What's your limit?
“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’d be depriving the world of the next Louis Armstrong, the next Charlie Parker.”
“I told you that story about how Charlie Parker BECAME Charlie Parker right?”
“Joe Jones threw a cymball at his head.”
“Exactly. Parker's a young kid, pretty good on the sax. Gets up to play at a cutting session. And he fucks it up. And Jones nearly decapitates him for it. And he’s laughed off stage. Cries himself to sleep that night, but the next morning 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 step back on that stage and he plays the best mother fucking solo the world has ever heard. So imagine if Jones just said, “Eh well that’s okay Charlie. That was alright, good job.” and Charlie thinks to himself, “Well shit, I did do a pretty good job." End of story. 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, every Starbucks “jazz” album proves my point really. There are no two words in the english language more harmful than “good job”."
Whiplash | Directed by Damien Chazelle
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