I’m so sick of all this false advertising. I joined Hoya Snaps to bring Eight to the Bar on a Boogie-Woogie piano. I wanted to show I’m a real finger zinger on the brass and I got the chops to play with the cool cats. But no. “Hoya Snaps” has nothing to do with jazz. All they do is take stupid photos. And not even of jazz stuff! If I was taking photos down at the alley with an old man in a fedora and a black cat who reacts to the music in a slightly anthropomorphized way such as to give the indication that this music is so good that it transcends species, that would be fine. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

I stuck out the first meeting because I thought it might be some kind of hazing thing to weed out the fake fans, but when the meeting ended they all told me I was “lingering uncomfortably long” and that they “didn’t know what I was talking about” when I called them out. I think it’s really immoral that they would steal my data (my email) by tricking me like that. I’m sure this happens to people all the time who try to pursue the incredibly popular hobby of jazz music but end up doing something stupid like photography instead. They obviously tried to make their name sound like a bunch of people playing some subtle, slippery jazz in the alley, keeping time with their fingers until that baritone sax comes in strong. I am transferring to Palo Alto University. A place where I can really hone my skills on the alto sax and one that will not deceive me with its name.