What kind of playing do you think this is? What kind of miscues do you call this? What fuckin’ band do you think you’re playing on, MOTHERFUCKERS! You wanna fuck with me on the bandstand?!
The voice is concussively powerful, an imposing white-hot blast of verbiage to rival that of Ralph Kramden from The Honeymooners, drill sergeant Vince Carter of Gomer Pyle fame or any other celebrated loudmouths from the TV, film and sports worlds. And yet, the staccato attack, sheer intensity and hip musician lingo instantly reveal the identity of the man behind this particularly vituperative assault.
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