Tag Archives: jazz
Putting on a Coltrane record doesn’t make you a jazz aficionado any more than reading aloud from a Kierkegaard book makes you philosophically minded.
You hate all jazz. But you’re too big of a philistine to admit it.
Its beat is syncopated, yet smooth.
Artful spontaneity is preceded by concerted effort.
Keith Jarrett groans over, thrusts into, and pounds on the piano. I bet he’s really boring in bed.
He does the thankless work of preservation and transmission. I just wish he sounded less like a museum.
Please spend more time covering tunes that people know—not writing those tunes with titles for Ph.D. dissertations.
How much formal practice did it take to sound like you weren’t formally practicing?
It is painful to listen to an imitator turn a one of kind musician into one of another kind.
He is like that hipster who studied a lot at music school.