Image Credit: Legendary and innovative jazz trumpeter, Miles Davis

Miles Davis is one of the greatest music legends of our time. A real one-in-a-million talent. And I absolutely can’t stand listening to one single damn song he ever recorded.

It didn’t start out that way, I promise. It just ended up that way, thanks to a high-school boyfriend named… well, let’s call him Evan.

Evan was a jazz musician—a trumpet player. We made each other laugh, and he looked uncannily like a young Mick Jagger. In other words, it was a pretty excellent thing we had going.

Evan loved Miles Davis. Idolized him, even. And because Evan loved Miles Davis, I did my best to love Miles Davis too. On summer car trips, time and time again we put on Miles Smiles, and I did my best to stay awake listened intently as Evan waxed poetic about the wit and whimsy of “Orbits.”

His enthusiasm was infectious, though—and when I gave Evan a rare vinyl copy of Miles’ 1960 album Sketches of Spain as a birthday present, the look he gave me as he held it in his hands probably still ranks among the top five looks I’ve ever received from anyone.

One afternoon, however, Evan abruptly announced that we were parting ways. He sheepishly admitted that he had taken up with a petite, saucy redhead with big dark eyes like some kind of cartoon baby mammal’s, and she was now his main priority. I was stunned. For days, I wallowed in my heartbroken teenage misery; I couldn’t even eat.

Fast forward a few years, and I’m back to normal eating habits and a healthy emotional equilibrium. Evan and I have lost touch in the time between, and we’ve left our ugly breakup behind in the dusty vault of adolescent romantic blunders past.

But even now, I still can’t listen to a single Miles Davis record without wanting to dropkick a small fuzzy animal.

Miles’ music doesn’t sound like wit and whimsy to me anymore; instead, it sounds like the evil, girlish laughter of a tiny, homewrecking Jessica Rabbit. Which is why I can’t listen to Miles Davis anymore. I can’t, and I won’t.

It’s a modern tragedy we’ve all experienced: great music ruined by a relationship gone sour. Tell us your tales, Music Mix readers: What other songs have been casualties of your not-so-happy endings? And when good music is tainted by lovesick sorrows, is it ruined forever—or can its original charm be restored?

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