I like to pound the drums from time to time (I still keep a set in my home office), so jazz drummer Buddy Rich was naturally someone whose musical chops I admired. But apparently he could be a bit of a pill toward his band. And waiters. Audiences. Bus drivers. The guy running the lights in the back of the auditorium. In fact it appears that Buddy was perpetually furious at virtually everyone that crossed his path, in any capacity. There is a famous, secretly recorded Buddy verbal tirade (almost assuredly google-able) that is legendary for its sheer venom. And I just came across the following post recounting one player's adventures during a Buddy tour...
http://forums.allaboutjazz.com/showpost.php?s=ca57c82339b30b7aaf491fbc064ef001&p=456495&postcount=13
But if you go into the comment thread itself, you'll find a somewhat heart-warming story of Buddy warming up when he meets a 7 year old drum prodigy.
http://forums.allaboutjazz.com/showpost.php?s=ca57c82339b30b7aaf491fbc064ef001&p=93194&postcount=4
Which just goes to show. People. They're a curious bunch.
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