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capnreverb wrote:sometime mid 90's.
i was living in rogers park in a shitty studio apartment.
i was at home drinking a bunch of beer.
i decided to go practice my bass clarinet.
the place where i could practice and not bug anybody was on the rocks by lake michigan in front of the graveyard between chicago and evanston (calvary cemetary?)
i smoked a fat ass joint on the way to go practice.
at the time i was really into ayler/'trane etc.
en route i walked by this club on Morse street (Morseland,The Tao?) i forget it's name.
from outside i could hear this giant whallup of free jazz noise.
i looked through the window and listened.
i am wasted and have no idea who they are.
i walk in very quickly and go up to the horn player open my horn case and ask if i can sit in.
the horn player says no.
so, i yell "fuck you my man" very loudly at him and walk out and proceed to my practice spot angry and baked and wailed the crap out of that bass clarinet.
turns out the horn player was ken vandermark and the band was the flying luttenbachers.
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