On my way home from work tonight I stopped in at the pub to get a small bite to eat, and while I waited I was subjected to the live band of the night.

By subjected, I mean subjected.

I have a very wide range of musical tastes, but I have yet failed to comprehend the existence of that brand of jazz that is formless trills, screaming horns, and tuneless annoyance. You can't dance to it. You can't hum along with it. You keep waiting for a song to happen, but it never does - much like you keep waiting for hiphop to end, but it never does either.