“I have often walked down the street before,But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before …”
That’s about the best damn song lyric about falling in love that was ever written! Of course, it was written by Alan Jay Lerner and he was married 8 times, so he could reacquaint himself with the feeling.
Chanson Du Jour 10/17/206 Vikki Carr: “Que sea él” (It Must Be Him)
I’ve always loved the hilariously desperate song “It Must Be Him” performed by Vikki Carr. The song sold over 1 million copies in 1967 and millions more since.
Vikki Carr remains a very under-appreciated vocalist, one who gets unfairly lumped-in with her white bread contemporaries dominating that woeful/golden era of 1960s MOR (Middle of the Road) radio.
On trips in the Stevenson family station wagon, my dad would play this musical spam on the car radio, punching in the dreaded WLKW button, while we kids in the back seat begged for DJ Joe Thomas playing Beatles, Beach Boys and Motown on WICE. But alas – this was elevator music without doors that open and let you out.
It was in the back seat of the Pontiac Tempest, that I learned Vicki Carr sang ‘grown-up” music that I actually liked. Eventually I saw her perform on TV with Merv, Johnny and Mike, where she was always beautiful, charming, and singing brilliantly. Still later, I became the odd used record customer who purchased both Vikki’s Greatest Hits album AND Moby Grape’s groovy debut (sans “flipping the bird”) while shopping at In Your Ear. Has anyone else ever purchased these two records together? No? Hooray for me.
“Now there was a herd of many pigs feeding at a distance from them. And the demons begged Him, saying, “If You are going to cast us out, send us into the herd of pigs.” And Jesus said to them, “Go!” And they came out and went into the pigs; and behold, the whole herd rushed down the steep bank into the sea and drowned in the waters.” (Matthew 8:28-33)
Two thoughts about this:
First, why did Jesus have to send the demons into the poor little piggies? They didn’t do anything wrong. I love pigs.
Second, imagine the poor pig farmer the next day: “Who the hell drowned all my piggies? What is my family gonna do for money this year? I’m ruined!”
So – I think Jesus really messed up here. Uncharacteristically.
Trump just said if Joe Biden is elected president, there will be “no anything.” Well, that sure doesn’t sound like fun! Should I still vote Biden? Hell … now I’m not so sure!
I do not want “no anything” because then there would be no dark roast coffee, no scotch, no Celtics basketball, no Turner Classic Movies, no chameleons, no music festivals, no used record shops, no Zaz, no mom, no New Orleans, no great new Keen™ sandals that I just got, no friends in Paris, no October ocean swims, no Everly Bothers, Coen Brothers, Dardenne Brothers, Avett Brothers, soul brothers, no Brother Can You Spare a Dime? No sisters, no Sister Barbara, R.S.M.
No angels, no devils, no pesto, no Châteauneuf-du-Pape, no oysters, no imitating Aunt Mary’s dialect, no Provence, no NPR, no Tanglewood, no biking, hiking, swimming or orgasmic hayfever sneezing.
No finding money. No new friends. No old friends. No Julie Harris as “Abra” in East of Eden, no saying “No!”, no saying “I don’t know”, no dogs, no Wooly Mammoths who may be cloned, no Spring crocus, no bird’s nest, no grilled NY sirloin, no New York, no Vonnegut, no poetry, no Ireland, no windy days, rainy days, no Rainy Days And Mondays Always Get Me Down, no Cheerios, no cheer, no Terry Gross, no milk coming out of laughing children’s noses, no St. Patrick’s Day, no corned beef, no Francis Cabrel, no saying “Oui!” But I can’t vote Trump. Must convince Biden this NO ANYTHING agenda will not work. I’ve got work to do.
The chief executive officers of Amazon, Apple, Google and Facebook sat before congress yesterday. Four white guys with unimaginable wealth. I wanted congress to inform them of the new “Big Tech Patriot Emergency Relief Bill” – informing them that, TFN, all their profits after 1 Billion will now be taxed at 99.5 percent. That revenue stream would EASILY replace the expiring Covid Relief package that we all pay for. But instead of my “Big Tech Patriot Emergency Relief Bill” – these creeps just blathered on like the teacher in Peanuts cartoons. Cue the trombone: “Mwa-Mwa-Mwa”