“Oh my God, that’s Jazz? But I’m loving it!”
What is it about the word jazz that makes so many people say they hate it?
Not just, not keen on it, or merely neutral. No, they say they really hate it.
What are they thinking about?
When I think about jazz, I’m not thinking about super-cool performers blowing out random notes and so consumed by their own world that even a satnav couldn’t get them back to planet earth.
I’m not thinking about some dimply-lit room where a tolerable background noise creates a convenient smokescreen for over-indulgence in alcohol.
I’m not thinking about how long it might take before something acceptable happens, like when does the last act finish.
No, I’m thinking about expression of free spirits.
I’m thinking about musical excellence where imaginations combine into something truly sensory.
I’m thinking about having a special shared experience with smiling friends.
What are you thinking about?