Walter found that after five years of counseling and gradual aversion therapy, he could finally listen to a full three minutes of saxophone-intense jazz without screaming and running from the room.
Well, I’d like to pat Walter on the back, but I’m afraid that I’ll need a clearer definition of terms. By “saxophone-intense jazz,” are you referring to Duke Ellington s.i.j., Kenny G. s.i.j. (somehow I’ve a feeling you don’t mean this), or John Zorn s.i.j.? I’m intrigued to know exactly what brings the pain—just for academic purposes only, of course. Really.
*I* certainly have no idea what either of you two are talking about…
I checked with Walter. He says he’s never heard of John Zorn (and he blesses his lucky stars, apparently), Kenny G has never been classified as “jazz”—his style is listed on Walter’s computer in the genre “elevator music.”
Which leaves Duke and his contemporaries. Ideed, it was real, high-quality jazz sax which took so long to acclimate to, which is strange, because Walter never had a problem with jazz that didn’t highlight the sax.
Therapists never refer to this type of patient as crazy, although they do sometimes call them kazoozikles.
...what I wouldn’t give for some three-minute s… oh, I guess that says sax. Never mind.
A year later, Walter assures me he is slowly making progress overcoming premature ejazzculation.