10 August 2012

"And all that Jazz..." --Ebb & Kander

 I got tickets to a jazz club in DC.  We went.  It was an okay time.  The combo was composed of pretty good musicians.  At times, they even seemed aware of each other.  I liked those moments best.  The "I meant to do that" factor is kind of important to me. 

So, maybe I'm not cut out for jazz.

See what I did there?  I hedged.  I didn't say "I don't like jazz." because we all know the answer to that is "You just don't get jazz."  As in, you're not musically sophisticated enough to understand and appreciate what you are listening to.

You can say you don't like country or rap or baroque.  But jazz?  Nope--you haven't evolved.

Questions du jour:  How did jazz get this exemption?  How do you feel about jazz?

08 August 2012

Back to Back Quickies!

We were driving down the road when we noticed the rather unusual tag on the vehicle in front of us:

[It's a blurry picture but hopefully you can see the tag reads CHRIST]

Hubs:  Look at that!

Me:  Oh my god!  ...so to speak... Well, not my god...

Hubs, laughing:  Do you think it's really him?

Me, laughing:  If it is, this is not the way I pictured it at all.

Hubs:  Huh.  I guess I am a follower of Christ.

05 August 2012

A Quickie

Me: *singing loudly and imperfectly*
He walks into the room and stares.
Me:  That's right, I'm singing.  You love my singing.
Me:  Yes, you do.
Him:  I didn't say anything.
Me:  I'm singing.  
Me:  Me and the caged bird.  We sing.
Him:  Yes, but we know why the caged bird sings!