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The Tiger Woods of Jazz
“You know what the world needs now?” asked Spring. [1]
I paused in what I was working on and turned to her. “Love, true love?”
“Someone to be the Tiger Woods [2] of jazz,” she said.
“Um, Spring. I hate to say this, but most jazz musicians are already black,”
I said.
“No no no, not that.”
“Oh, then some uncoordinated white guy wearing polyester playing jazz?”
“No silly,” she said, punching me on the shoulder. “Somebody to take stuffy
old tight-ass dusty jazz and make it fun for everybody, the way Tiger Woods
did for stuffy old tight-ass dusty golf.”
“Ah.” And I was englightened.
[1]
http://www.springdew.com/
[2]
http://www.tigerwoods.com/
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