So here I am, mere weeks into the project when I find out something quite interesting. When I say interesting, I mean interesting. So without further ado, here it is.
There seems to be some smooth jazz lurking somewhere deep inside and it's starting to come out.
That, my friends, is weird and unexpected. And a rather frightening thought. To say the least, I was a little reluctant to bring this kind of thing out into the light. Like a sort of coming out, if you will.
Not that there isn't some good things about smooth jazz. There are some very notable jazz musos who have been known to dabble in a bit o' smooth (Marcus Miller and George Benson come to mind), but I generally don't subscribe to that particular form of music. To my ear, it too often seems like jazz with the actual jazz taken out. Sort of artificial in a way, as if the package had a disclaimer in tiny writing, “May not contain actual jazz.”
But when I went back to listen to what I'd recorded, there it was, sounding all muted and mellow. Smarming back at me with its goofy, innocuous grin like an adolescent who has just warmed their part of the pool.
And there you have it. This one may never break the surface, but it's all part of the journey. I'll likely put that one to rest for a bit and move on to something else before I revisit that particular particle.
On another note, I have peered beneath the covers of Posterous and have gazed upon the horror that is the code supporting the site. As a web standards guy, I recoiled in despair at the rancid spaghetti beast that lies in wait beneath the squeaky exterior of Posterous.
Oh, but Posterous makes it so easy to post stuff, they say. We will see if that is enough to satiate the demands of my standardista alter-ego. I'll keep you posted.