Funny because it’s true.
Jazz can often be confusing. Most of it is either self-indulgent noise or gooey, cheesy schmaltz. Unfortunately it is those extremes that make it to the ears of the masses (and by masses I mean the particle-sized percentage of earth-dwellers that have tried listening to jazz music).
The best jazz shouldn’t make you feel anything other than happy, inspired, and infused. But the crap outweighs the cream. By a ton.
I particularly enjoyed the bit about the end of the bass solo.
PS – While you’re here, have a listen to a track from my new album.