‘the women was wild, man! They was trying to rape me on the floor.'

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Eddie Billups came to me with this idea of coming out of a coffin before his act. So he put this casket behind the club and I had it all advertised, you know, 'Come and view the body of Eddie Billups' (laughs). Eddie put on this white make-up and got into the casket and we got some guys to bring the casket through the audience and lay it down up front while we played this Screamin' Jay Hawkins music. What we didn't know was this lady's momma had just died and she was in the audience. So when we opened the casket. Eddie threw out a cherry bomb 'Bam!' and this girl went crazy, screamin' and cryin.’ The owner drawed a shotgun on us, ran us out of there.

dancing on the terrace, the saxes right in your face, loud and swinging

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Rock doesn’t bug me, I never listen to it. What bugs me is what it’s done to the public, how Madison Avenue pushed it. They didn’t have to push jazz out, off the radio, off television. . . . They do it because kids will work cheaper than adults. Let’s face it, man, a kid will do anything to get on record. They record cheaper, then when their price goes up, the company guys find new ones. So they keep discovering new ones. As soon as they get a little famous they ask for more money. But you can’t tell me the public is so stupid that for seven years they’ll just listen to a bunch of words, all those words. See, I learned this a long time ago when a guy walked up with a nice cellophane package, ribbon around it, and he sold me a dog turd. I bought a dog turd watch. So that’s what they’re doing: if you wrap the package up and publicize it enough, you can sell a person shit. Madison Avenue knows that, so why sell them Charlie Mingus? I don’t even want to be sold now. But you can bet when it’s happening, from what I saw last night, it’s gonna be the blues, the black blues. That’s what says, “Boss man’s still got the company store and the package store, and everybody wants to buy a high, so let’s go fellas; [singing] goodbye baby, gonna get drunk tonight.” Yeah that’s all it is, man.

"Oh my Lord, where'd you learn to suck titty like that?"

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Mingus and Donna sitting ignored at a La Cienega drive-in till a girl in white boots and red uniform throws a tray against the car and refuses to serve a nigger with a white tramp. Not only the booted racist's smile of surprise and relief when Donna lies, explaining she isn't white, and the insulting reply: 'I'm sorry, sir- then may I have your orders?' Or the fact that Mingus says, 'Yes, dear, kiss my pretty black ass!' when he could have controlled himself, or that he didn't knock down the fellow who came running to protect the snob Donna was now beating with her shoe heel. Or that they drove away - ran away it was - with Donna in tears and Mingus harshly hoping the Communists would straighten out all this kind of schitt!