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Who the hell do you think you are? Who the hell do you think you are? You any kind of artist? Anybody know who you are? This is one of the most important places in all of North America. Who are you? Who are you! You miserable presumptuous no-talent. You're no artist. An artist respects the silence that serves the foundation of creativity. You obviously don't have the talent. You don't have enough respect for yourself or other people or what it is to express yourself. And music really is a form of creativity. And I'm an NYU film school graduate, sucka, in the School of Visual Arts, and The Academy of Art University in San Francisco. You suck, you're a no-talent. If you really had talent, go practice and to get yourself a gig instead of ruining the end of the day for everybody down here. You're a disgrace. You're everything that has 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, ok? In 1975, I walked Bob Dylan up on stage. I knew the Grateful Dead since 1966. Who the fuck are you? You nothing! You nothing. You are nothing. You will never be anything, never. How dare you. How dare you. You miserable, mediocre nothing. Shame on you. I'm trained classically, I'm trained contemporaneously, and you suck
