Miles Davis
I was raised (in the south) on classical and church music, and was fortunate enough to study piano for 3 years with the soloist for the St. Louis Philharmonic (Joanna Lange; two left-hand-only vids of her below) when I was 10-12.
I moved to Wisconsin at 13. The next summer (1965), I saw a documentary on the Chicago PBS station on blues music (of which I'd never heard). The first half hour was Mississippi John Hurt, sitting alone on stage, playing a resonator. [I had fallen in love with the delta blues, St. Louis style, when I'd sneak out at night and head down to Gaslight Square, grab a slice and a coke for $0.25, and sit on an outdoor bench, listening to the live bands.] The second half hour was a 17-year old Buddy Guy, playing his lightning-fast electric blues. Now I'm serious in love with the blues.
Fast-forward 4 months to Christmas-time, 1965. We were doing Xmas at a relative's home in Chicago. I was over 5'9" when I was 12, and never had much trouble passing for older. I really, REALLY, wanted to hear some live Chicago blues, so I snuck out of the house, took the train downtown and walked up to Old Town to look for a blues bar. Being winter, there were no open doors or windows (like I was used to in St. Louis). I saw one club that had a line of peeps, waiting to get in. Must be the best blues band, tonight, I figured, so I got in line. No problem getting in. I found a spot in a dark corner and waited for the blues.
Well, I got the blues...but not the kind of blues I expected. Not at all. Playing that night were:
Trumpet: Miles Davis
Tenor Sax: Wayne Shorter
Piano: Herbie Hancock
Bass: Ron Carter
Drums: Tony Williams
Oh, and the name of the club?
The Plugged Nickel
My life changed. I've never had a better musical orgasm than I had that night.
Edit: Here are the two videos.