One of the (many) proofs I am not at all cool is that I hardly ever listen to Jazz. This is a product of both culture (have never had cool friends either) and the fact that when I DO listen to jazz, especially modern jazz, I have to really force myself to "get" it, and most of the time fail in my efforts.

And frankly, listening to music as a purely intellectual activity is interesting for all of about seven minutes or so,(unless a grade depends on it) and then I get bored and listen to music that actually makes me feel something.

But then sometimes to my great surprise, a particular piece of jazz will manage to work it's way past my raging whiteness into the part of my heart not made of stone.

This tune gives me warm fuzzy chills.

"Petite Fleur"
Chris Barber's Jazz Band
(Monty Sunshine on clarinet)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enJaxZQw5vM