Only a few discordant notes left

So, columnist Froma Harrop wants to know what’ll happen to jazz music when all the aging jazz greats kick their respective buckets. I’ll tell you where its going: it’s going into sweet oblivion.

Jazz is a discordant cacophony, hateful to the ear. It’s piercing little horns drill right through the ear and the string bass sounds like an elephant’s trumpet. It’s practitioners have been a motley sort: drunkards, addicts, philanderers and shameless debauchers of young women.

Jazz has ruined more good Hi-Fi and stereo sets than even rock-a-billy (another disagreeable genera) or church music. That a grown man or woman will sit around and listen to jazz music, pretending to like it, is a sure sign they’ve adopted an affectation. You know: like the fellow who’d hold a glass of Mogen David up to the light so he can judge its clarity. It’s so very camp.

Yes, jazz music is indeed dying out. I just hope no one tries pull off a resuscitation.

Tom LaBelle

Snohomish