It has been of late that I awake from several hours of dreaming the weirdest and most terrifying nightmares that I require several minutes of steadying and masturbation before I can go on with my mid-afternoon smoke of cannabis. It was on one of these odd and pine-scented wednesdays that I happened, after not shaving for several days and listening to the trumpet section from old Phil Elverum cassettes I had bought online for next to nothing from the artist himself, upon the comedic styling that I have come to assimilate to be “post-jazz.” It was an infomercial style dream of the shabby 1970s late night kind that would haunt the childhoods of insomniatic midwesterners. These dreams always begin the same with an unveiling of a product, draped in musk and general antiquity. Then the testimonials would start of people who “owed their existences” to the mildewy product of yore. In this instance of dream the folk interviewed were comedians describing how a collection of words and dialectal slang saved their careers and very lives. This collection was, of course and wide acclaim, “[post]post-jazz[in the sense or groove orientated].” “When I received a mix-tape from Jamie Foxxx in where he interviewed suffering weed sm0kers about how corporate jazz-funk had ruined the neighborhood,” began a dying Bill “Handcock” Clinton, “I knew I had come upon the greatest diarrhea of the soul and viscera” The dream was promoted by these words several times over as the sleep-attenuated evening marched. A shabby Larry David then appeared and told of a drunken Mike Meyers yelling Moby Dick in a London marketplace. He said this act inspired much of the first post-jazz writings in a crypt fantasy blog by hacker and activist G0rdon. A death fetishist, G0rdon spoke of how he discovered post-jazz writings from whalers in nantucket who often frequented brothels and spoke of their heights and girths.

>>63937042
They spoke of a post-dialectual catch phrasal lingua that existed among soul funk artists who hid in Lofts and smoked jazz weed. This language, which is derived from a herbal click-language found in parts of burnt african history tomes, was thought to have inspired much of HBO’s documentary series “VICE” and is also the cause for several of Microsoft Windows file error codes. “To say a life - or object is post-jazz is to say a life - or object WAS spent with much care placed to those prefixal apostages that plague academia; it is a curse and castration but we wear it’s marks of crucifixion and write our comedies after those ill-tongued words. It is post-jazz and we speak of it in the haziest cappuccino bars on the haziest of wednesdays.” It is with these epitaphic words that began the pregnancy of post-jazz in the mind and weedspace of a creator in Atlanta Georgia.

I wish you wouldn't say that

Ding dong song.

>>63936881
Tentative Decisions

>>63937073
Very good song, but I'll go with The Big Country
Either that or Found A Job

>>63937042
>>63937061
Is this a new meme

Our House

>>63937366
I don't know but I really want to listen to post-jazz now

>>63937511
Jazz existed for a few fleeting moments outside of the Torrance Brother’s Memoriam Exhibition in Mind & Soul televised on a 24 hr loop on all syndicated Adult Television Programming in the late 90s. These moments were transposed across time in a small meeting of grammarologists at a Memorial Service held at the honor of the apostrophe as it was being formally removed from the constructed all-vowel language of Uaeia. This meeting, held in the Luxemborgian suburb of Coral, went on for exactly 77 minutes and was composed of speeches and poems written in honor of the glory days of the apostrophe with an inclusion of an array of formal portraits of particular memorable apostrophes from the literature of TJ Ka, an escaped oxygen enthusiast. Up until those fleeting double digits of time the world had laid far removed from the reaches of the organic hulk of clicks and clacks that is Jazz. It was from the smoldering remains of this funeral that was born the comedic duo of Torrance Shehelo and Torrance Ramble-On, a supposed fraternal pairing of wits and song-writing. Some tell of their parents being party to the Apostrophic Service while others claim they have no direct biological parents and were birthed from the froth y remnants of a disposed cortada late crafted on that very day. Regardless, the pair drew great inspiration from the words and rules laid down by this meeting and made it a formal goal to incorporate these lessons into their comic act. After performing live on several late night talk-shows in which one brother usually appeared in a Burqa while the other was dressed in a flamboyant tuxedo consisting of sewn together tea bags recovered from the wreck of an Indonesian freighter from colonial days they were offered the programming slots available from 1 AM EST to 5:59 AM EST airing on all Adult Television Programming stations.