Jazz music to jazz fans oft seems irreproachable, especially in the context of the most recent Sonny Rollins article by Django Gold in The New Yorker. The article, "Sonny Rollins: In His Own Words" wasn't side-splittingly funny, just a mild stab at the jazz heavyweight. And yet, fans of the Rollins man were inept at lightening up.
The gags that follow jazz culture are often met with bitter criticism. The Django Gold case, to make a point, didn't really land with most readers. If it had, the article would be a good piece of satire and not one to be confused with.
And yet, it isn't even the notion that the article was in poor taste (far from it). Moreover, it's that jazz seems untouchable, serious, studious and very dismissive of those who don't "understand" it.
Even articles that seem in poor taste and are, in most senses, written without any direction (mainly slamming the genre since it slams those who don't appreciate it, fire being fought with saxophone-playing-fire) are reprimanded to the fullest extent of the law.
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