Dear The Grove L.A.:

I believe you have been the victim of a cruel hoax; smooth jazz is neither smooth nor is it jazz. And playing it outdoors loudly does nothing to make it so. In fact, not only is it unpleasant, it is grating and I want to kill it. Please, I implore you, make it stop.


ps: fyu - scaramenga called, he wants his pink acid water out of your fountain and back at his lair at once.