Miles Davis: Bitches Brew (Columbia GP 26)

THIS MUSIC seems to inspire a reluctance to talk about it. To talk about it in any specific terms — all the reviews I've read so far illustrate how words fail the music. Even a veteran liner notes bullshitter like Ralph J. Gleason (I've no doubt that Gleason is sincere, here anyway, but almost all liner notes contain an element of bullshit, if only in the omission of even the most peripheral criticism) realizes the futility of describing any given moment of this music in his notes to the album.