Yes, I’m a fan of jazz music.
Insomuch as it doesn’t offend me horribly when I hear it.
I do not want to rip off my ears and grind them into blood-stained fleshy confetti when I hear jazz, so you could consider me a fan of it.
I mean, when jazz plays, I rarely feel the urge to grab a nearby barbecue skewer, pop on some pearl onions, porcini mushrooms and bell peppers, drizzle it with a homemade remoulade, cook it up on the hibachi until it’s fiery hot and then proceed to stab my aural canals repeatedly with that skewer.
So in that way, I am a fan of jazz.
But I am not a fan of your band’s demo CD.