Yeah, YOU SUCK. How dare you ruin it for everybody else. GET OUT! NO! No, you go. I’m not going anywhere shithead, get the fuck outta my neighborhood. Get out! You’re no artist. You suck. You’re a mediocre piece of shit, you can’t even play. You suck, I’ve been playing 41 years. You suck. I’m a left handed guitarist, you suck! NO! No. NO! You go. Get the fuck out! GET THE FUCK OUT! GET OUT! FUCK YOU! Fucking asshole. Get out, where are you from? Where are you from? Go to a studio and rehearse! Maybe something you’ll learn. YOU SUCK! You’re a no talent piece of shit. You impose your lack of talent on everybody around you. GET OUT! How dare you come down here and do this. I’m here 14 years I’ve lived in this town my whole life. You’re a disgrace. You suck! How dare you, I’m, uh, 3 blocks down. 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? Maybe everybody else wants to enjoy the peace and quiet. 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 as 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. In music, or any other form of creativity. And I’m an NYU film school graduate, SUCKAH! And the School of Visual Arts! And the Academy of Art University of San Francisco. YOU SUCK! You’re a no talent. If you really had talent, go practice. And then get yourself a gig, instead of ruining the end of the day for everybody down here. You 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! OK?! I had 200,000 people at 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 NOTHING! YOU NOTHING! You are nothing. And you will never be anything. NEVER! How dare you! How dare you. You miserable, mediocre, nothing. Shame on you. Your cracked, 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, like horn lip. Cause it doesn’t mean that you know how to play. You’re FLAT. I’m trained classically, I’m trained contemporaneously, and you suck. NO! No. No.