Une histoire drôle, pour changer.
Elle nous vient de Marc Lelangue (clic), un homme qui aime rire.
C'est Raminagrobis qui me l'a fait suivre, je l'en remercie de tout cœur.
Et je la dédie à Jean-Pierre J. (critique et historien, distributeur de films, éditeur, traducteur et, bien entendu, batteur).
In the summer of 1969, a mail sorter at a New York post office received a letter addressed «To The Greatest Drummer in the World.» There was no address or return address and the sorter wasn’t sure what to do.
Fortunately, there was a former drummer who worked the front counter of the Post Office who promptly found Max Roach’s address and forwarded the letter.
Max Roach received the letter and said, «Oh no, I’m not the greatest drummer in the world.»
Max then promptly forwarded the letter to Gene Krupa, who said: «Somebody must've made a mistake.»
Gene then forwarded the letter on to Buddy Rich (known for his incredible ego and abuse of his band members for every little mistake they made).
Of course, Buddy had been waiting his entire life for that moment. He read the words «To The Greatest Drummer in the World» and smiled from ear-to-ear as he ripped open the envelope.
He began to read the letter, « Dear Ringo... »
Les protagonistes. Dans l'ordre: Max, Gene, Buddy.