Two great Miles Davis stories. I am not sure these stories were for repeating, but nobody said not to tell anyone.

The first one I heard was from Carlos Santana (really, that's a long story in itself):

Miles and Carlos were playing together at a show and Carlos was meditating. As he describes it, his eyes are closed, and he is centering himself, and yet he can feel Miles' eyes boring into him.

Miles - Are you praying?

Carlos - Yes

Miles - I pray sometimesâ¦

Carlos - Really?

Miles - Yeah, when I want some cokeâ¦I pray that the motherfucker is home.

The other story is from legendary rock photographer Jim Marshall, who asked Miles once why he was playing a green trumpet. To which Miles answered "I don't ask you why you have a fucking black camera."