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so yesterday on a bus to wallingford i met this guy named tyrone. he had a red hand truck with a really nice bongo drum bungee'ed to it, and he insisted on showing me a string of beads he carries that are made of walrus tusks. he also spoke to me and to his friend in spanish (his friend answered back in spanish--sadly i could not.) after he got off the bus, his friend told me that tyrone's uncle is miles davis. (yeah, sure...) i said to the guy, "are you shitting me?" he said no... i said, "*the* miles davis?" he said "yes, *the* miles davis, the jazz legend." i didn't quite believe him. this guy and tyrone both seemed like maybe they live in a halfway house...hard to put my finger on why i thought so. neither one of them seemed homeless--they both looked clean and well-fed. but they both seemed a little off somehow, socially.
tyrone's friend got off the bus where i did, and tagged along next to me as i walked to the movie theater, talking to me. he said he's a jazz musician, and a student at north seattle CC, and invited me to a concert there in december, told me about a jazz festival that's going on all this week featuring local jazz stars. i told him i'd think about attending both events. we parted ways at the theater, i met my friend, and we went in and watched "good night and good luck," the new-ish film about edward r. murrow. (it was good--but that's not relevant.) end of story, right? not quite...
so afterward, my friend and i went to kabul on 45th for some afghani food (yum!). we were finishing up our meal, when in walks tyrone--sans hand truck and bongo drum--asking the hostess where their musician was. she looked a bit alarmed, but told him he could leave a note. they talked for a few minutes, and i got tyrone's attention. he came over to the table, and i reminded him who i was, that we had met on the bus. he talked to us for a bit, introducing himself to my friend and making sure he had my name right. then i asked him, "tyrone, your friend on the bus told me you have a famous uncle. can you tell me who it is again?" he got a very serious look on his face and he said, "miles davis. he's my mother's brother." and then he immediately moved on to a different topic, like that bit of trivia just wasn't all that interesting to him. and i'm thinking "is this true??" he didn't seem like someone who was making something up. he talked to us for awhile, and he was hilarious--articulate and engaging, very sweet. he no longer seemed all that "off" to me. he dispensed some spiritual and moral advice, and listed off a long list of instruments he can play, including the piano and a number of different kinds of drum (while still on the bus, he alluded to having piano students, so maybe he gives lessons, and just doesn't have much money?). and then he did that "disappearing dollar" trick--asked me to lay a dollar on the table (i knew what was coming), told me he would make it disappear, and then pretended he was going to leave with it. we all laughed, and he tried to give it back to me, but i made him keep it. then he left. we left maybe a minute behind him and...he was gone, nowhere to be seen. disappeared.
and i'm *still* wondering: did i meet miles-fucking-davis' nephew? and more interestingly, what about tyrone himself, what's his story? i'm going to look into it...and i'll let you all know what i find out. i don't care whether he's really miles davis' nephew or not, it's *him* i'm curious about. and i'm wondering how, why, through what forces of cosmic weirdness, this guy's trail intersected with mine--not once but twice, in the space of 2-3 hours. ??? it makes me feel like i'm supposed to *do* something...
tyrone's friend got off the bus where i did, and tagged along next to me as i walked to the movie theater, talking to me. he said he's a jazz musician, and a student at north seattle CC, and invited me to a concert there in december, told me about a jazz festival that's going on all this week featuring local jazz stars. i told him i'd think about attending both events. we parted ways at the theater, i met my friend, and we went in and watched "good night and good luck," the new-ish film about edward r. murrow. (it was good--but that's not relevant.) end of story, right? not quite...
so afterward, my friend and i went to kabul on 45th for some afghani food (yum!). we were finishing up our meal, when in walks tyrone--sans hand truck and bongo drum--asking the hostess where their musician was. she looked a bit alarmed, but told him he could leave a note. they talked for a few minutes, and i got tyrone's attention. he came over to the table, and i reminded him who i was, that we had met on the bus. he talked to us for a bit, introducing himself to my friend and making sure he had my name right. then i asked him, "tyrone, your friend on the bus told me you have a famous uncle. can you tell me who it is again?" he got a very serious look on his face and he said, "miles davis. he's my mother's brother." and then he immediately moved on to a different topic, like that bit of trivia just wasn't all that interesting to him. and i'm thinking "is this true??" he didn't seem like someone who was making something up. he talked to us for awhile, and he was hilarious--articulate and engaging, very sweet. he no longer seemed all that "off" to me. he dispensed some spiritual and moral advice, and listed off a long list of instruments he can play, including the piano and a number of different kinds of drum (while still on the bus, he alluded to having piano students, so maybe he gives lessons, and just doesn't have much money?). and then he did that "disappearing dollar" trick--asked me to lay a dollar on the table (i knew what was coming), told me he would make it disappear, and then pretended he was going to leave with it. we all laughed, and he tried to give it back to me, but i made him keep it. then he left. we left maybe a minute behind him and...he was gone, nowhere to be seen. disappeared.
and i'm *still* wondering: did i meet miles-fucking-davis' nephew? and more interestingly, what about tyrone himself, what's his story? i'm going to look into it...and i'll let you all know what i find out. i don't care whether he's really miles davis' nephew or not, it's *him* i'm curious about. and i'm wondering how, why, through what forces of cosmic weirdness, this guy's trail intersected with mine--not once but twice, in the space of 2-3 hours. ??? it makes me feel like i'm supposed to *do* something...
