Am I a jazz man?

When I left for London last year I sold my car, no particular reason but mostly because I didn’t want it to sit outside in the rain for a year not being used and gathering dust and rust. Since being back I’ve been using my mom’s car, which of course is a welcome upgrade from my old car.

Tonight on the way down to a friend I was flicking through the cds in my moms cd shuttle, which unfortunately are mostly littered with my brothers nonsense, but I too was once that age, I mean how cool was ‘Apollo four forty’ really? So I don’t think too much of it, his taste will improve, just kidding matt.

So there I am changing one cd after the other until some rather pleasant sounding tune starts pouring into my ears. Jazz? I like this? What’s it doing in my moms car? And who is this? I have yet to find out, but it was really good stuff. I’ve never been anti jazz but never really listened to good jazz either. I suppose listening to ‘lounge’ (Café del Mar stuff) is kind of a window to jazz music.