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Side effects include constant irritability, being an ass.

It was a typical day in MUS 307. A typical day where nobody pays attention to anything the professor talks about. A day where people play shitty flash games instead of take notes. A day where people sit and refresh their Facebook newsfeed instead of follow the slides. A day where people roll their eyes and go to sleep instead of listen to the music examples. A day where people get up and leave ten minutes before lecture ends instead of having the God damn decency to stay the whole time and pretend to be interested. I mean, if you're going to be so unaffected by the music we're studying in class then why the fuck did you take the class in the first place? Fuck it makes me mad.

And I haven't even started talking about that fucker who sits in the back and tries to whistle along with every song that gets played in class. Alright, dude, we get it: you are just too cool and you know everything about jazz, ever. You know every standard ever written and everybody's solos by heart. Now how about you develop some fucking pitch consistency you warbling twat.

Deep breath.I think these comics are going pretty well, actually. Everything's looking pretty nice, I think. Nicer, at least. I will have to solicit some solid feedback, because I feel like that's what I'm lacking most at this point.

The more I think about, the more I am convinced that jazz truly is the ultimate form of music. I've been almost obsessively listening to Bill Evans play Solar at the Village Vanguard and it has been some kind of religious experience. There is just so much at work there. The ideas, the development, the executions, the interactions. It just blows my mind how cerebral the whole thing is. It's genius--jazz is genius--and it's so subtle. It's not a huge, in-your-face ordeal. Because it doesn't have to be.

It's raw emotional expression. Pure music. And nothing else can really compare to it. Maybe it's too boring for those people who can take naps during the songs. I guess jazz just isn't ADD enough for them. There isn't enough glitter or lace or fishnet stockings or dyed hair or tabloid drama to really capture their interest. Maybe the bass is too involved--they can only deal with quarter note bass loops that serve no purpose other than to make your subwoofer 'go boom.' Maybe it's too subtle, if there is even a thing. I think what it re--

Wah wah wah, God damn. I think I just need something to do. Like, do I need a hobby?

Comments

Carolynn said…
My hobby is reading your rants because they are so entertaining. And this rant was very entertaining, I enjoyed it.

Also the last panel of that comic was fantastic. I love seeing you play with perspective!
March 2, 2010 at 2:21 AM
Cam said…
You know, you should play some jazz outside of class.
March 2, 2010 at 6:40 AM
-~- said…
Great perspective frames. Your art is really coming along!

Also I hated it when people did that in my music classes too. In every class actually. 'Cept when I too am burnt out and tired of that class.

I agree with Carolynn - your rants are awesome.
March 2, 2010 at 9:34 AM
Gabe said…
Shucks, you guys. I'm flattered.
March 2, 2010 at 7:30 PM
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