Who the hell do you think you are!? You’re any kind of artist!? Anybody know who you are!? Maybe evrybody else wants to enjoy the peace and quiet. This is one of the most important places in all of North America and who are you? Who are you!?! You miserable presumptuous no talent. The moment when Levi explains why the trumpet player should never play in public again. You’re no artist. An artist respects the silence, it serves as the foundation of creativity. You obviously don’t have the talent. You don’t have enough respect for yourself or other people, or know what it means to respect yourself! In music or any form of creativity! And I’m an NYU fil-school graduate. Sucker! And the School of Visual Arts. And the Academy of Art University in San Fransisco! You suck! You’re a no talent! If you really have talent, go practice. And then get yourself a gig, instead of ruining the end of the day for everybody down here! You’re a disgrace! You are everything that’s gone wrong in this world! You’re a self consumed, no-talent, mediocre piece of shit! And I’ve earned my right to say it! Okay? I had 200,000 people with Bill Graham, in 1975. I walked Bob Dylan up on stage. Who the fuck are you!? I knew the Grateful Dead from 1966. Who the fuck are you!? You’re nothing! You’re nothing! You are nothing! And you will never be anything! Never! How dare you! How dare you. You miserable, mediocre nothing! Shame on you! You crack a stupid little smile, you little pimp! Go learn to play. Go learn to play. You’re flat! You can’t even carry a fucking note! I don’t care about your little horn lip, it doesn’t mean you know how to play! You’re flat! I’m trained classically, I’m trained contemporaneously, and you suck!