It's really not THAT funny a story. One of those, 'you had to be there' things. I'll try to keep it short.
I studied with Ziggy for 7 years, and during that time was already doing a fair amount of commercial and TV work. It was great, because I could bring him my works-in-progress to critique. Most of the time his reviews were helpful and insightful. But, being the enormous kidder that he was, sometimes he liked to pull one over on me. And he always COULD, since his opinion mattered to much to me.
Also during this time, I was writing and performing regularly with a local jazz group, and we had just recorded our first album. I was VERY proud of the fact that we had recorded it live to two-track. No overdubs, no edits. I couldn't WAIT to play it for Ziggy.
We had hired a well-known percussionist to play on the recording with us, and on one of the latin-flavored tunes, he had done this really cool cuica part. Our engineer really liked it, so he had mixed it a little hotter than I would have. If you can imagine the sound of the cuica for a moment, HOO-hoo-hoo. HOO-hoo-hoo.
So Ziggy is listening to the tune, and about halfway through turns to me and very seriously says,
"All recorded live, huh?"
"Yep"
"No overdubs? Everybody playing live in the studio?"
"That's right"
"Really?" (Long pause.) "Live monkeys, too?"
I played along. "I lied, Ziggy. No live monkeys"
"Good. They shit all over everything. NEVER use live monkeys."
You know, it just occured to me...I haven't used cuica on anything since.
Fred Story