The other night I was feeding Miles his bedtime bottle. I had music playing in the background. A particular song came on, something kinda jazzy, with a nice piano riff. Miles stopped swallowing and listened intently to the music. It was as if he recognized it from somewhere. Then he sat up and slumped forward, moving closer to the speaker. He was listening, concerned- as if he was remembering something. Eventually he leaned back on me and continued drinking his bottle.
At that moment I thought, "That's who you are! An old jazz musician!" He recognized the tune, maybe he was thinking about his past life and wondering why on Earth he decided to come back!
I have no way of proving it, but I think it's true. Miles loves music: listening to it and playing it. He plays the guitar, the drums and he really digs the piano. And there's just something about him; the way he watches others play, listens and then jams out-- that's so real man....Check it out for yourselves.
Is that why he was named after Miles Davis?
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