Sunday, November 09, 2008
Musical offenses.
So I'm sitting in a Borders book store yesterday working on a book editing project, when over the PA system I hear the theme from Schindler's List - a beautiful piece of music, actually - being played as a smooth jazz piece by some damned Kenny G type on a soprano sax.
I don't know who the player was, and I don't want to know.
But if I ever see him standing in a courtyard, and I happen to be standing on the balcony with a high-powered rifle in my hands and I can get a clear shot, I swear to God, I'll be dispensing some poetic justice that day, let me tell you.
I don't know who the player was, and I don't want to know.
But if I ever see him standing in a courtyard, and I happen to be standing on the balcony with a high-powered rifle in my hands and I can get a clear shot, I swear to God, I'll be dispensing some poetic justice that day, let me tell you.
Labels: Crime, jazz, justice, Music
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Courtyard. Poetic justice.
Jason, you need to write a book or screenplay or something.
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Jason, you need to write a book or screenplay or something.
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