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Out of Birth of the Cool me and Gil [Evans] got to be real great friends...

When I first met him, he used to come to listen to Bird when I was in the band. He'd come in with a whole bag of "horseradishes" - that's what we used to call radishes - that he'd be eating with salt. Here was this tall, thin, white guy from Canada who was hipper than hip. I mean, I didn't know any white people like him. I was used to black folks back in East St. Louis walking into places with a big full of barbecued pig snout sandwiches and taking them out and eating them right there, right in a movie or club or anywhere. But bringing "horseradishes" to nightclubs and eating them out of a bag with salt, and a white boy? Here was Gil on fast 52nd Street with all these super hip black musicians wearing peg legs and zoot suits, and here he was dressed in a cap. Man, he was something else.

Miles Davis, The Autobiography

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When that canary starts squawking and then keels over, the miners figure it's time to come up and think things over a bit. At this point in the twentieth century, we need more writers to be canaries.

Bruce Springsteen interviewed in Double Take