So in Bangkok I bought a CD called The Jazz King, of jazz music composed by King Bhumibol Adulyadej of Thailand. And I was listening to it, and it just didn't sound right. It sounded weird. And then, after seven tracks, I figured it out. It's not really jazz music. It's elevator music. You know, that awful stuff they put over tourism promotional videos, with too-smooth melodies and a beat that belongs in a Vegas hotel in 1992.
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