Ahh shut up. You know you'll always get a post like this from me. After a few too many beers, scotches, champagnes, what have you. And the jazz is playing in a particularly melancholy vein . . . do you know why you cry during a movie? It's because of an artful combining of music and image. The little dying boy? It wouldn't bring a tear to your jaundiced eye unless it were accompanied by that string section.
Same goes for life. I find I am very affected by the ambient music around me; this is why I tend to choose jazz as a soundtrack for my life. It's relentlessly upbeat. Except when it's melancholy. Then the silent fist goes up to curse the world and wail "Why me?"
Which is what it's doing right now. I think what needs to happen at 3 a.m. is a warm bed. What do you think?