DS: What were the most important meetings in your life?
MU: Three meetings with Miles Davis. The first one was in 1962, at the Black Hawk [a legendary jazz club] in San Francisco. He was my god, and I was unable to speak a single word in English. We were at the club every day, and I followed him every day. We were always accompanied by Willis Conover, who said: ‘Don’t try to talk to him. He doesn’t talk with anybody, especially with whites’. And I remember that when he came outside, he sat down on the curb near a telephone booth, and I was sitting on the other side. He was wearing an elegant, shiny suit. They played splendidly then.
The second meeting was better. It took place in 1971 during a festival in Switzerland, where I got the Grand Prix for Best Soloist. One day, I met him near Montreux Palace – the luxury hotel where he lived. The concert hall was right across the street. He left, gave the keys to the doorman, got inside a Maserati and drove to the other side of the street. I watched him like an idiot, but with passion and love. I had a little more strength after the concert, a feeling of success, so I walked up to him backstage and told him: ‘Miles, I love you.’ And he replied: ‘Yeah!’. This was the second meeting.
The third meeting. I was in California. I called the producer Tommy LiPuma and learned from his secretary that he was in New York, looking for me. It turned out that he was recording Miles Davis’s album and that Miles invited me to take part in the recording. I asked: ‘Wait, what did he say?’. And he replied: ‘Get me this Polish fuckin’ fiddler. He’s got a sound.’ It turned out he heard me on Johnny Carson’s Tonight Show where I played my electric violin. He liked my sound and wanted it on his album. The record was produced by Marcus Miller, who had been my bass player for the last seven years. So I packed my bags immediately and came back to New York.