Poetry in music

Jason writes:

So I’m sitting in a Borders book store yesterday working on a book editing project, when over the PA system I hear the theme from Schindler’s List — a beautiful piece of music, actually — being played as a smooth jazz piece by some damned Kenny G type on a soprano sax.

I don’t know who the player was, and I don’t want to know.

But if I ever see him standing in a courtyard, and I happen to be standing on the balcony with a high-powered rifle in my hands and I can get a clear shot, I swear to God, I’ll be dispensing some poetic justice that day, let me tell you.

I don’t know if I’ve said it before, but I certainly should have: Jason is the man.

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