Miles Dewey Davis III (May 26, 1926 – September 28, 1991)
We’d be walking on these dark country roads at night and all of a sudden this music would seem to come out of nowhere, out of them spooky-looking trees that everybody said ghosts lived in. […] Somebody would be playing a guitar the way B.B. King plays. And I remember a man and a woman singing and talking about getting down![…] That music was something, especially that woman singing. But I think that kind of stuff stayed with me, you know what I mean? That kindof sound in music, that blues, church, back-road funk kind of thing, that southern, midwestern, rural sound and rhythm. I think it started getting into my blood on them spook-filled Arkansas back-roads after dark when the owls came out hooting.