Sunday, January 22, 2012
Bad jazz isn't difficult to find. It's often perpetrated by technically proficient musicians. I took in a loathsome gig a week or two ago. The band's song selection was impeccable. Almost every note was perfectly played. And I was bored to tears. I felt as if I was watching an academic instructional video. The musicians' intentions were good but the result was laughably bland. I'd rather listen to a tone-deaf teen sing along to Taylor Swift than hear antiseptic jazz. At least the fan of the pop star would invest some emotion into her effort.
("Sorta Kinda" image by Plastic Sax.)