Sunday, January 09, 2005
So I haven't done air at the radio station since last spring, and figured, why not, and sign up for two hours of the Count Basie orgy. Walk in the door, phone call.
"When is the Tex Beneke orgy?"
I go look in the program guide, don't see anything, tell him so...then realize its sort of a rhetorical question, as in, why the hell do you never do a Tex Beneke orgy?
I'm sorry sir, I'll suggest it to the jazz department, maybe in the spring?
"You'll NEVER do a Tex Beneke orgy. You guys will have every third-rate black musician that comes along, but no one else. You know why? You're RASCIST. RASCIST."
click. hangs up.
there are many ironies in there...but I'm tired and don't want to go into them...
"When is the Tex Beneke orgy?"
I go look in the program guide, don't see anything, tell him so...then realize its sort of a rhetorical question, as in, why the hell do you never do a Tex Beneke orgy?
I'm sorry sir, I'll suggest it to the jazz department, maybe in the spring?
"You'll NEVER do a Tex Beneke orgy. You guys will have every third-rate black musician that comes along, but no one else. You know why? You're RASCIST. RASCIST."
click. hangs up.
there are many ironies in there...but I'm tired and don't want to go into them...
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