My daddo used to call it Acid Jazz –– the kind of noodle-y, endlessly rifting, plink-plinking recordings that feel like the soundtrack to a bad date. It's why I often think I just don't like jazz. Full disclosure: also not a fan of long Phishy jams, either. But then there's Nina Simone, Ella Fitzgerald, and Melody Gardot. | |
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