Apologies to John Bollenberg, who claims that he in fact authored the Devil Doll article to begin with. I tried to be as non-accusatory as possible, but I suppose I still came off as suspicious (which, to be honest, I was). My apologies.
I’ve finally put my finger on what really bothers me about the jazz class I’m taking this semester: all we talk about are individual pieces that the professor feels are salient. We never put anything in its appropriate social or cultural context, creating the odd illusion that all this music exists in and evolved from a vaccuum. The only thing preventing this feeling from being total is the fact that our textbook (which is purely optional reading given the way the tests are structured) is Ted Gioia’s wonderful History of Jazz. In any case, another thing bothered me today, since today was all about smooth jazz. Suffice it to say that I’d rather listen to Britney Spears, the Backstreet Boys, or any number of vapid pop groups than the crap we listened to today: the piece I recall most vividly, thanks to my gut-churning reaction, is The Crusaders‘ “Street Life”. Good God, man! The horror!