I've come to associate holiday gatherings with inevitable taunting from friends and family about Plastic Sax. I don't consider my passion for jazz perverse or strange, yet it inspires relentless ridicule. "Who cares?" I do. "Why don't you focus on something more viable?" Well, I love hip hop but no one else is doing what I do with jazz. "Why do you regularly go negative?" The truth must be told. "Isn't jazz boring?" Not to me.