Turn off the public radio...
And get this instrument of torture out of my face.
Because this is all I hear when I listen to jazz.
The thing is, jazz songs never GO anywhere.
And just when you think you've reached the end of a song, IT STARTS OVER.
And how can anyone truly take scatting seriously? Are you people for real?
Jazz Guys really freak me out, too.
They sometimes have hair like this, which is terrible for everyone involved.
And guess what they put on top of it? FEDORAS.
Not even Muppets can get away with jazzin' out.
But really, the worst part of despising jazz is when people say, "No, no, you just haven't heard the good stuff! Blah blah blah Miles Davis Charles Mingus blah blah blerg."
In closing, if this is your idea of a good time, then please don't invite me to your improv jam.
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