Outside-Inside-Out

My S.O. said I couldn’t limit my thoughts on last week’s Django Gold’s satirical piece in the New Yorker about Sonny Rollins to five short sentences. I’m about to prove her wrong. In no particular order:

If you thought it was funny (I laughed at the Miles bit), cool; if not, also fine.

The response has been wayyyy overblown.

I mean Sonny taking to the web last night to discuss it?

Music shouldn’t have sacred cows.

If nothing else, lots of jazzheads need to channel their inner Dude.