You hate jazz? You fear jazz. Eh? Yeeeah. You fear jazz, don’t you? You fear the lack of rules. The lack of boundaries. Oooh! It’s a fence! No, it’s soft! Ahhhh! What’s happening? The shapes! The chaos! Eh? It has to be simple nursery rhymes for you, doesn’t it? Simple little dee dee-dee de dee dee. The melody gets abstract. You mess your trousers. You run to your mommy.