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There's a lost Miles Davis song that just got released into the wild today so I think it's about time we all just shut up and listen.

Forty-four years ago, Miles Davis recorded this at the Fillmore. The Wall Street Journal will tell you the rest. It is ambling and screeching and staccato and weird, like spring at night, if you spend your spring nights in haunted houses that have been shut down by the board of health.

Disregard the news. Put on a minute of this. Get a Hot Pink Handgun. Get punchy. ("It's nice to be nice when you can be nice," as we once wrote about it.) Put on a couple of these Oxfords. It's getting warmer. Vow to get one-quarter as cool as one second of this song. Maybe we'll get cool by the summer.

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