Paul Motian recalls the time he played a burlesque club on New York’s 52nd Street in the mid-1950s.
“This stripper would come up to me and stick her tits in my face and say, ‘When I do this grind, you hit that tom-tom!’ she says. “One of them asked me to get her some weed, so I did. She let me hang out in their dressing room. They’re all naked and I’m hanging out with them! It was great! But I got fired after a couple weeks. The owner said, ‘You can’t play here. You don’t look like a burlesque drummer. You’re not bald.’ You had to be bald. I wasn’t bald.”
(in Downbeat Magazine - November, 2010)
“This stripper would come up to me and stick her tits in my face and say, ‘When I do this grind, you hit that tom-tom!’ she says. “One of them asked me to get her some weed, so I did. She let me hang out in their dressing room. They’re all naked and I’m hanging out with them! It was great! But I got fired after a couple weeks. The owner said, ‘You can’t play here. You don’t look like a burlesque drummer. You’re not bald.’ You had to be bald. I wasn’t bald.”
(in Downbeat Magazine - November, 2010)
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