Dear Amazon

Dear Amazon,

We’ve been friends for years. Or so I thought.

This morning I discovered an act of betrayal that sliced so deep that even the sun has taken to hiding behind clouds.

Without warning, despite critical reviews, and my devout love, you’ve canceled Mozart in the Jungle.

By now, once dear Amazon, certainly from the number of books I’ve purchased from and reviewed for you, you must realize that I have little time for TV shows, and most aren’t worth my time anyway. But a shining star amidst the drear of reality TV and ho-hum comedies, you brought Mozart in the Jungle to me. Music, comedy, love, sarcasm, wit, Gael Garcia Bernal, what was not to love?

And just as swiftly, like a capricious friend, you have taken it away from me. Perhaps now I should use my TV as a picture frame? Tape meditative pictures to the glass?

Or, perhaps, I should find a new friend. Say, Netflix, for instance, who might just see the quality of Mozart in the Jungle, its talented cast and writers and give it a home. They’ve done it before.

I suppose, dear Amazon, I shouldn’t get too attached to Mrs. Maisel, right? It’s funny, it’s quality, but I suspect next year after another stellar year and awards, you’ll find it small potatoes in your search for bigger and better. A show that will give millennials a rush. But before you do, remember that there are people like me, who want quality and, although we may be a niche market, we are still a market of intelligent individuals who will always support smart satisfying productions.

And, it’s with broken heart that I bid farewell to the one show I looked forward to watching. Goodbye, Mozart in the Jungle, I do hope you find a home somewhere.

Most Sincerely, Sascha D

11 thoughts on “Dear Amazon

  1. I hate when this happens. Something special, unique, delectable comes along, and the powers that be can’t be satisfied with the status quo and opt out of something truly wonderful in search of drivel! IIt annoys me no end! I hear you loud and clear, Sascha.

      1. Not as MUCH money, but if they actually asked the public, I think they’d find they are actually starving for richness in quality. It’s why I watch the voice and x factor. The original songs these talented artists sing are original, their own, a different sound. Unlike the constant dribble of sameness. As soon as they become “one” with the moneyed men they lose their appeal. Often the ones promoted aren’t the ones the public wanted.

    1. I know. You made me think about that scene where he’s written her name down and the guy looks at her and says: he really doesn’t know how to spell your name. 🙂

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