American rock has a sort of self-pitying whine to it.
Without the beat in the background, Jazz basically sounds like an armadillo was let loose on the keyboard.
It's not a beard, it's an animal I've trained to sit very still.
This was my attempt to deter cold callers: "There's no past, there's no future, just one pulsating present... Please leave your message after the tone."
I'm sort of like a post-modern vegetarian; I eat meat ironically.
Talking of white supremacist violent types, I was in America, recently.