Good Job - He Was A Beautiful Player

I told you that story of how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker?
Joe Jonester's symbol accent.
Exactly.
Parkers a young kid, pretty good on the sax; gets up to play at a cutting seccion, and Jones nearly decapitates it for him.
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: To never to be laughed at again.
And a year later he gets back to the arena, and he steps up on that stage and he plays the best solo the world has ever heard.
So imagine if Jones had just said "Well thats okay Charlie, that was alright; good job."
And Charlie thinks to himself "I did do a pretty good job."
End of story.
No bird.
That to me is, an absolute tragedy.
But thats just what the world wants now.
People wonder why jazz is dying.
I'll tell you man, and every Starbucks "Jazz" album just proves my point really.
There are no two words in the english language more harmful, than "Good Job."