Back in the mid-80s, they used to hold various incarnations of the Kool Jazz Festival.
For the San Diego version, my friend Ellen got me a job driving the artists from their dressing areas (behind the dugout) to the stage in center field in a electric cart.
Most were nice (especially Patti LaBelle), but there was one jerk (his name rhymes with Joe Sample).
I approached Miles Davis before I gave him a ride to the stage. He signed it, but said nothing the whole time. Honestly, I would have been surprised if he had spoken!
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