Jazz.
Nelson and Lisa were sitting in the latter's living room watching TV or at least they were trying to. Nothing good was coming on.
"This blows." Nelson said. "What are gonna do?"
"I have an idea!" Lisa said. "We can listen to a jazz record in my mom's car."
"Oh." Nelson said.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Okay then! Let's go!" Nelson and Lisa walked into the garage and entered Mrs. Simpson's car. Lisa slipped the disc, which she transcribed from a record, into the CD slot under the radio and a few seconds later, a scruffy man's voice started to sing.
"I got a bratty brother, he bugs me every day.
And this morning, my own mother gave my last cupcake away
My dad acts like he belongs, he belongs in the zoo.
I'm the saddest kid in grade #2!"
Lisa was rocking to the beating really enjoying herself, the familiar voice of her idol, the late Bleeding Gums Murphy comforting her.
"This is a great track, wouldn't you agree Nelson?" Lisa looked at Nelson, only to find him covering his ears. He looked kina cute like that, but it still pissed Lisa off.
"Men." She said. "They just don't understand good music."