You know, that Kenny G dis is lame. The effect of the harsh language is lessened when put up against some fanboyish fawning regarding Armstrong. And, as much of a hack G may be, Metheny has perpetrated his fair share of velveeta bullshit:
That song was, by the way, my only exposure to Metheny for the longest time, thus why I'd written the guy off as contemporary jazz twaddle.