Having fronted Bands for many years I will be the first to admit it is a stressful job. I have given bollockings and lost my temper on numerous occasions. Not through spite but because you know what the Band is capable of and you are trying to get the best out of them. Doesn't make you many friends though.Trouble is, if you are going to get angry then you have to make sure you don’t cock up yourself or the Band would be on you as quick as a certain footballer player on top of a lady of ill repute.
However nothing can compare to Buddy Rich chastising his Band during an interval in the Gig and on the way home. He takes them on the Band bus and lays into them. Be warned the language is blue, but wow did he let go. (Click on title)
Although I played well Saturday, even hitting all the notes in the right order, in Under My Skin. Last night I fluffed a note in a solo. I must have played thousands of notes last night, but this is the only one I remember, weird isn't it?
My work mate bought me some paste that you can put on your tooth that deadens the pain. All I need is 16 more gallons of the stuff to get me through to the end of October and my nest appointment.
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