Sometimes
Right now life sucks the same way smooth jazz sucks, which is to say that it insidiously gets inside your head and suddenly you're tapping your toes even though you don't know why and then suddenly OH GOD IT'S A SYNTHESIZER AND A SAXOPHONE HARMONIZING WHY GOD WHY. Doompa doompa chaa tssssssssssssssssssssssssss and then it's back into the body which just makes me angrier and angrier.
JAZZ DOES NOT DESERVE THIS. Do not besmirch the names of Thelonius and Louie and Ella and Sarah and fucking Wynton by calling this steaming shit on a platter JAZZ you motherfuckers. You wouldn't know Coltrane's Alabama if you attended a fucking lecture on the fucking historical significance of popular culture in the Civil Rights Movement in America.
Jazz is the real thing, my friends-- jazz is cool, jazz is fierce, jazz takes tragedy and turns it into the human condition.
And life is the real thing. So I need to jazz it up, not whatever the hell I'm doing right now which is making me so goddamn stressed all the time.
In closing:
JAZZ DOES NOT DESERVE THIS. Do not besmirch the names of Thelonius and Louie and Ella and Sarah and fucking Wynton by calling this steaming shit on a platter JAZZ you motherfuckers. You wouldn't know Coltrane's Alabama if you attended a fucking lecture on the fucking historical significance of popular culture in the Civil Rights Movement in America.
Jazz is the real thing, my friends-- jazz is cool, jazz is fierce, jazz takes tragedy and turns it into the human condition.
And life is the real thing. So I need to jazz it up, not whatever the hell I'm doing right now which is making me so goddamn stressed all the time.
In closing:
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