"Miles Davis' Saturday concert at the Isthmus Jazz Festival was a perfect expression of his restless spirit," Dean Robbins writes in his review of the headline performance. "He paced up and down a ramp on the Civic Center stage. He fiddled with the knobs on his keyboard. Occasionally he hunched over, pointed his trumpet toward the floor and squeezed out a few mournful notes.... The music seemed to spring directly from his wanderlust. Watching him (and watching the rest of the band watch him), the audience was drawn into his private world, in which the passage of time is, to say the least, idiosyncratic. It was an unsettling sort of intimacy. It was also pure Miles...." Davis goes on to record and release four more studio albums and a couple of live performances before his death in 1991.