By Peter Hum, Ottawa Citizen
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A colleague of mine received a CD the other day. I saw it on her desk and figured I should let her know: “That’s a jazz disc,” I said, quite innocently.
“Thanks for the warning,” was the cool, cruel reply. Zing!
I should have expected it. I knew that music without singing doesn’t do anything for her. She describes instrumental solos as “noodling.”
It was a classic case of jazzophile meeting jazzophobe.
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