Toscanini is conducting the New York Phil and there is a trumpet part that nobody can cut. They try and try but to no avail. Finally someone recommends a jazz trumpeter named Ernie that lives in town that would be able to execute the part.
Toscanini has a cow and states that he will NEVER hire ANY jazz musician as they are undependable, dress bad, have terrible attitudes, etc. etc. Finally, after numerous attempts he is forced to call the guy.
Ernie walks in, sits down, pulls his axe out of a brown paper bag and looks up at Toscanini, nods and says, "How ya doin my man?" He then proceeds to execute the part perfectly to everyone's amazement.
The next day is the dress rehearsal and the same thing
happens ... he shows up, pulls his horn out of a brown paper bag, looks up at Toscanini and says, "How ya doin my man?" 1st time through he nails the part again.
Finally, after the rehearsal Toscanini approaches Ernie and tells him he has to apologize for the negative attitude he has had towards jazz musicians. "I've always had terrible experiences with jazz musicians as they have been undependable and high or drunk, can't count on them, they dress bad, etc. etc. BUT you have changed my opinion on the subject by being on time and executing the part to perfection and I thank you for that."
To which Ernie replies, "Hey man, thanks. I figured it's the least I could do seeing as I can't make the gig tomorrow.”
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