All that jazz
Or: I don’t know much about music but... – a nonfiction story
“Jazz? You like jazz?”
I was talking to a friend of mine at college. He was 16, I was 16, and I couldn’t believe that anyone less old than a fossil would like that kind of music.
“But it’s just a mess, a cacophony, with no rhyme or rhythm. From what I’ve been subjected to, it’s based on the principle ‘Any note will do…
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