So What

Thailand is experiencing a heat wave. The other day it was 39 C in Bangkok (that's about 102 F), so I escaped to the country house where it only gets to about 35 C (that's about 95 F).

Last night, around about midnight, it was too hot to sleep, so Poo and I were just lying in bed watching the fan go around.

"Put on some music." said Poo.

I fumbled though the CDs: rock, reggae, Mozart???

"No, no, no!" said Poo, "Mozart gives me a headache. I want music with no singing."

"Ahh, you want jazz." I said, and I put on Miles Davis.

We were listening to "So what?"

"Who is the king of Jazz?" asked Poo.

"I don't know." I was listening to the music.

"Who is the most popular in Jazz?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe Miles."

"No, really, I want to know: who is the King of Jazz?"

"Miles Davis, OK?"" I was irritated now. "So be quiet--you are listening to the King of Jazz!"

A few minutes later we were listening to "Freddie Freeloader."

"Do they ever have singing in Jazz?" asked Poo.

"Of course, you know--Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald."

"Oooohhh," said Poo (in Thai): "when those Black women start singing, it's so incredible--I like it so much!"

I cracked up laughing.

"Why are you laughing? said Poo, "are you laughing at me?"

"No, I'm laughing because what you say is so true and obvious, but I never heard anybody say it like that!"