Jazzzzzzzzz Fest

It's Jazzfest in Halifax this weekend. And, while I know this will seem all kinds of sacreligious, I must concur with my friend Karen and her feelings on street festivals;

Like most self-important urbanites, I utterly loathe street festivals. After six years of living in the downtown core, I am so over street festivals that I will do anything in my power to stay out of their way. Why should I have to give up my city to hoards of 905ers on weekends and holidays? They clog up my transit, they fill up my favourite restaurants, they barricade the sidewalks with their slow walking...they're a public nuisance!

Thank you. It doesn't help that I don't like jazz. Jazz is like jogging; I want to like it, I want to be able to tell people that I like it, but goddamn. Allow me a grandpa moment here, but it just sounds like noise. You call it jazz music, I call it crap music. And while I'm hurrying down Spring Garden, trying to get to Pete's before the library before work, I'm blocked left right and centre by people that, I would wager, don't like jazz any more than I do. They're just better at posing.

Upside: Vespa Canada seems to have a stake of some kind, so there are a lot of scoots about. In spite of my terror of actually riding them, working for Vespa Canada during my last year of university has ensured them a warm and fuzzy spot in my otherwise curmudgeonly little heart.