I was thumbing through
the Village Voice one
day, looking under drum
instruction, hoping that
I would find Billy Cobham,
of course, knowing that
I wouldn't... and what
turns up but this tiny
little ad that says that
Tony Williams is now ac-
cepting students for a
short time. My eyes fell
out of their sockets. I
called immediately.
I talked with someone
who's voice was a lot
higher than I expected,
taking down the inform-
ation about a Friday
lesson at 4:30pm. I
was SO excited! I was
going to take lessons
with the greatest drum-
mer in the world, I told
my mom, whom I borrowed
the money from.
I went to his apartment
on W141st Street. I now
forget the address but
I remember the corner
store very well.
The stoop was long and
went straight up, it
seemed. I took a deep
breath, having been wond-
ering what this moment
would be like.
I rang the bell and Alan
Pasqua answered. I did
not know who he was until
later on.
"I'm here for my lesson
with Tony Williams."
"Are you sure you have a
lesson with Tony today?"
"It's Friday at 4:30pm.
Yes. I have waiting for
this day all week."
"Well, OK... He went to
the store on the corner
for some cigars but he'll
be right back. Why don't
you wait right here for
him? As a matter of fact,
that's him walking up the
street right now."
He went back inside.
In the distance, I saw a
thin man walking up the
block, towards me. I sat
on the steps waiting.
When he came to the steps,
he looked up at me.
"You're NOT Peter, are
you, here for a drum
lesson, right?
"Yes, I am."
"That was for NEXT Friday,
not today!"
All I could was look down...
He stopped and introduced
himself. "Hi, I'm Tony
Williams.", reaching out
with his right hand.
Shaking, I greeted him.
"Peter, the first you have
to do is relax. RELAX."
I could never relax around
him and looking back, that
was about the nicest he
was to me...
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<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ November 05, 2003 11:52 PM: Message edited by: peter c ]</font>
