Now that was good! ;-)
Lon Price wrote:
A tenor sax player dies and finds himself in Hell. He meets Satan,
who tells him to report to the equipment room to pick out a horn. The
tenor player spends a few hundred years (he's got eternity, right?)
picking out the perfect Selmer Mark VI tenor, the perfect mouthpiece
and reed. Finally, he's ready for the first rehearsal. It's a big
band with the biggest legends in jazz in attendance--Miles is in the
trumpet section, Bird is on alto, etc. The charts are swingin', in
easy keys, and the band is cookin'! The tenor player leans over to
the guy sitting next to him and says, "I thought this was Hell. Sure
seems like Heaven to me so far." The guy says, "No, it's Hell,
alright. You don't get no solos!"
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