"Meeting" Buddy Rich
by Ted MacKenzie
(Ballston Lake, NY USA)
Buddy Rich Karate Chops A Box
It was 1968, I had just finished my drum lesson with Henry Adler. I would hang out at Henry's drum shop after the lesson.
Buddy Rich entered the store. The few people in the store fell silent as He swaggered in. He passed me and I asked, "Buddy, are you performing in the (NYC) city tonight?" He turned and got in my face. I was 19 and my idol was in my face!
We stood there for a while. If I was at all clever, I would of said, "OK, I'll just listen to the records!" He would have loved me, but I was in shock!
He turned away with the intent to give the student behind Henry Adler's door, a hard time. Buddy grabbed the door knob holding the door so Henry couldn't open to see Buddy. He brutally berated the kid telling him to use his "*@#^% wrists -I never use anything but my wrists, you little S%^#!"
Buddy let the door open and the kid looked desperately at Buddy Rich. "Oh Buddy", Henry said and walked out of his studio to embrace Buddy. Buddy scooted up on Henry's counter next to the cash register and continued to be irritable as he karate chopped a box with a foot pedal inside that he was purchasing.
I left the store in amazement.