Monday’s little diatribe on git seemed to stir up quite a bit of strong opinion, both agreeing with me and disagreeing. As is often the case, they two camps seem to be split about 50-50, which makes me happy. I means I can be confident that I’m not talking complete arse-gravy, but I have a good chance of actually learning something.

And git is crap. No, wait — it is much more than that. It’s not just poor, it’s malicious. When Sauron allegedly poured all his malice into the One Ring, he must have retained some wherewith to poison the sweet well of version control. Ever he seeks to spread discord and confusion — and what better way than by the notions of local and remote branches and various kinds of links between them? Or the distinction between the working area, the repository and the freakin’ index — a concept that we’ve all got along without quite satisfactorily, thank you.

But when Kenny G decided that it was appropriate for him to defile the music of the man who is probably the greatest jazz musician that has ever lived by spewing his lame-ass, jive, pseudo bluesy, out-of-tune, noodling, wimped out, fucked up playing all over one of the great Louis's tracks (even one of his lesser ones), he did something that I would not have imagined possible. He, in one move, through his unbelievably pretentious and calloused musical decision to embark on this most cynical of musical paths, shit all over the graves of all the musicians past and present who have risked their lives by going out there on the road for years and years developing their own music inspired by the standards of grace that Louis Armstrong brought to every single note he played over an amazing lifetime as a musician. By disrespecting Louis, his legacy and by default, everyone who has ever tried to do something positive with improvised music and what it can be, Kenny G has created a new low point in modern culture - something that we all should be totally embarrassed about - and afraid of. We ignore this, "let it slide", at our own peril.