And all that Jazz

I am chewing on a lot of thoughts these days but don't have too much time for spittin' 'em out. But I do have a pithy post today.

I was in a McDonald's this morning (by the way, the nicest McD's I've ever been in my whole life) and heard a good jazz song in the bathroom (also one of the cleaner McD's bathrooms I've been in too).

No profound depth, no hidden meaning, no cute spin...I think I would like to listen to jazz more often. I don't know a whole lot about it, but I think (or perhaps feel is a better word) it has something to say.

I could not find the video of Cliff Huxtable teaching Olivia jazz via Pop Goes the Weasel. The video below is Cliff, Theo, and the Blues.