What? Live - Evil by Miles Davis
Why this? Why today? Listen to that funk! There's a mean hedonism running through it, a dark satin cruelty, but also a jump, an energetic and postive heart-flutter. Listen to track four on disc one, "What I Say." Synesthesia (music -> colour): I see jump cuts, I see handheld camerawork. Our protagonist is a man on the go, he's got affairs to tend. He's got a song in his heart, and nice shoes.
Think of the era! Cars that stretched a city block. Think of Betty Davis, Miles's ex, shouting and proclaiming and spreading the militant funk. Think of "jazz" casting a lustful eye in the direction of Jimi Hendrix. Think of Sly Stone.
You want specifics? Had the house to myself last night, so I opted to give the stereo a workout.