Smooth jazz. It's fucking elevator music for morons. Every single purveyor of that shite should be rounded up and encased in concrete along with every single shred of "music" they ever recorded in every format, every single tab, set list, piece of sheet music, scribbled on cocktail napkins that may contain (fucking lame) musical ideas, every musical instrument that was ever profaned by having that pap played through or on it, any children or other relatives who might share a predilection towards this musical equivalent of dry humping a dead goat and dropped into the deepest mid-ocean trench on the planet. After that has been taken care of, scientists can begin work on a cure for ever having heard that shite.
The next time someone asks me what kind of music I like and I mention jazz and they come back with, "Me, too, I love Kenny G!", I will projectile vomit on them.