Am I racist? A little bit against white folks, I think. I really like this coffee shop. The baristas are pretty and sweet, and the drinks are well above average. But Holy Mary's sweet untouched tits, I am going to go insane from all the lily white self-styled jazz musicians tap dancing around the downbeat with all the soul of a corpse bled dry and washed up and washed out on the banks of the Elkhorn after a spring flood. I mean, it's as bad as Stevie Ray Vaughn playing variations of the riff from Red House over and over and styling himself a blues artist. What is it with white people trying to find soul in places in which it just isn't accessible for them? It's the same stink as Frank Sinatra (the Chairman of the Whitey) and Tony Bennett singing the same old shit that cost them nothing, NOTHING, to trot out. For chrissake, does anyone really think Jack Benny and his ilk could even play fluffer to Charlie Parker?
Don't get me wrong, white people have soul. Walt Whitman, Thomas McGrath, The Who, Michelle Shocked, Steve Earle, U2, me, the list goes on.... White people should just not play jazz or blues, unless, of course, they're sitting in with black folks.
Anyway, I have to endure another month+ of inane Christmas music pretending to be jazz. I will try very hard to avoid proselytizing to my fellow white people in this small-city cattleyard, but I may well end up on a street corner in full beard spreading the word of God, otherwise known as John Coltrane.
Much Peace, and a Love Supreme
tjb
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