Jazz is the New Black

      I have a new found love that makes me so incredibly happy that it makes me just want to get up and shout from the rooftops, "Good morning world! I love jazz!"

"Good morning world! I love Jazz!"

          So I've always had an appreciation for the twangy, bluesy, brassy, sound of pure heaven in the form of jazz music.  But today, after spending a grueling six hours sweeping, mopping, windexing and A-jaxing the crap out of my dad's bachelor pad (except, he's married...so I guess I can't call it that anymore....dang. Note to self, find new nickname for dad's apartment...), the sweet stuff became music to my ears.  Literally. After a nice refreshing shower....because as mentioned in my last post, I do not end a day of cleaning lookin' like a slice of the moon....I turned on some jazz on pandora and had a swanky good time cooking dinner, which turned out absolutely ravishing, by the by (spaghetti and meatballs! delish!). 

                 

        Meanwhile, back at the farm......Jazz is my new favorite type of music.  I don't know where it's been all my life.  Probably existing, being appreciated by thousands of others and going unnoticed by me.  Either way, I've given up on that usual radio guff I previously allowed my ears to be insulted by.  (Sorry ears!)  You know....come to think of it....it really doesn't make much sense why I never listened to jazz much before.  It's always been my secret dream to be a jazz pianist.  A dream still just out of my reach. Curse you classical piano knowledge floating around in my head and through my fingertips onto the ivories! Curse you!  Anywho, I've decided that jazz is just the bees-knees.  It's real ducky. (apparently I've always taken on a love for 20's slang.  Gee wiz!)

                                          

          Well, although I'm sure I could continue on for an infinite amount of time blathering on about how great jazz is and how in the clouds I've been about this fact.....(and how! you know I could!)....my stepmom's dog is whining and I'm betting it needs to relieve itself.  No biggie. It's only 1:30 in the morning and we live on the fourth floor of a high rise in the middle of the city.  I got this.  Could be a promising post tomorrow! Or there could be no post at all....