Thursday, July 5, 2007

Keep it Jazzy, Net People

Today, a study came out about the fact that men talk just as much as women. I thought about blogging this a couple of times, but I can't think of why I should actually care. People talk. It is how we communicate. I'm glad that the stigma of men only doing and not talking is gone. So many men get into trouble by doing and not saying. I can only think it positive that it is now proven that men talk just as much as women. Aside from this story, everyone is on vacation, working it out in bikinis and other light clothing.

So, for the relaxed times, I'm going to chill it out for the smokers, the tokers, and the cool kids with some jazz, although jazz isn't really cool anymore because suburban wannabes made it not cool. These suburban wannabes are usually white people, but it is unfair to blame them exclusively.

A lot of white people came into Jazz with hella respect for the game and did it up real big, taking on other forms and cultures as well as putting soul into the form while flexing their musical skills. Good examples of this are Stan Getz, Charlie Byrd, and Diana Krall (I'm not huge on her music, but she can play the piano like a wizard. ) But, for each white person with a love of the form, there are three or four others who make jazz sanitary and safe. This is not what Jazz is. Jazz is the exploration of the soul, of emotions, of the spirit of youth and of life. Some people just don't have this spirit within, so they bastardize the form.

So, in the essence of true form and to show that white people can show respect for cultural forms and ADD to them, I give you John Coltrane and Stan Getz playing Rifftide. If you've listened to jazz, you probably know this song. Coltrane, powerful yet sloppy. Getz, smooth and technical. Oscar Peterson on the piano. Paul Chambers on the Bass. Jimmy Cobb on the skins. Good quality video of a fantastic line-up.

And if this isn't enough of you, laugh at this picture of Elizabeth Hurley's son Damien humping her side in a deliciously dapper schoolboy outfit. She clearly hates her son. But, I don't blame him. I'd hump her arm too.