Sex. For my Eardrums.

That would be jazz, my friends. I'm not entirely sure why, but I've grown up with this propensity for loving the sweet sounds of smooth jazz, and often times, not-so-smooth jazz as well. I believe it may have been instilled in me while I was growing up since NPR would always play it in the evenings and so it became associated with that calm time of day.

Within that, I've also always had a particular sweet spot for the saxophone. Strangely, I've never felt a huge desire to learn it, I just enjoy watching while someone else plays. And perhaps this is one of my few sexist thoughts, but a sax, to me, is really a man's instrument. Not that a woman can't play it–but I just don't associate the two. This love was, I believe, planted back on one of my birthdays when I went to the Hilton hotel in Nashville and I'd sit next to my window and watch the man in the lobby go at it with his sax. There was nothing I enjoyed more.

Sadly, though, I know very little about the genre and only have one jazz CD! Apparently, I prefer to let it just pop into my life rather than actively seeking it, at least that is what it would seem from my lack of readily available music. That, I want to change.

If you've got CD's or songs you'd like to share with me, please do so, I would much appreciate it.

I was simply born in the wrong era..