slaytonf

First, you cite the relative sales of jazz to other forms of music. But you have not established the relation of sales to liking. Second, the relative sales of jazz to other forms of music is irrelevant to this thread. It is whether jazz is liked by more people than movies are liked. Third, you limit yourself to the United States. People listen to jazz all around the world. I think they count, too. There may be underreported swaths of countries where vast numbers of people prefer jazz to movies. While I am willing to concede that jazz may not be liked more than movies, I still haven't see it demonstrated yet.

The confusion is understandable.

You are discerning in your choice of associates.

Something I thought only happened in movies.

They Might Be Giants (1971), for whatever incomprehensible reason. Maybe nobody at TCM likes it. This flawed and magnificent movie has been uploaded recently to YT. So you can feast on the fine performances of Joanne Woodward and George C. Scott. And have your emotional buttons shamelessly pushed by John Barry's score.

Welll, I dunnooo. That shot looks a little questionable. But I'll take your word for it.

Thanks, Gershwin fan for that tribute to Makavejev. He's a bright beacon to every filmy student. His rampant iconoclasm not only of societal norms, but the norms of filmmaking have had a formative effect on my view of the human world, culture and conventions. Hard as that may be to be believed.

There you are wending too close to the metaphysical for me. Just let me defend absurd propositions with sober arguments.

Ok, you understand, too.

According to MovieCollector's invaluable list, it's been shown 5 times, the last in 2012. No great loss. Propaganda driven movies are tedious ordeals to watch.

You say that like there was something wrong with it.

Ah! The only one who understands!

That sounds. . . . .creepy.

Sooo, there's a well of jazz listeners around the world. This bears investigating.

Has anyone ever counted them?

Ooo, good point of congruence. I suppose then, the movie would be better than itself.

Thank God for that.

TCM has shown this a few times.

To paraphrase Duke Ellington, there are only two kinds of music, good--and the other kind. And that isn't music. As for movies, if there is any fun in it, it can't be all bad. I'm trying to think of something pithy in response to your second statement, but it's late and my brain is tired. It is funny, though.

Whether you like any piece of jazz music has no bearing on whether it is great. Listening to jazz while performing other tasks enhances the appreciation of the music and the performance of the task. Performing a task, especially a physical one associates the music with it and embeds it in the memory better than simply sitting and listening. I am not talking about your experience, but rather the relative value of jazz to movies. The underlying rationale is that a good created for less money is better than a good created for more. I have admitted the possibility there are more people who like movies than who like jazz. However, I have not entirely conceded the point.

Or Sweet Movie (1975). Miracle on 34th Street (1947) has aired a number of times on TCM.

The reasoning's clear and simple. Something that can be counted on to be good is better than something that can't. Something that you can multi-task with is better than something you can't. Something that can be done for less than $150 million is better than something that can't. And something that is liked more is better than something that is liked less.

When you get a bunch of great jazz musicians together, you know you will get great music. When you get a bunch of great moviemakers together, you don't necessarily get a great movie. While doing something else, you can get more out of listening to jazz than by just sitting and listening. To get the most out of a movie, you need to pay attention to it. It does not cost $150 million to make a jazz record. More people like jazz than like movies. Ok, that may not be true, but I like the way it sounds.

I'm just gonna be holdin' my breath till then.

I don't know what car this is, but, YOW!: From Love Affair (1932), with Dorothy Mackaill and Humphrey Bogart.