I am still mentally singing "Rasputin" from Just Dance 2, thanks to my darling son. Thanks, son.

"The Merry Old Land of Oz" snuck in after the morning editorial meeting. Interesting.

I love this song, but don't find it as useful for the eight times table as, say, the Schoolhouse Rock "Three Is a Magic Number" song is for the three times table.

But I'm a sucker for cello and Blossom Dearie.

I've been walking around with various incidental music from the Brady Bunch and am stuck on the closing theme. Mostly I had the walking around the backyard music, but I can't put my hands on it on YouTube.

The Season 4 outro will serve.

Is the brunette in this commercial supposed to be their daughter or their "special friend?" Folger's  jingle today.

And run the house. Always "Look for the Union Label."

This commercial used to run a lot when I was a teenager and, yes, we made fun of it (I mean, look at their hair), but see how much "union" was equated with "patriotism?"

My, how times have changed.

I acquired this song from immersing myself in the centennial of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, which is tomorrow, by the way.

Everyone in this country should know what happened to these workers in 1911. Because of lax regulations and inadequate workplace protections, 146 garment workers — all but 23 of them women and girls — burned or jumped to their deaths when fire swept through their building. The doors had been locked to prevent them from leaving their workstations and the fire escape many fled to collapsed beneath them.

It remains the worst industrial factory fire in the history of the United States. The ILGWU was able to exact many of the workplace safety regulations we have in place today — union or no — because of what happened that day.

p.s. the sweatshop biz is alive and thriving in the garment districts of New York and Los Angeles, mostly staffed by undocumented immigrant workers sewing 80-90 hours a day in crappy conditions. Oh, and there are only 800 inspectors employed by the Dept. of Labor to inspect more than six million workplaces across the country.  Shall we hazard a guess as to which government workers big business would like to see downsized?

"Give a Little Bit," Supertramp. After a while, the 12-string jangle makes you want to knock your head against the wall.

Two days straight with "All of Me," a song I'm fond of, but the horns can be a bit much so early in the morning.

I know nothing about classical music, but woke up with what turns out to be Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1 banging around my head. Took me a while to identify it  and along the way found Victor Borge playing it.

Seven to midnight I hear drums / loudly the saxophone blows / trumpets are tearing my eardrums / customers crush my toes.

Next time I whine about my little white collar girl troubles, I'll consider the life of a taxi dancer.  "10 Cents a Dance."