We had an evening out at the Hollywood Bowl last night, where Beth’s dad has a box down toward the front. Last night’s production was To Ella With Love, a tribute to Ella Fitzgerald with a group of current jazz singers singing some of her greatest hits. All told, it was a nice evening. The music was good, Beth’s sister packed a nice dinner for us, Beth’s rarely-seen other sister showed up and was on good behavior, Beth’s dad was in a good mood, and Zoe was really well-behaved considering that she’s no jazz fan and was annoyed that the scatting was waking her up.

And, yeah, that scatting… That’s one thing I can do without. The musical equivalent of speaking in tongues, it’s just grating to me. A little is okay, but too much is way too much.

Skittlee-boo-bap-doobaow-doobaow-doobaow-zeeeeeeeUMP!

Just stop, okay? Scat, scat!