I love hearing all the nice words about Buddy. I saw him in 1984 when I was 13 at Manchester West High school in NH. I had only been playing about a year and a half maybe two years and it was incredible. I was to shy to wander back there after the show so I never met him.I met Buddy Rich when I was 18 or so. His band played at Salem NH high school and I went with one of my best friends. We were both in marching band and drum corps together.
At the end of the concert, we went to the back of the school and Buddy's tour bus was there with a line. He was seated just inside the bus and he was doing autographs. I got up there and he said (in a voice I'm sure you can imagine)
"you play drums kid?"
me: "yes sir"
Buddy: "you damn well better be practicing your ass off"
me: "I am sir"
It was excellent.
Well, I figured... but I thought I'd give you the benefit of the doubt... And as I wrote, I knew this would be a sensitive subject - but as usual, you've jumped right past discussing the topic into simply dismissing anyone that disagrees with you... even in the slightest. Oh well...Maybe if I typed four paragraphs of nothing you would understand better.
I got to get on his bus after a show too (first in line for an autograph)! He was nice during those 15 seconds! This was 1980.Buddy Rich. He was super nice. Myself and another friend got to go on his bus with Buddy.
Wow, what a story! Too funny!Ginger Baker - He silently eyeballed me suspiciously when I asked to shake his hand after the last set as he sipped an oddly tiny cup of tea in his dressing room at Iridium NYC circa 1997 when he was appearing there with DJQ. Nonetheless, he slowly extended his hand the texture of which felt like a brick. Then I said it was a thrill to see him play since I had not seen him since Blind Faith at which point he abruptly interrupted me with a low growl saying "I never stopped". I then backpedaled, clumsily clarifying that "no", it was me that had not seen him and not that I was implying anything. More suspicious silent sideward eyeballing. Then I made the mistake of inquiring about the absent Ludwigs, oblivious that this was his first gig backed by DW which stepped in when Ludwig abandoned its long-time support of him. More suspicious silent eyeballing. Then I made the further mistake of asking if he tried other brands such as GMS at which point he launched into an angry and loud tirade about Ludwig who he collectively referred to as "wankers" which became so intense and vehement that I sensed he was about to get physical with me and not romantically. Fearing for my safety, I began to slowly move backward towards the door of the small fan-packed dressing room when suddenly Ginger's voice did a 180, turning into adulation as he repeatedly exclaimed "Here's the man! Here's the man!!" I turned to see Max Roach standing directly in back of me blocking the doorway that I was trying to escape through. Making fast work of the opportunity to get the hell out of there, I slipped past Max and out the door.
That was when I realized that Max was the intimidating man sitting alone during the sets at a table in back of me to whom I had earlier turned and noticed was staring/glaring at me stone-faced as I subtly kept time with my hands and feet during Ginger's sets.
Tony Williams circa '76 with Lifetime (Allan Holdsworth, Alan Pasqua and Tony Newton) at the Quiet Knight on a cold deserted night in Chicago is another story for another day.
He was mean to me when I asked him for lessons. He just growled you can’t play, and I made an about face and split. I was 16I also met Philly Jo Jones in Alkmaar in Holland in 1969 when he was doing a TV recording at a nightclub. He played amazingly but was very stoned and fell off the drum stool at one point, and was very friendly and talkative... he landed a kick on the oyster Premier drums and said "these are f...ing sh.. drums.." - so much for endorsements!