I Am Racist.

I’ve said it before, and I am forced to stick with it.
Much as I love Patsy Cline, it’s always gonna be Billie, Etta, Ella and Sarah for me.
Much as I love Jarret, Camillo and that guy who plays with Pizzarelli, it’s always gonna be Tatum and Peterson.
Miles wasn’t kidding. “The thing about white cats…they always just a little bit behind the beat.”
And there just isn’t a single fucking Caucasian who can manage this.
I wish this thing ran twelve hours. Gotta go find that Soul Train cat…
Sue me.


2 Responses

  1. Love it!

    (Even if you are a racist bastard.)

  2. Good stuff. I’m one-quarter black and, despite years of lessons, can’t play a note on anything. Well, I pretty much have the triangle down. Now if I can just find a funky combo to hire me.

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