Allen Yelent on Miles

My memories of Miles have nothing to do with music, though I went to my fair share of Akron/Family shows when living in Brooklyn. As a barista at Gimme Coffee I would see Miles nearly every day. He was as fanatical about espresso and the wild flavors it could produce and how different it could taste day in and day out as I was. When I picture him I think about cold winter outside while inside the warmth of a overly heated New York building, but Miles kept his scarves and coat on and as he stood next to the grinders and sipped and chatted flavor and I crushed more large lattes for the never ending stream of people who where probably his fans. He didn’t do it in a pretentious way— he wasn’t trying to teach me anything or show off. He was genuine in his desire to share in this experience and the tastes smells and flavors I spent my day covered in. When I came back to LA we got tacos a handful of times and I realize now not nearly enough. He was a great, great, guy, and I can’t believe I was lucky to know him.