Miles Davis

Porgy and Bess

Evans, with an obsessive awareness of every void in the compositions (Zeus save the jazz-men), together with Davis fills the musical canvas in sweeping, broad strokes. Blame any failing of emotional resonance on Gershwin. The record was as fruitful in artistic growth in Davis' development (and thereby that of jazz as a whole) as it was an exercise in restraint and limitation. The best was yet to come.