Tuesday Aug 10, 2004

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Ladies and gentelmen, the great Buddy Rich.

BR-You guys are gonna be back in New York on the bread line so fast you won't even know that you were on this fuckin' band. How dare you play a fuckin' set like that. Since when did the fuckin' trumpet players become the leader of this fuckin' band and decide how long they're gonna hold a chord? What the fuck do you think you're doin'? You think you're playin' with some kid up there? I expect one-hundred-and-ten percent fucking perfection every fuckin' tune, you got that? If you can't do it, get off my fuckin' band to-NIGHT! You had a day off yesterday and you come back like this and you suck! What the fuck kind of music do you think you're playing here anyhow? And who do you think you're playing for? You think I'll tolerate that shit? You're worse than any fuckin' high school band I ever heard. You come in wrong because you leave one fuckin' beat out, you can't find one!? I don't know what kind of drummers you think you're playin' with, but you'll play with me or you'll get out! And I mean NOW! I don't need this shit. I have a home in Palm Springs and I can go sit on my ass the rest of my life and not worry about a fuckin' thing...and don't have to meet your fuckin' payroll, and pay you for playin' like a fuckin' high school dropout! How dare you do that! ASSHOLES!! You can't play a simple fuckin' tune; you can't hold a chord; you can't play time when you play solos. What kind of solos am I hearing tonight? (as he turns to the Trombonist) You want to rehearse and practice, get a fuckin' band in Sydney and play the kind of shit you want. Over here you play TIME! You don't like what I play get the fuck out. I'm tired of putting up with you, I'm tired of signing for ya, I'm tired of you period! And I'm tired of you all you guys that can't go up and play a fuckin job for 45 fuckin minutes.
You got it too fuckin easy goddam it. I'll make it so fuckin tough, you won't be able to breath around here. How many fuckin bands you think you got to go to work in? If I decide to quite, you'd all suck. You got nothin. Try it. You think I'm foolin you can quite tonight. I'm up there knockin my fuckin brains and I gotta carry you and pay you at the same time? Fuck you!
When I go back in side, I better hear one hundred and ten percent perfection. Or I'll leave ya here. I'll take you as far as Detroit and you got it. Try me. Fuckers. Try me this next set and see if you get away with one piece of shit. You try it. I'll fire ya on the fuckin band stand. You don't only insult me but you insult yourselves. Don't you have any more pride? Where's your fuckin pride, where's your professionalism? Assholes. That's what...that's what you play like. Where's your own fuckin pride in yourself? Or don't you have any cause your so fuckin dumb that you don't have any pride? Get outta here, right now. I'll have nothin to do with you. You get up on that band stand and you play your ass off.

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energychannel:
I knew some slum lords from the local dive bar back in Cali and they did nothing and made good money owning a ton of crappy appartments in San Jose and surrounding areas.
It always amazes me how you can know a person(who does a job like that) outside of work and they are completely cool.
You'd think the heartless bastard thing would always be a part of them.
clara:
That could maybe be handy.

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