Knowledge Hoover

“ How can you “ignore” jazz? It’s like someone else’s sugar-coked toddler in the corner. Showing off, shitting herself, dribbling everywhere, noisily demanding everyone’s attention and approval. Hey, I am jazz! I have come to fill your holiday space with my wabbeda wabbeda tish tish ga-blap bap tiddly piddly drivelly meaningless squeaky shrieky pish pish drr-bap bap bollocks.