tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044932396823312944.post3412286967422563076..comments2024-01-15T05:46:16.855+09:00Comments on <br><center>Billie Pritchett's Web Presence</center>: Miles Davis, Sketches of Spain (1960)Billie Pritchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09975931918383394113noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044932396823312944.post-30842984955814963792022-06-03T14:12:52.879+09:002022-06-03T14:12:52.879+09:00I can't speak to your point about Shakespeare ...I can't speak to your point about Shakespeare or Hemingway, but regarding the soundtrack thing... I get what you mean, but I think that's because of Sketches' influence on film, not the other way around. I'm speaking on the basis of nothing but an intuition. Pure conjecture, of course. I know very little.Billie Pritchetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09975931918383394113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044932396823312944.post-64497318662306088052022-06-03T10:24:57.978+09:002022-06-03T10:24:57.978+09:00Agree to disagree. Sketches of Spain sounds like a...Agree to disagree. Sketches of Spain sounds like a movie soundtrack. Kind of Blue sounds like an emotion that doesn’t even have a name, or at least not a name in the English language. Beyond Shakespeare’s anguish… well past Hemingway’s melancholy…Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com