"I'm sorry..." "Sorry" "No, Stay" "What's your name?" "Andrew Neyman." "What year are you?" "I'm... a first year" "You know who I am?" "Yes sir." "So you know I'm looking for players?" "Yes sir." "Then why did you stop playing?" "Did I ask you to start playing again?" "Ugh, I'm sorry..." "I asked you why did you stop playing and your version of an answer was to turn into a wind-up monkey" "I'm.." "I'm sorry" "Show me your rudiments." "Yes sir." "Double time swing" "No double time, double it" "Faster" "Woopsy-daisy, forgot my jacket." "No Swedish Fish?" "Not today." "Thanks." "You ok?" "Yeah" "Yeah, I don't know." "He saw me play today." "And?" "You got plenty of options still." "What does that mean?" "Other options?" "Just.." "You know." "It's just life." "You get to be my age, you get perspective." "I don't want perspective" "Sorry." "I don't want raising in it." "Why didn't you say that?" "I just eat around them." "I don't understand you." "My man Ryan, yo shit!" "How you feeling man?" "00:07:02, Things were hurting with Neyman on the kits." "Hey what's up bro." "Had a good weekend?" "Yeah real good." "Lot of fun." "Hey, don't worry about Greg." "He's a dick." "No big deal." "Good morning everybody." "Good morning everybody." "Morning." "Alright." "Let's do Billy's Ann, from the top, yes?" "One Two Three" "Alright let's do..." "Reese" "Yo Ryan" "Alright alright." "That's enough for that, just back to the core drummer please." "Core players, let's go." "Dude, what've you been practicing?" "May I?" "Cute." "Down the line, trumpets, bar 78." "Three Four" "Three Four" "Ok, alright." "the bar 24, the end of two." "Maybe not." "Let's pick up on 211, Three Four." "Same spot, three four." "Alright." "You're in the first chair, let's see if it's just because you are cute." "Three Four." "Yeah, that's why." "Drums, let's hear a little double-time swing." "Behind?" "Same thing." "Bass, five bars down the lead" "Alright." "Drums, with me." "Thank you Joe" "No no no, other drums." "Room B16, tomorrow morning 6am" "Don't be late." "Alright everybody, from the top." "One Two Three" "Hey How are you?" "Good, how are you?" "I'm good, thanks." "The usual?" "Ugh..." "Nah, Look I don't know how..." "I see you here a lot, and I think you are... really pretty." "Would you want go out with me... ever?" "Please go away." "Oh my god." "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." "I'm just messing with you." "I'm messing with you." "Oh my god." "I'm sorry." "That's actually pretty mean" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. what's your name?" "No big deal." "Oh I'm Andrew." "Andrew" "I'm Nicole" "Nice to meet you Nicole." "Nice to meet you too." "So you wanna take me out?" "I'd..." "love to take you out." "Where you wanna go?" "Pizza." "Pizza." "I like pizza." "Yeah I know a great pizza place." "Cool, well..." "I get off at 7 on Monday." "Okay?" "You wanna meet here.." "Oh ok, yeah, I will." "Great" "Ok." "Seven o'clock?" "Here -7pm" "Monday" "Alright, bye." "You are the new alternate?" "Yeah, I'm Andrew Neyman." "Tune the set to a B-flat and turn my pages during rehearsal" "Sure" "Excuse me, can you give me a B-flat?" "Thank you." "Sorry, can you... just one more time?" "It's a great kit." "Milk the cunt!" "We got a squeaker today people." "Neyman, 19 years old isn't he cute?" "Alright gang, "Whiplash"" "Page." "Page!" "Barker, that is not your boyfriend's dick, do not come early." "Bar 93" "Five Six and.." "Stop!" "Now this one really upsets me." "We have an out-of-tone player here." "Before I continue, would that player care to identify himself?" "No?" "Ok, maybe a bug flew in my ear." "Five Six and.." "No, my ears are fine, we definitely have an out-of-tone player." "Whoever it is, this is your last chance." "And there it went." "Now either you are deliberately playing out-of-tone and sabotaging my band" "Or you don't know you are out-of-tone which I'm afraid is even worse." "Five Six and.." "Bones" "Five Six and.." "He's here." "Tell me it's not you, Elmer Fudd." "It's ok." "Play." "Do you think you are out of tone?" "What're you..." "There's no fucking Mars bar down there, what are you looking at?" "Look up here, look at me." "Do you think, you are out of tone?" "Yes." "Then why the fuck didn't you say so?" "!" "I carried your fat ass for too long Metz" "I'm not gonna have you cost us a competition because your mind's on a fucking Happy Meal instead of on pitch." "Jackson congratulations, you are fourth chair." "Mets why are you still sitting there, get the fuck out!" "For the record, Mets wasn't out of tone" "You were, Ericson" "But he didn't know." "And that's bad enough." "Alright take 10, when we get back the squeaker is on." "Andrew" "Parents are musicians?" "No" "What do they do?" "My dad's a writer." "Oh what's he written" "I guess he's more of a teacher." "Really." "Oh." "College?" "Pennington High School." "What about your mother?" "What does she do?" "I don't know." "She left when I was a baby." "So no musicians in the family?" "Well you just gotta listen to the greats then." "Buddy Rich, Jo Jones" "You know Charlie Parker became Bird because Jo threw a cymbal at his head" "See what I'm saying?" "Listen, the key is to just... relax." "Don't worry about the numbers, don't worry about what the other guys are thinking." "You are here for a reason." "You believe that right?" "Yeah." "Say it." "I'm here for a reason." "Cool" "Alright man, have fun." "Alright gang, Whiplash" "A little under tempo ok?" "Neyman." "Just do your best." "There you go." "Five Six and..." "Let's hear some feels." "We got Buddy Rich here." "A little trouble there." "Pick it up on 17" "Five Six and" "Not quite my tempo." "Here we go." "Five Six and.." "Down beat on 18." "Here we go." "Five Six and..." "Bar 17 the end of four." "Five Six Seven..." "Not quite my tempo." "It's all good, no worries, here we go." "Five Six Seven" "You're rushing." "Here we go." "Ready?" "Ok." "Five Six and..." "Dragging." "Just here." "Wait for my cue." "Five Six Seven.." "Rushing." "Five Six and.." "Dragging." "Five Six and..." "Why do you suppose I just hurled a chair at your head, Neyman?" "I.." "I don't know." "Sure you do." "The tempo?" "Were you rushing or were you dragging?" "I..." "I don't know." "Start counting." "Five Six.." "In 4 damnit!" "Look at me!" "One two three four One two three four One two three four" "Now, was I rushing or was I dragging?" "I don't know." "Count again." "One two three four One two three four One two three four" "Rushing or dragging?" "Rushing." "So you do know the difference!" "If you deliberately sabotage my band, I'll fuck you like a pig." "Now are you a rusher, or are you a dragger" "Or are you gonna be on my fucking time?" "!" "I'll be on your time." "What does that say?" "Quarter note equals 215" "Count me a 215." "One two three four One two three four" "Jesus fucking Christ, I don't know they allow retards into Shaffer." "Am I to understand you cannot read tempo?" "Can you even fucking read music?" "What is that?" "Yes, what is that?" "A dotted sixteenth" "Sing me a measure 101" "What are you, in a fucking acapella group?" "Play the goddamn kit!" "Stop!" "Now answer my question." "Were you rushing, or were you dragging?" "Answer!" "Rushing." "Oh my dear god." "Are you one of those single tear people?" "Do I look like a double fucking rainbow to you?" "You must be upset." "Are you upset?" "No" "No." "So you just don't give a shit about any of this?" "I do give a shit..." "So are you upset, yes or fucking no?" "Yes" "You are upset." "Yeah" "Say it." "I'm upset." "Say it to the whole band can hear you." "I'm upset." "Louder." "I'm upset." "Louder!" "I'm upset!" "You are a worthless friendless faggot-lipped little piece of shit" "Whose mommy left daddy, when she figured out he wasn't Eugene O'neil" "And who's now weeping and slobbering all over my drum set like a fucking nine-year-old girl" "So for the final father fucking time..." "Say it louder!" "I'm upset!" "Carl." "Start practicing harder Neyman" "Whiplash, bar 125." "Big boy tempo" "Five six and..." "This place is nice." "Yeah" "I really liked the music that they play." "I mean the food is good too, but..." "The pizza is really good." "When I wake." "What?" "That's the name of the song." "Jacky Hill, July 17th, 1938" "Bob Ellis on the drums." "You know every time I saw you at the theater" "Your eyes were glued to the floor." "Really?" "My dad says that I have trouble making eye contact." "My parents like to criticize me too." "When I was growing up my mom said that I had a really big chin." "And that's why guys don't like me" "Really?" "Yeah." "You don't." "Well she said my dad curse me with one." "No it's not." "Yeah it is." "I don't..." "I don't think so at all." "Your chin is very... nice." "Very nice." "Your mom sounds insane." "Well she did want to be an actress when she was my age." "What about you?" "What about me?" "What do you do?" "I go to Fordham." "What do you study?" "I don't... have a major yet." "...like what do you want to study?" "I don't really know." "I don't know yet." "So Fordham was just like a random school?" "No I've applied a bunch of schools, Fordham let me in." "Why do you go to Shaffer?" "It's the best music school in the country." "Well Fordham is Fordham." "I don't love there to be honest." "No?" "No." "I don't know..." "I guess it's just people there don't like me very much." "I'm from Arizona, and I think they can... see it." "I kinda feel the same way about people in Shaffer." "Yeah I don't think they like me too much." "But I don't..." "I don't care too much." "I think it's just... it changes." "You know people change, things work out." "Yeah I know I know I know." "I just..." "I feel like homesick sometimes." "I don't know." "Kind pissed me off when people pretend like they are not." "In college, you know." "Maybe I'm literally the only one, I don't know." "I still go to the movies with my dad." "Hey how are you man." "Good." "Is this really Eva?" "Wow, last time I saw you you were very tiny." "Are you playing an instrument yet?" "She started piano last week." "Hey when you are a big college kid" "Will you come and play in my band?" "Do you like that?" "Would you be my piano player?" "Excellent, give me five" "Alright, great seeing you." "Great seeing you." "See you after the show." "Alright cheers." "Listen up cocksuckers!" "Hurry the fuck up." "Get your music." "Rhythm Section out first" "Tanner, the kit is a fucking tonal catastrohpy" "Get it in tone alright?" "Rhythm and soloists, bar 45 we gonna pick up the tempo there alright?" "Bar 106, brass, do not forget we sharp that knife." "Everybody remember, Lincoln Center and its ilk use these competitions to decide who they are interested in and who they are not" "And I am not gonna have my reputation in that department tarnished by a bunch of fucking limp-dick, sour-note, flattered on their girlfriend's flexible tempo dipshits." "Got it?" "One more thing." "Eugene give me that." "If I ever find another one of these lying around again" "I swear to fucking god I will stop being so polite." "Get fuck out of my sight before I demolish you." "Stage right, in order, now." "I can still fucking see you, Mini-Me!" "Let's go, hurry the fuck up." "Let's go." "Shaffer Conservatory, Studio Band." "Hold onto this for the second set." "I think he wants a career" "But as long as Fletcher is here, Fudd don't have a chance get back in.." "I need to look at the music." "Oh yeah it's right here." "Why isn't it on you?" "Where's the folder?" "You're joking right?" "I have no.." "No I literally" "No.." "I swear I just had it here two seconds ago" "It's gotta be around here." "How could you be so fucking stupid?" "I don't know, maybe a janitor came bay or something.." "A janitor?" "Yeah" "Find the fucking folder!" "A fucking janitor?" "!" "You are done!" "Fuck!" "I'm done!" "Fuck!" "Find the folder!" "I'm sorry." "Tanner!" "Jesus fucking Christ, where have you been?" "We have an issue.." "Ok, now is not the time." "I gave..." "Neyman the folder and Neyman lost it." "Neyman lost it?" "Yes." "The folder is your fucking responsibility, Tanner" "Why would you give it to Neymon, right?" "You gave a calculator to a fucking retard he's gonna try turn on the TV with it." "Now get your stick and get your ass on the stage" "I..." "I can't" "You.. can't?" "I can't go on stage, I don't know the charts.. by heart." "Are you fucking kidding me?" "I.. you know this." "I need the music, it's my memory, I need visual cues." "Visual cues?" "It's a medical condition.." "Medical condition?" "What are you, fucking Sunjay Gupta?" "Play the goddamn music!" "I can't" "I can." "You know Whiplash by heart?" "Yes sir, every measure." "Alright." "You better fucking hope your memory doesn't fail you" "And and you can play a whole lot better than you did last month at the rehearsal" "Because I do not intend start losing now." "Get your stick and get your fucking ass on the stage." "On stage!" "And first place" "Shaffer Conservatory" "Don't touch my folder man." "Do not touch this kit." "Alright let's get to work ladies." "Tanner what are you doing?" "It's core only today, I don't have time for alternates." "Cherokee, from the top." "Tanner are you a fucking statue?" "Let's go!" "Get off the stool." "Don't forget to turn Neyman's pages." "Here we go, one two three four two two three four" "So how's everything going with the Studio Band?" "Good." "I think he likes me more now." "And his opinion means a lot to you, doesn't it?" "Yeah" "overcooked." "can barely chew this" "He just left." "So how's drumming going Andy?" "Yeah it's going really well." "I'm the new core drummer..." "Did you hear yet?" "No, what happened?" "Travis just got MVP" "That's fantastic!" "Dustin is heading up Model UN, soon-to-be-Rhodes-Scholar and who knows what" "And Jim, teacher of the year" "I mean, come on, the talent of this table, that is stunning." "And Andy, with your drumming." "It's going ok, Andy?" "Yeah I mean it's going really, really well." "Actually I'm part of Shaffer's top Jazz orchestra" "Which means I'm.. it's the best in the country." "And.." "I'm a core member, so I just started playing competitions" "Actually I just found out I'm the youngest person in the entire band." "How do you know wins or not.. a music competition?" "Isn't it subjective?" "No." "Does the studio get you a job?" "No it's not an actual studio, it's just the name of the ensemble but yeah it's a big step for my career." "Well I'm so glad you figured it out, it's a nasty business I am sure." "Oh are you gonna tell them about your game this week?" "Lived up to your title" "I scored 93 yard touchdown" "School record, school record!" "It's division III." "It's Carleton football, it's not even division II, it's division III" "You got any friends Andy?" "No." "Why's that?" "I don't know, I just never really saw the use." "Well, who are you going to play with otherwise?" "Lennon and McCartney, they were school friends, am I right?" "Charlie Parker didn't know anybody 'til Joe Jones threw a cymbal at his head." "So that's your idea of success, huh?" "I think being the greatest musician of the 20th century is anybody's idea of success." "Dying broke and drunk and full of heroin at the age of 34 is not exactly my idea of success." "I'd rather die drunk, broke at 34 and have people at a dinner table talk about me than live to be rich and sober at 90 and nobody remembered who I was." "Ah, but your friends will remember you, that's the point." "None of us were friends with Charlie Parker." "That's the point." "Travis and Dustin?" "They have plenty of friends and plenty of purpose." "I'm sure they'll make great school board presidents someday." "Oh, that's what this is all about?" "You think you're better than us?" "You catch on quick." "Are you in Model UN?" "I got a reply for you, Andrew." "You think Carleton football's a joke?" "Come play with us." "Four words you will never hear from the NFL." "Who wants dessert?" "And from Lincoln Center?" "Alright guys, get out of here." "Pick up the new chart by the door on your way out." "Rehearsal 9PM sharp tonight, that's how long you have till then to learn it." "Neyman, just come over here." "See the tempo marking on there?" "Quarter note equals 330" "That is a double-time swing." "That's what got you in here right?" "Oh yeah." "I recently stumbled across another kid" "In the practice room working on his double time swing." "So I'm gonna give him another shot." "Am I late?" "Perfect timing." "Come on in Connelly" "You two know each other right?" "Yeah, yeah, Nassau band." "Hey, what's up Andrew." "Now Connelly I've made Neyman a temporary core." "But with this competition coming up I just wannna make very sure this chart's in the best shape it can be." "Yeah it's the one right here right?" "I gave Connelly the chart this morning." "All you need to do now is to just give both of you a crack at it, alright?" "So Neyman go ahead jump on the kit we'll take it from the top." "Ok." "I don't want you to worry about the hits right now, just tempo." "Ok?" "All set?" "Not quite my tempo." "Connelly?" "Ok, I'll take.. from the top." "I can do..." "No, we'll go with Connelly now." "Hey do you mind?" "Ok?" "Yeah" "Perfect Connelly" "See this to me is the beauty of Studio Band." "You walk in here an alternate, who knows you could be the new core." "Oh my god, are you serious?" "That shit?" "Fletcher." "Thanks man." "Don't worry about Fletcher, he's more bark than bite." "Hey look, I can play these charts." "Now's not the time." "I can play." "I said not now!" "If you want the fucking part, earn it." "I'm just gonna lay it out there." "This is why I don't think that we shouldn't be together." "And I thought about it a lot." "And this is what's gonna happen, ok?" "I'm gonna keep pursuing what I'm pursuing" "And because I'm doing that it's gonna take more and more of my time" "And I'm not gonna be able to spend so much time with you." "And when I do spend time with you, I'll be thinking about drumming." "I'll be thinking about Jazz and my charts and all that." "And because of that you're gonna start to resent me." "And you're gonna tell me to ease up drumming, spend more time with you because you're not feeling importrant" "And I'm not gonna be able to do that." "And I'll just start to resent you for even asking me to stop drumming." "And we'll just start to hate each other." "And it's gonna get very... it's gonna be ugly." "And so... for those reasons, I'd rather just break it off clean." "Cuz I wanna be great." "And you're not?" "I wanna be one of the greats." "And I'll stop you from doing that?" "Yeah." "You know I'll stop you from doing that." "You know that for a fact." "Yes." "And I barely see you anyway" "Yeah" "And when I did see you you treated me like shit because I'm just some girl who doesn't know what she wants" "And you have a path, and you're going to be great, and I'm gonna be forgotten" "And therefore, you won't be able to give me the time and day because you have bigger things to pursue." "That's exactly my point." "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "You're right, we should not be dating." "I'm ok, thanks." "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Fucking piece of shit!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck!" "Sorry we have a new player" "Ryan Connelly" "I'm sorry." "Can you just... put your instruments down, for a minute?" "Just listen for a minute." "Six years ago" "I came across a kid in the practice room working on his scales" "He was early second year and he started in Shaffer with a lot of hope" "Like all you guys." "but the truth was..." "He barely squeezed in to begin with and.." "He was really struggling." "The faculty were all telling him, maybe this isn't for you." "But they didn't see what I saw." "That scared, skinny kid, cursing himself because he couldn't get the scales right." "I saw a drive in him." "And I put him in Studio Band." "When he graduated made him the third trumpet in Lincoln Center." "A year later he was the first." "And that's what you're listening to now." "His name was Sean Casey." "I found out this morning that..." "Sean died yesterday." "in a car accident." "And I just... want you guys to know he was a beautiful player." "I just thought you should know." "I'm sorry." "Ok." "Let's get to work, how about..." "Caravan, bar 105" "One and two and" "It's not... not quite right Connelly" "I'd like to try Neyman on this." "Maybe now is the time for Neyman to earn the part" "One and two and" "No, I guess not." "Tanner" "One and two and" "Motherfucker!" "Connelly get your ass back on the kit" "We'll stay here for as long as it takes till one of faggots can play in time." "One and two and looks like it'll be all night." "Neyman." "One and two and" "Not my fucking tempo!" "Sorry guys, hate to put you through this" "If you need to fucking take a dump or get a coffee whatever now might be a good time because we're gonna stay here until I find a drummer who can fucking play in time" "I apologize to the musicians." "Seriously, take ten, twenty, a fucking hour" "You hear me cocksuckers?" "You better start shitting me perfect 400" "Connelly get your fucking ass back on the kit" "This is really the fastest you can play, you worthless himey fuck?" "No wonder mommy ran out on you." "Get off the fucking kit." "And here comes Mr. Gay pride of the Upper Western side himself" "Unfortunately this is not a Bette Midler Concert, we'll not be serving Cosmopolitan and Baked Alaska" "So just play faster than you give fucking hand jobs, will you please?" "One two one two" "Not even fucking close" "Let's go with the Irish mick fucking paddy-cracker now" "You... you actually do look quite a bit like a leprechaun" "I'll start calling you Flannery" "Get off!" "What the fuck you looking... there's not a pot of gold down there" "Oh adjusting the seat, really?" "!" "That's been your fucking problem the whole time?" "The seat height?" "So now you have it right?" "Go." "Bullshit!" "Fuck you!" "Neyman." "Maybe, it's time to finally bring this home, what do you say?" "Show me." "Don't slow down!" "Pick it up!" "Faster!" "Faster!" "Faster!" "Faster!" "Keep playing!" "Keep playing!" "Keep playing!" "Neyman" "You earned the part." "Alternates, you wanna clean the blood off my drum set?" "Ok, we can start now." "5pm call tomorrow, in Dunnellen" "Give yourself at least two hours to get there from the city this time alright?" "Save your travel receipts." "Or no, I don't give a shit." "Excuse me, do you know where the cabs are?" "You have to call the cabs." "I konw, they say the cabs suppose to be right here?" "No you gotta call them, it'll take forever." "Ok how do I get the Hardrove?" "Come on please, come on, you're still open!" "You're still open!" "Come on, come on!" "Yeah hello?" "Where the fuck are you man?" "Call time is 5" "I know, I know, I'm almost there." "I'm almost there man." "I'm right there." "We're on stage in 20" "I know we're on stage in 20" "Fletcher got Connelly warming up..." "God fucking damnit!" "You just tell that little fucking redhead I'm gonna be there ok?" "Fuck" "Hey, Sorry I'm late." "Glad you finished on your busy schedule, darling." "I know." "Look, I'm sorry, but I'm here man, ready to go." "Connelly's playing the part." "Like fucking hell he's playing my part." "What the fuck did you just say to me?" "It's my part." "It's my part, and I decide who to lend it to." "Usually to somebody that has fucking sticks." "I left in the car, I'll be right back" "Take me 5 minutes." "I'm warming up the band now." "Look I can use Ryan's sticks" "Neyman you lost the fucking part" "No I didn't, look you can't fucking do this to me!" "Can't?" "!" "Yeah!" "When did you become a fucking expert on what I can or cannot do?" "You fucking weepy-willow shit sack?" "I earned that part." "You never earned anything." "God you're a self-righteous prick" "The only reason you are a fucking core is because you misplaced folder." "The only reason you're in Studio Band to begin with is because I told you exactly what I'd be asking for in Nassau" "Am I wrong?" "Yeah" "I'm in Studio Band, cause I'm the.." "Why don't you just back off?" "!" "Hey you, fuck off Johnny Utah, turn my pages bitch!" "Hey, I can cut you any fucking time I want." "You wouldn't cut me by now." "Try me you fucking weasel!" "At 5.30, that's exactly 11 minutes, my band is on stage." "If your ass is not on that stool with your own fucking sticks in hand" "Or you make one fucking mistake" "One" "I'll drum your ass back to Nassau where you can turn pages untill you graduate or fucking drop off." "By the time you are done at Shaffer, you're gonna make daddy look like a fucking successful story" "Got it?" "Or, we can let Johnny Utah play the part." "You choose." "It's my part, I'll be on your stage." "Fuck... you got ten minutes you fucking pathetic pansy-ass fruit-fuck" "Hey tell Fletcher I'm coming." "What took you so long man, we're moving on stage right now." "I know I got locked in my car." "It's fine, I'm coming." ""Left turn, 200 feet"" "Are you driving man?" "No" "What the hell is that noise?" "Ok look why don't you just tell Fletcher, that I am coming you motherfucker!" "Are you ok?" "Are you ok?" "Yeah I gotta get my sticks." "No no no no, stay away from the car." "I'm calling 911, it's ok." "Just a couple more blocks." "Sir, you don't have to..." "Shaffer Conservatory, Studio Band." "Neyman, what the fuck?" "Neyman" "You're done." "Gentlemen and ladies, I apologize on behalf of Shaffer Conservatory." "I'm gonna fucking kill you!" "Get off me!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck you Fletcher Fuck you!" "You fuck... piece of shit!" "Fuck you!" "When did you start talking to her?" "Your father got contacted this week." "Does the name Sean Casey mean anything to you?" "Do you know about his death?" "Last month he hung himself in his apartment." "What's that have to do with me?" "Sean suffered from anxiety and depression." "His mother claimed this started during his time as Fletcher's student." "Now Caseys aren't wealthy, they don't wanna file suit" "So... what do they want?" "To make sure that Terrance Fletcher's never allowed to do this to another student" "He didn't do anything." "What's wrong with you?" "It's over ok?" "He's out of your life, why would you let him get away with what he did to you?" "Would you characterize his conduct as extreme Andrew?" "Did he ever intentionally inflict emotional distress?" "This will not be a public hearing, you know?" "Fletcher will never know it was you who spoke up." "Why would you do this to me?" "Do you think that I would let him put my son through hell" "And just walk away scot-free?" "Don't you know I would never let that happen?" "That there is nothing in the world more important to me than you?" "Don't you know that?" "Andrew?" "Andrew?" "Just tell me what to say." "Hi, and..." "I loaded your pantry with Gushers." "I saw that." "Thanks" "Andrew" "Hey" "Don't know if you heard..." "I'm not in Shaffer any more." "Yeah I did hear that." "Did you quit?" "Not exactly." "Some parents got a kid from Sean Casey's year I think to say somethings about me." "Although why anybody would have anything other than peaches and cream to say about me is a mystery." "That's a good laugh right?" "I'm sorry." "No I get it." "I know I've made enemies." "I'm conducting though" "They brought back JVC fest this year" "They got me opening in a couple of weeks with a pro band." "That's great." "It's alright." "Truth is, I don't think people... understood what it was I was doing at Shaffer." "I wasn't there to conduct." "Any fucking moron can wave his arms and keep people in tempo." "I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them" "I believe that is... an absolute necessity." "otherwise we're depriving the world the next Louie Armstrong the next Charlie Parker." "I told that story about how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker" "Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head." "Exactly." "Parker was a young kid." "Pretty good on the sax." "Gets up to play in the cutting session" "And he fucks it up." "And Jones nearly decapitates him for it." "and he's laughed off-stage crie himself to sleep that night, but the next moring, what does he do?" "he practices." "and he practices and he practices, with one goal in mind never to be laughed at again." "And a year later he goes back to the Reno." "And he steps up on that stage and he plays the best motherfucking solo the world has ever heard." "So imagine if Jones just said." ""Well that's ok Charlie"" ""That was alright, good job."" "and Charlie thinks to himself" ""Well, shit, I did a pretty good job."" "End of story." "No bird." "That to me is an absolute tragedy." "But that's just what the world wants now." "People wonder why Jazz is dying" "I tell you man" "Every Starbucks' Jazz album just proved my point, really." "There are no two words in English language more harmful than "good job"." "But is there a line?" "You know maybe... you go to far, you discourage next Charlie Parker from ever becoming Charlie Parker?" "No man, no." "Because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged." "Yeah." "The truth is, Andrew" "I never really had a Charlie Parker." "But I tried." "I actually fucking tried." "And that's more than most people ever do." "and I'll never apologize for how I tried." "Alright, see you later." "Hey Andrew" "Listen I have no idea how you gonna take this, but... the band I'm leading for JVC" "The drummer's not cutting it." "You understand what I'm saying?" "No." "I'm using the Studio Band playlist." "Caravan Whiplash" "I need somebody who really knows these charts." "What about Ryan Connelly?" "Ryan Connelly ever was to me is an incentive for you." "Tanner?" "Tanner switched to premed" "Guess he got discouraged." "Hey, take the weekend, think about it." "Hello?" "Hey Nicole, it's Andrew." "Hi" "Hey" "Been a while since..." "I talked to you" "Look..." "I'm really sorry about everything, that's not.. not but.." "I'm just really sorry." "But anyway I got..." "I actually have this show this weekend" "It's a..." "JVC thing, I don't know maybe if you wanna go it's in Carnegie Hall and.. we.. maybe get some like.. pizza afterwards like.. complain about our schools.. again." "What... is that JV?" "No it's JVC, it's like a.. it's Jazz... thing." "Ugh..." "I don't know if I can come." "I have to check with my boyfriend." "Ok" "Yeah" "I'll check, but I don't know that... he's into Jazz, so..." "Yeah I mean, not for everybody." "Ok, well I guess maybe I'll see you guys there." "Ok." "Ok, bye." "Alright gangs, listen up." "Now for those of you who are new with this which looks like might be everybody except Karl" "Tonight can change your life." "The folks out there make a phone call" "You can be a blue note signee" "An EMC client" "A Lincoln Center core" "On the other hand, if you drop the ball you might be looking for a new line of work because the other thing about these cats is they never forget." "We all set?" "Alright, let's have fun." "You think I'm fucking stupid?" "What?" "I know it was you." "Thank you ladies and gentlemen" "We're very excited to be here kicking off the JVC festival this year" "I'm Terrance Fletcher, and these are some of the best musicans in New York which means some of the best musicians in the world." "And we're gonna do some old standard for you but first we're gonna start out with a new tone By Tim Simonec called Upswinging" "What the fuck are you doing?" "!" "Come on!" "Yeah I guess maybe you don't have it." "Come on, let's go home." "What are you doing?" "I'll cue you in!" "Caravan." "Three Four!" ""FUCK YOU!"" "I'll gouge out your motherfucking eye." "Andrew what're you doing man?" "I'll cue you!"