i hate bad hold music. i’d rather have silence. or a local radio station. fuck, anything.

I HATE SMOOTH JAZZ SO MUCH.

i like actual jazz. the kind that hasn’t had all of the soul sucked out of it and replaced with a manual adding machine. i can get behind some coltrane or thelonius monk, and i’m not too afraid to admit that i really like “straight, no chaser” and will often play it when i find it on a bar jukebox, especially if people are pissing me off with the worthless noise they choose. and while i don’t particularly care for acid jazz — which is all “Jazz Transfusion” on XRT‘s fault, by the way — my dislike for acid jazz is a drop in the bucket compared to my loathing of the worthless pap that people seem to think must belong in any elevator and any call-service processor anywhere because it will soothe and calm us as we plummet to our deaths from a great height wait interminably for someone to pick up the goddamn tech support phone despite the fact that we are allegedly first in line ARE TRAPPED WITH NO WAY TO ESCAPE THE HORROR OF KENNY G.

oh, thank god, they picked up the phone.