Ah doh no. "Rikki Don't Lose That Number" this morning, though mostly the bass line and the drumstick clack.
Between the miserable length of my least favorite season and the atrocious humidity, I was completely unmotivated to note my earworm. But it's cooler now and the steady hum of cicadas and air conditioning are over. For now. It's supposed to be near 80 today, but NO MATTER.
Because this morning I awoke with Ella Fitzgerald and the Delta Rhythm Boys singing, "It's a Pity to Say Goodnight," so here you go:
But I'm not making any promises.
Hoorah for the Boswell Sisters. I've enjoyed their rendition of "The Object of My Affection" all day.
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.
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."
Frank Sinatra, "Our Love Is Here to Stay" — the soundtrack of a dream I had this morning about refrigerators.
This exact version of this exact song, "The Man I Love," Billie Holiday.
Once this ditty is in your head it kind of lingers. "St. Louis Blues."
Caught St. Louis Blues from an early morning viewing of Baby Face on TCM.
Are you listnin'? In the laaaaaaaaane snow is glistnin'. A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight... "Walking in a WInter Wonderland."