i hated jazz music
everything about it. it was too outdated, almost old-fashioned. i wondered where the guitar was, because in my mind a good song isnt a good song without a guitar.
i hated jazz music
with a passion
until i met you.
seeing the way your eyes lit up when i asked you about Nat King Cole, or Frank Sinatra.
hearing the soft sounds of Ella Fitzgerald's voice singing quietly as i got into your car all of those times.
feeling you smiling over my shoulder as we watched your audition tape with you singing "Call Me Irresponsible".
yes, i hated jazz music.
until i met you.
