Today’s Joke of the Day features comedian Paul F. Tompkins ranting about why he hates jazz – “a genre of music that is defying you to like it.”
Joke of the Day: Paul F. Tompkins Explains Why It’s OK To Hate Jazz
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wow, what a complete moron. I bet he has Weekend at Bernie’s on Blu-Ray.
Au contraire, that was pretty brilliant really. The only thing fun about going to hear jazz is watching all the people pretending to ‘get it’. The nods, the smirks, the ‘oh mans’, etc. I do get it and I still don’t like it. Isn’t that ok? It’s not for everyone. There’s humor in every genre of music, especially from those who don’t care for it. Jazz just lends itself to ridicule because it takes itself so seriously. Jazz musicians really play for each other and when they have a little fun with a riff, they all get it and it is like a private joke, but if you know jazz, you get the playfulness too and appreciate it. You are still allowed to not care for it and leave after you finish your cosmo.
awwww, you poor precious little thing. You didn’t get the little riff joke from a show probably nine years ago and your self confidence has been shattered ever since. and the only way to redeem your manliness is to coolly ridicule anything that is “clearly mocking your intelligence.” lol. Sorry, you really don’t get jazz. Stick to your Britney Spears. If all you can get out of jazz is that they have inside jokes, you are lost.
And if you don’t like jazz, fine. You go girl. But trying to rail it simply makes you sound like you’re mentally still in 7th grade. That comedian certainly is. I have an idea. If you don’t like jazz, move on.
not real concerned about reclaiming my manliness because i’m just a girl in 8th grade, not 7th! Jeez! Brittany rules! Dad, is that you?
The funny thing is the guy isn’t even funny. He’s simply that loud, obnoxious guy at the party that laughs at his own joke and thinks, “Dang, I should make a living at this.” I mean, his “brilliant” video has about 780 hits. lmao.
Mental note: take this site out of my bookmarks.
Done. buh-bye. I think I’d have better discussions about jazz or comedy with a bag of potato chips.
Oh Dad. I hope you’re not off your meds again. I’m really proud of you for venturing online instead of talking about jazz into a bag of Lay’s Classics. Oh and please don’t say “buh-bye” when my friends are around. It’s embarassing! Luv ya!
You ARE too dumb dummie. Try to not use your head so much. It shows you real self. By the way, keep that day job if you even have one. Probably your Mom’s couch is worn out about now.
Funny you’re not.
You and your alter-ego GrannyGoose are not fooling anyone. You’re both really big name successful musicians attempting self-parody. There’s just too much inner knowledge in tha bit to be anything else…right?
NOT.
Here’s a tune I wrote just now for you to work on, “The minutes seem like hours when you talk”
OK, I’ve had it with sparing your feelings you nitwit.
Lemme ‘splain something to you. You unwittingly admit to a shameful lack of musical knowledge to not understand that when people in the audience laugh or appear to undertand something played by a ‘jazz’ musician that you fail to grasp, it’s because they have a knowledge and memory of other pieces of music the interconnect with this one that perhaps pay homage or humerous recall with the insertion of these recognizeable and even memorable melody lines to entertain and amuse their audience…instead of talking down to it tho in your case there isn’t much more room ‘down’ for you to go to. Try looking up and we may be with you.
Maybe this will help even more. Say you did a comedy bit in another language but every now and then threw an English cuss word or other bits of familiarity, you’d get the same happy response from your audience.
Get out of your parents house more son. You’ll like it out here. The humerous references are so much more interesting and there are more of them. Until then, remember, Stardust is both a melody and a poem that every sad drunk and happy couple know about. And they’re sometimes the same person(s)
Now that’s funny.