The dreaded 'jazz phase'

Sitting here [yesterday] listening to Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers and pretending ithat the weather will be cool enough to wear a sweater by Christmas, I worry that I may be on the edge of a "jazz phase."  A lot of people have them, playing jazz records with their weekend steaks.  It's nothing to be that ashamed of; in fact, there are many worse crimes.  Still, I just hope that I'm enjoying this album [Live at the Cafe Bohemia, Part 1, 1955] in some fluke-y way and I won't care about jazz in an hour [I didn't, in fact.  Next listened to that Cribs best-of I made and never thought about jazz - the music, the style or the lifestyle - ever again].