Decided to finally try the local public radio station while driving today. Jazz music: not surprised at all.
Instead of a melody that takes you somewhere, the lead instruments Neander about like niggers standing around on the streets.
The way the lead instrument takes every last possible second of the spotlight, as if the say: “Look at me, look at me!” Is like the lack of modesty in niggers.
What would normally be melodies are devolved into repetitive licks that sound fun for the person holding the instrument, but make for little more than background noise.
Much like the niggers standing around the hood, jazz music really is the background of music.
The way the music does not commit to any specific key is reminiscent of the negro outlook on law and order.
