There was no denying that there were moments of auditory perfection during the Jazz Concert, but non-the-less it sucked. It felt like an argument with five different people at the same time – monolog-ish. Perhaps my untrained Jazz ears couldn’t fully appreciate the avant-garde Jazz band, but that still does not detract from the fact that it was unappealing if you were not a connoisseur of Jazz. If you did not grow up playing Jazz instruments, played in a Jazz band, had the money to go to several Jazz concerts and/or had the privilege to listen to the best this type of Jazz wouldn’t of been fitting to your cochlear tendencies. Jazz is a cultural phenomenon, an art grown from the poor (as most arts are) and, soon discovered, taken for the rich. Looking across Bailey’s Concert Hall, middle to upper class white men filled the seats and blurted out loud “WOWs” during the performance, where I, a low-income woman of color, am left with the “WHYs”. This specific concert was for the socially refined and culturally specific. It lacked social capital diversity and (to say the least) pompous in it’s attempts. I entered Bailey Hall hoping to reach further into my African Roots and love for New Orleans, and I left feeling more out of place at Cornell than I ever had.