>“One night he just got so upset, he started pulling out the piano’s strings. That takes an incredible amount of strength,” Eilers remembers in Gene Santoro’s biography of Mingus, Myself When I Am Real. “He didn’t bleed at all; too many calluses on his hands, probably. But he just didn’t want to leave. It was such a beautiful piano… but I didn’t hold it against him.”
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Jeff Mangum
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body of a miserable cunt that's for sure