I went to see Van Hunt the other night in Nashville. I've been waiting a few years to see this cat live, so I jumped at the chance. I got there a few minutes before he went on, milled around and socialized, then the emcees for the evening got on stage to introduce him. They talked briefly about Mr. Hunt, then they talked about being quiet... I found this strange, but I let it slide. Van hits the stage alone, blonde jazz-box in hand and proceeds to lay down some heat. He passionately sings and embellishes the tunes with wild jazzy chords, chats candidly with the audience, asking us to sing along. We reluctantly joined him, because we wanted to just listen. We sang three part harmony (with a capital 'harm' on my part) on Down Here In Hell With You, Hot Stage Lights, Hopeless (the hit he wrote for Dionne Farris for the 'Love Jones' soundtrack) and Highlights, but by the fifth song he was so annoyed with the people at the bar being disrespectful and loud that he started adding "shut the fuck up" to the lyrics. He finished the song and sarcastically said "Thank you for your time" and rolled out. We stood there stunned, hoping he was kidding, but knowing he was not. My friend went to touch base with him, and he was furious and headed home to Atlanta. Today, I stumbled across a Miles Davis interview from Playboy in '62. This is what Miles had to say about the same situation. "I won't play nowhere I know has the kind of audiences that you waste your breath to play for. I'm talking about them expense-account ofays that use music as a background for getting high and trying to show off to the women they brought. They ain't come to hear good music. They don't even know how to enjoy themselves. They drink too much, they get loud, they got to be seen and heard. They'll jump up and dance jigs and sing. They ain't got no manners -- don't pay their women no respect." "I hate to play in a place full of those kind of squares so bad that if there wasn't nobody else to play to, I'd invest in some more property an