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Jazz, schmazz.

All right, I admit it: I'm just using this entry as an excuse to admire my new icon. Aren't they precious? Don't you think Sean and 'Lijah should consider the Goth look? (Also it amuses me because it looks strangely like an album cover by the Cure, circa 1982. "Angssty Hobbitses," the follow-up EP to "17 Seconds"...) (Sean's not quite as chubby as Robert Smith, though.)

So. 'Chicago' was the big winner at the S.A.G. awards last night. I keep thinking I should see it, because I liked 'Moulin Rouge' and it looks sort of similar, but I can't get excited about it. Deep down I know it's different. 'Moulin Rouge' was a big grandiose mix of music styles, all of them over-the-top romantic; the whole thing was bursting at the seams with...well...freedom, beauty, truth, and love, as they claimed. Despite my cynical exterior I have an alarmingly soft spot for plush, gorgeous romanticism. Meanwhile, 'Chicago' looks sort of hard and snobbish and sophisticated. And, more to the point, I don't like jazz. I mean, I REALLY don't like it. That would surely spoil my enjoyment of 'Chicago' just a tad.

In fact, I'd like to take this space to quote a monologue Bruce McCullough once performed on "Kids in the Hall." In Bruce's usual easygoing way, he said it best:

People say, "What do you hate about poor old Jazz?"

I say, "The sound. The sound that Jazz instruments make when they're being manipulated by Jazz players to the delight of Jazz respondents. I think of it as musical barf."

They say, "I don't think you've given Jazz a chance."

Well, I maintain, I haven't given suicide a chance, but... Well, I did give suicide a chance, but that was only because I was threatened with Jazz. You know. Jazz music.

One thing I hate is being woken up in the middle of the night, when I'm dreaming about, say, promiscuity with dignity, by a rap-tap-tappin' on my window by those guys with goatee things on their faces, saying, "Hey. Can we come in? Beano's clarinet's gettin' wet." And then they go into this sorta Gene Krupa trance. Jazz, schmazz. I'm sorry; I've got to go that far. Jazz, schmazz.


True, I haven't actually seen 'Chicago.' My little sister spent twenty minutes telling me the whole plot, though. I figure that's enough. Give me back my pretty soft-hearted boys in white shirts, and keep your jazz.

Comments

bluekarma42
Mar. 10th, 2003 07:50 pm (UTC)
Hey!

I've been reading your journal since I first stumbled across one of your LOTR parodies (which are, by the way, absolutley brilliant).

Even though we have conflicting opinons about certian issues (Jazz, for example)I love reading your journal. ;) You're a damn good writer, to start, and you seem to have a wide variety of intrests and opinons. It's nice to see such a well rounded person posting on LJ.

Just a random little note. Keep up the writing! I definitely call myself a devoted fan.

~Kat
mollyringle
Mar. 11th, 2003 01:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you - it's good to hear the encouragement. :)

And I don't really think jazz is *all* bad. I make exceptions for nicely-performed torch songs.