If Nick had driven into Manhattan one day, taking the right turns, he might have found himself in the eye of a creative storm. Jazz clubs would spring up around him, filled with artists, musicians, and poets. He would be in Harlem at the zenith of its renaissance.
By the mid-60s, jazz was floundering. The preceding decade saw bebop – the most radical post-war interpretation of the breed – birth several pioneering...
Miles Ahead successfully connects the deeply flawed private man with his public persona, the greatest jazz musician of the twentieth century, writes Altair Brandon-Salmon
