so amidst all the

So, amidst all the hot and heavy memories, there were at least a couple that stood out because they were unpleasant.

But there was one that was freakin’ awesome. And really, really unusual. And didn’t involve psychedelic mushrooms.

We were in Salt Lake City at the time. I remember that because ‘the Mormons’ figured prominently in the conversation.

The day after the performance, Derek and I decided to strike out and go see the Great Salt Lake. After a day of band practice, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. We left the hotel around 7 o’clock in the evening and drove the Mercedes convertible he’d bought in Irvine.

The Mercedes had become the bane of Miles’s existence, because it was one more thing to be taken care of. Crew members had to be assigned to drive it behind the tour bus as we moved from city to city, and then park it somewhere safe overnight. You never heard the crew members complain – hey, they got to drive a ‘69 Mercedes – but Miles was always super-pissed.

“Thank you so