I want to break out the swing dancing insults so bad, but I'm pretty sure I'd be the only person who gets them, and they're not as fun that way.
I still want to know why there is a microphone, saxophone and trumpet being shoved up a bleeding asshole on each of these.
how about you get a cease & decist letter from any of their three estates, and see if you can argue your way out of a phone call from a cranky lawyer with your art history angle. see how that goes. guess what, i took all those same art history classes too. hell, i fucking named my dog after winslow homer and a cat after eakins. youre not 'dropping knowledge' on me here, i too had the ability to get up at 7am and sit in a chair and learn about cubist buffalo sketches. the only chance youd have winning is if the other person gets fed up with your junior high logic and wanted to go to Wendys to drown their memory of you in the dollar menu.
side note, my college minor was in american music history with a pretty strong emphasis on jazz. which by the way has been COMPLETELY useless. its fucking jazz, it has no place in academia.