Tonight we played my chart on TMTGA, Frank's masterpiece, and it was a big disappointment. First, the trumpets didn't put on their mutes, and then argued with me that I didn't specify which mute to use. Duh, you've got to be told to use a Harmon mute in modern jazz?
Then, the alto player played my transcription 'accurately' as far as my transcription of Frank's brilliant solo and playing of the melody went, but he chose to give it this cornball 'white' interpretation of it that made we want to puke. At least he got through it, the alto player in the other band had a decent interpretation of it, but didn't even make it halfway through it. It all just goes to show what a genius Frank is, and that he can't be replaced. When he's gone, he's gone...