A while back I was playing a regular Thursday late night gig with a quirky psychadelic jazz band. All was going sweetly until the venue owner decided to become our musical director, told us to change what we played or ship out. He who pays the piper and all that, we were all on our way to what we knew would be the last gig, not feeling too excited about going, when we all received the following text message. It came from a friend who has forgotten more about music than I'll ever know. I quote it exactly, I still have it on my phone.
HavagreatgigDudes,FucktheChumpassedBeanCountingCockSuckingBarstaffingSheepCountingMonkeyUnManagingFoolswhoDaretoJudge+CriticizeYourBravelyTrueAndAwesomeART. Hitlerdidthatshittoo, KillNazisAndFuckthePolice ILoveyou Loverick, WishiWasThere In the studio till 2am, havefun X
We played a great final gig.
Vale Rick Will
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