New found freedom

One of the first blogs I read on a regular basis was AngryBlackBitch. I love her style. I don't agree with every single viewpoint she holds, 'cause frankly that would be a little weird and ass kissy anyway, but I love the way she expresses herself. I love her honesty and how she is an advocate (and not just an advocate but active participant) for getting involved personally in changing things in your world that need changing. Don't just complain when you can get involved and affect real change in the lives of those in your community and in the world.

In today's entry she talks about how it's perfectly alright for others in the world to dislike or even not have any knowledge whatsoever of things we may personally like and in passing she mentioned that while she may think you're nuts, she won't hold it against you if you happen to not have any love for Miles Davis.

That brief mention of Miles Davis has given me the courage to admit something that I often try to hide in an effort to cover up some of my tragic un-hipness. I shall confess it now.

I really don't like jazz music.

To be perfectly clear, I don't dislike all jazz music. I love swing and big band music. I like some jazz vocalists. It's instrumental jazz that I don't like and if you want an example of what I really can't bear to hear, it's Miles Davis. I know he was considered a genius. I know he revolutionized jazz music. I just can't hear more than maybe thirty seconds of him before I begin to twitch.

My idea of punishment in Hell would be me being stuck in a rickety metal folding chair next to the kitchen while a never ending Miles Davis record plays.