Any Real New Yorker Is A You-name-it-we-have-it-snob

I'd Agree With You, But Then We'd Both Be Wrong.

Camouflage Is A Game We All Like To Play, But Our Secrets Are As Surely Revealed By What We Want To Seem To Be As By What We Want To Conceal.

Any Real New Yorker Is A You-name-it-we-have-it-snob Whose Heart Brims With Sympathy For The Millions Of Unfortunates Who Through Misfortune, Misguidedness Or Pure Stupidity Live Anywhere Else In The World.

Your Village Just Called. They're Missing An Idiot.

Improvisation Was The Blood And Bone Of Jazz, And In The Classic, New Orleans Jazz It Was Collective Improvisation In Which Each Performer, Seemingly Going His Own Melodic Way, Played In Harmony, Dissonance, Or Counterpoint With The Improvisations Of His Colleagues. Quite Unlike Ragtime, Which Was Written Down In Many Cases By Its Composers And Could Be Repeated Note For Note (if Not Expression For Expression) By Others, Jazz Was A Performer's Not A Composer's Art.