Grant Green, I Want To Hold Your Hand
Is there such a thing as stress bruises? Because I’ve been waking up with these strange, dark purple ones around my knees and today, my elbow. (And no, I haven’t been drinking.)
I swear to the FSM that this has been my worst semester at this here college, even worse than when I started here five long years ago. I’d wager that about 60-70% of my students simply can’t be bothered to give a fuck about learning the most basic of English.
And it’s an elective course. You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to, geniuses!
A lot of them have already failed due to attendance issues, and there’s still six weeks to go.
Oh, and here’s a conversation I had yesterday:
Me: “Why didn’t you take the midterm?”
Student: “There are too many rooms at this college! I got lost!”
Me: “So how is this my problem?”
Anyhow, the line-up on this album is amazing — Elvin Jones drumming, Larry Young on organ, and one of my favorites, Hank Mobley on sax.
My bruises and I just want to listen to soul jazz and read 70’s sci-fi novels. Jobs are for suckers.