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As I was standing in Starbucks today, waiting for my double-decaffeinated half-caf, mocha soy carmelattacino, there was a nice Miles Davis tune on. I asked the guy behind the counter what the name of the tune was. He told me. Then as I waited around for my coffee, I seached around the store to see if they had the disc for sale. Then I considered the whole situation and sort of wished I was dead...or maybe just everyone else. I'm not really sure.
Originally posted by rbmorrisThat is an inappropriate response to Miles, even if it was in the belly of the beast.
As I was standing in Starbucks today, waiting for my double-decaffeinated half-caf, mocha soy carmelattacino, there was a nice Miles Davis tune on. I asked the guy behind the counter what the name of the tune was. He told me. Then as I waited around for my coffee, I seached around the store to see if they had the disc for sale. Then I considered the whole situation and sort of wished I was dead...or maybe just everyone else. I'm not really sure.
Originally posted by rbmorrisrb you're always jumping on my jazz posts. Someone has got to wave the flag for this recently neglected music.
As I was standing in Starbucks today, waiting for my double-decaffeinated half-caf, mocha soy carmelattacino, there was a nice Miles Davis tune on. I asked the guy behind the counter what the name of the tune was. He told me. Then as I waited around for my coffee, I seached around the store to see if they had the disc for sale. Then I considered the whole situation and sort of wished I was dead...or maybe just everyone else. I'm not really sure.
There can't be any doubt that outside of perhaps classical music, the greatest of musicians still play jazz.
I think that it was the carmelattacino being drank in such a plastic environment as Starbucks that made you feel glum.
