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Post by tallpoppygrower on Mar 5, 2006 8:11:30 GMT 10
Please post for our delectation the absolute best Jazz muso stories of all time!!!
Ta.
TPG
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Post by tallpoppygrower on Mar 5, 2006 8:16:36 GMT 10
For example,
A woman brings her son backstage to meet Miles Davis so that her 10 year old son can hopefully get a lesson from Miles. Miles is about to go on.
The woman somehow gets near Miles and explains that she would like her son to get a lesson from him....
Miles walks up to the kid and stomps on his foot very hard.
The kids starts crying hysterically.
The woman says "why the hell did you DO that"..
Miles said:
"that way he'll never forget me"!
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Post by vickijane on Mar 5, 2006 10:44:42 GMT 10
Not jazz but mildly amusing.
Covering a story on a reggae artist in London in the 80s I had an odd experience. Backstage after the gig, the star of the show, X, was still in his 'costume' relaxing with a large whisky. The 3000 seat venue had been packed. A young Jamaican woman knocked on the dressing room door and asked “Is it alright if I get Xs autograph for my daughter?” She came in, looked around the room, smiled and said: “So, which one is X?” The guitarist nodded in Xs direction. She then insisted on collecting everyone's autograph in the room, including mine.
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Post by tuggsey on Mar 5, 2006 11:10:17 GMT 10
A very sobering but quite amusing moment during a workshop in Holland with Pat Metheny in 1991.... he asked me to play a duet with him in this masterclass right out of the blue - in a big auditorium -about 1000 people were there -mainly guitarists of course!
He wanted to play How Insensitive - so I started tuning up - trying not to freak out but failing miserably - even tuning my guitar was proving difficult obviously - because he leaned over and said to me.
"We'll do this in d minor. Make sure that D string is in tune because we'll be using that one alot"
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Post by shaggaz on Mar 5, 2006 18:09:31 GMT 10
well it's not witty or anything but i would like to relive a story even though i wasn't present at this one. well back when vada was still playing at the old cape lounge circa 2002, we had recently come back from an east coast 'tour'. during that tour, wwf wrestling had been the chosen form of exercise. One night after our gig back in Melb, Choulai decided to give a demonstration of wrestling technique using Eamon McNelis as an example. This resulted in Eamon being thrown against the window of the building next to the cape which subsequently shattered into teeny bits  apart from Eamon hurting his back i thought that was pretty funny |
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Post by kimba on Mar 6, 2006 11:44:09 GMT 10
and Eamon now has a cool scar in the shape of a lady's poonani on his back....
bonus!
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Post by bxckxtrxdxr on Mar 7, 2006 15:16:01 GMT 10
I was doing some tech for the MIJF a long time ago and we had Sun Ra blaring through the FOH. Grabowsky was wandering through the auditorium (prepping for an AAO i think). He asked who was playing through the speakers.
I would have thought that anyone proffessing to be Art, Jazz and Big Band would recognise the Arkestra instantly.
Are my expectations too high?
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Post by timothystevens on Mar 7, 2006 17:42:36 GMT 10
This story was told many years ago by a senior VCA staff member, who related it as a true story but claimed not to be implicated. A band of traditional jazz musicians are to do an early set up for a function in a grand country house. As they are setting up, waiting staff are organising the bar on the other side of the large room. Once this is done the staff depart, inviting the musicians (bad move) to help themselves to a drink. With several hours to go before the start of the gig, quite a few drinks are consumed. Inevitably the musicians feel the need to piss, but don’t know where the toilet is. So they set out along darkened corridors. Slightly pissed by this stage, one stumbles into a dark room and calls over his shoulder, ‘it’s okay fellers, I’ve found a bath.’ He is joined by the rest of the band who stand in a row, in the dark, relieving themselves. Suddenly the light goes on and a waiter is at the door; the musicians look back down to discover they are pissing into a bathtub full of pavlovas and other desserts being kept on ice.
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Post by antboy on Mar 7, 2006 23:43:36 GMT 10
someone ( maybe it was Dave Brown ) once told me about when sonic terrorist Peter Brotzmann was in Australia in the 80's. He was doing a workshop at the VCA to mainly classical players and seemed to be pretty disgruntled with endless nerdy music questions...
so when someone asked him what he does for inspiration he replied in heavy ass german voice:
DRINKING WHISKEY and FUCKING MY GIRLFRIEND!
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Post by aj on Mar 7, 2006 23:50:59 GMT 10
He played like it, too !!
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Post by aj on Mar 7, 2006 23:54:56 GMT 10
Serge Ermoll had a story about when he was working as a P.I. years ago, the wife of a fellow musician hired him to tail her husband after his gig. (No names, but he was a pianist, and a large man ; still is both). She was worried why he was coming home late, she checked up on when the gig finished, kept note of when he was coming home, she was convinced he was having an affair.
So Serge tailed him after the gig.............down to the Cross, the dirty bastard..........yeah, to get a few hot dogs and a couple of hamburgers...............the wife forgot to mention, she'd put him on a strict diet.
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Post by cartman on Mar 8, 2006 5:23:13 GMT 10
I was doing some tech for the MIJF a long time ago and we had Sun Ra blaring through the FOH. Grabowsky was wandering through the auditorium (prepping for an AAO i think). He asked who was playing through the speakers. I would have thought that anyone proffessing to be Art, Jazz and Big Band would recognise the Arkestra instantly. Are my expectations too high? yes |
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