I told that story about how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker,right?
Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head.
Exactly.
Parker was a young kid, pretty good on the sax.
Gets up to play in the cutting session.

And Jones nearly decapitates him for it,and he's laughed off-stage.

Cried 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 steps up on the stage and he play the best solo the world has never heard.

So imagine if Jones just said,"well,that's ok Charlie, that was alright, good job".

And Charlie thinks to himself "well, I did a pretty good job".

End of story. No bird.

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, man.
Every Starbucks' Jazz album just proved my point, really.
There are no two words in English language more harmful than "good job"!