Most of my encounters with jazz have been such odds and ends I've encountered in movies. A woman I was sort of seeing when I lived in San Francisco took me to a jazz sax quartet concert which was free jazz. A sat through the whole thing without ever once entertaining thoughts of suicide. Sometime later, I saw the same group busking on a street corner (I think it was early December), only this time they were playing one of Bach's Brandenburg concertos; that was quite marvelous.
But in the end I remain largely indifferent to it. I can appreciate it without ever really feeling "hooked" by it.
Also, "Jazz is not dead; it just smells funny" gave me a good chuckle.
"I sat through the whole thing without ever once entertaining thought of suicide." You just described my personal victory after sitting through Power of the Dog.
Once upon a time, Portland had a thriving jazz scene, and my ex-wife was really into it. We went to the Mt. Hood Festival of Jazz (long since gone) for several years, where I saw acts like Dave Brubeck and other big names. While I appreciated some of the music- and certainly the talent- it all sounds like elevator music to me. After living in Houston for 10+ years, I did develop an affinity for country music, but jazz never got its hooks into me.
Most of my encounters with jazz have been such odds and ends I've encountered in movies. A woman I was sort of seeing when I lived in San Francisco took me to a jazz sax quartet concert which was free jazz. A sat through the whole thing without ever once entertaining thoughts of suicide. Sometime later, I saw the same group busking on a street corner (I think it was early December), only this time they were playing one of Bach's Brandenburg concertos; that was quite marvelous.
But in the end I remain largely indifferent to it. I can appreciate it without ever really feeling "hooked" by it.
Also, "Jazz is not dead; it just smells funny" gave me a good chuckle.
"I sat through the whole thing without ever once entertaining thought of suicide." You just described my personal victory after sitting through Power of the Dog.
Welcome to Jazz, Stacey! Better late than never! I love it and learn about more brilliant musicians all the time.
Yeah, but you're cool. Some of of the rest of us will never be that cool. So, you have an automatic advantage.
Once upon a time, Portland had a thriving jazz scene, and my ex-wife was really into it. We went to the Mt. Hood Festival of Jazz (long since gone) for several years, where I saw acts like Dave Brubeck and other big names. While I appreciated some of the music- and certainly the talent- it all sounds like elevator music to me. After living in Houston for 10+ years, I did develop an affinity for country music, but jazz never got its hooks into me.