslef at the genius. 

If you find yourself listening to some Sketches of Spain, make yourself a drink, take a walk, become else, 

become. 

Sketches of Spain - Miles Davis