Open up that gorgeous, metal-filled mouth of yours and....

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[via Scalzi's "Whatever" blog]

Comments

[smaugchow.livejournal.com]

Dude, thats fuckin' wierd.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

And completely awesome.

Yeah, I was a chorus geek in high school. What are you gonna do about it?

[smaugchow.livejournal.com]

I would not have guessed you as a chorus geek.

I was brought up in a very wide-ranging musical household, with emphasis on jazz & classical. My parents tried real hard to get me some culture. I bet they wish they had all that money back now! But vocal gymnastics were always lost on me. maybe I encountered jazz-scat when I was in that ugly teenage "I hate everything my parents show me" stage and never got over it. I just can't kill the giggles. And of course I was instantly reminded of Strong Bad:

http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail36.html

[etcet.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that skit came to mind as well here.

I was a scrawny kid with a big mouth, and got splitting headaches trying to play the trumpet - what else was I gonna do?

Jazz is one of those things that will actively drive me out of a room, cursing, because it's one of those things that I not only fail to appreciate, but fail to see the attraction of. I don't give a damn if people think Miles Davis was the archangel Gabriel incarnate, I can't listen to any of his work without wondering "What the fuck is this shit?"

[smaugchow.livejournal.com]

I feel similarly. I RESPECT jazz, but I very rarely enjoy it. There is one I can listen to endlessly - Favorite Things by John Coltrane. If you have not heard it, I recommend you seek it out. And Miles Davis was an odd duck anyway.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

As soon as the horn kicked in, I had to kill it.

Jazz sounds like someone stumbling over music instead of making it, to my ear.