silhouette used to be my jam

me & my crew got together tonight to watch the super bowl. simon & i picked out a yummy pork recipe from my new bobby flay cookbook.  we called my mom and got her recipe for chocolate cupcakes and homemade frosting, a delicacy that sonja feens for in moments of weakness.  our menu included a slow roasted cajun pork shoulder (which took forever), fresh guacamole (sans packet of seasoning), two boxes of kraft mac & cheese (the breakfast of champions), those gourmet cupcakes (filled with ganache), and a swig of cream soda.

the boys & i watched the game, without a dog in the fight.  we hollered for sonja every time there was a break in the action, alerting her of the infamous super bowl commercials.  audi had a great advertisement, featuring one of the most recognized saxophonists of all time.



i know that we should be trumpeting the legend of charlie parker, lester young, sonny rollins, coleman hawkins, etc. however, the reality is that much of society, if forced to name one saxophonist, would come up with kenny g (followed by the yakety sax guy, that one dude from bruce springsteen's band, lisa simpson, and whoever plays that opening line on careless whisper).  the general public is primed for smooth jazz melodies, not superimposed substitutions and patterns.

kenny g is certainly not my cup of tea. i wouldn't be caught dead listening to his stuff.  yet, he brought the instrument to the forefront of the masses.  he has been ridiculed and mocked, and is probably laughing all the way to the bank.  i suppose i am thankful for kenny gorelick's work towards popularizing the instrument, and see this opportunity as a call to arms for saxophonists everywhere - use him as our lead blocker and run through the gap he leaves in his wake.

lord knows where my kids found these shirts