Who was the coolest jazz man: Miles Davis or Chet Baker?

In his heyday Miles was known as the “coolest man on the planet”. There's a new biopic film “Miles Ahead” that concentrates on his bad boy image at the expense of a wonderful music legacy. “Birth of the Cool” and “Miles Ahead” are on my profile here but he was a jiver, no doubt about it. I caught him at The Blackhawk in San Francisco during his period of playing with his back to the audience. His best work was orchestrated by a very ordinary white guy from Toronto named Gil Evans. He called this marshmallow eating Canadian “the coolest cat he ever met”. He also owed the triumph of “Kind of Blue” (the most successful jazz LP ever) to another non-descript (but brilliant) white pianist Bill Evans, my favorite jazz artist. His path crossed with trumpeter Chet Baker, who Miles never stopped putting down. Chet could play and sing beautifully. Miles couldn't sing a note. Chet died a mysterious death in Amsterdam falling from a window ledge at his hotel. I've made a pilgrimage to the spot which is honored by a plaque. There is a new biopic film about him called “Born to be blue”. He already has a famous documentary about him: “Let's get lost”. Miles is the icon and Chet is the doomed and forgotten romantic. As Stan Getz said, “You have to let your ears do the judging” but Chet played with the great Charlie Parker in LA. Bird sent a note back to Miles in NY, “Watch out, there's a little white cat put here that's going to eat you up”. Amen.