On Tue, Sep 1, 2009 at 6:56 PM, <SStevoxxx@aol.com> wrote:
Just a quick note, from a long-time jazz lover. The remark you made at the festival on Sunday, about how “No Charlie Parker Festival would be complete without some… heavy drug use!” -under the circumstances, was disgusting. If it was up to me, you would NEVER be invited back. It seems the point was lost on you that the purpose of the event was to HONOR the man and his music. Jerk.
On Tue, Sep 1, 2009 at 8:03 PM, <email@example.com> wrote:
On Tue, Sep 2, 2009 at 9:05AM, <SStevoxxx@aol.com> wrote:
A response as articulate and poetic as your “music”.
On Tue, Sep 2, 2009 at 1:03 PM, <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
there’s not much else to respond to a crazy crank with nothing better to do than rant vitriol that has no meaning. i was trying to avoid this but you asked for it.
first of all, charlie parker was the biggest drug addict on the scene. a fact not in dispute, even by him. he used to say, ‘i don’t think i play better when i’m fucked up, but it sounds better to me.’ he inspired countless imitators not only to play the saxophone but to use heroin. just like bird. so making a joke about it is not only not in poor taste, it’s funny. but you wouldn’t recognize humor would you. your soul is probably devoid of laughter. and for that i feel sorry. you don’t even know a joke when you hear one.
and as for a tribute to his music - your such a jazz lover maybe you noticed we were the only act to play a charlie parker tune all day! that was the joke you moron, no bird festival would be complete without…..playing some of his music. see that’s why it’s funny, because that’s what people expect me to say but i didn’t. i made the joke instead. and it got a huge laugh. so write all those people who laughed a fucking email. it seems as though you have enough time on your hands for it.
finally, you call someone a jerk, you better be ready for whatever follows. i’m posting your retarded musings on my website, blog and any other media outlet i can think of. maybe you didn’t like my joke, but now YOU are the joke. jerk.
and now a poem for you:
fuck off you soulless fucker.
get a fucking life.
fuck you fuck you fuck you, dick.
don’t tell me that’s not poetic. it’s a haiku.
and how’s this for articulate: may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits.