It has come to my attention that my last post, I'll Be . . ., came very close to a whine and cheese festival. I’ve given myself a good talking to, so that won’t happen again.
What we really need around here is a smidge of humor.
Like the very literary blog name I came up with on the spur of some miscellaneous cogitating:
TITLE: Stream of Unconsciousness
TAG LINE: I wish I knew what I was thinking.
Clever, isn't it.
I think we need some more music too. I was surprised by the response to Jimmy Durante, the "Schnozzola" (as Pat correctly identified him), so I chose this blurry but short video of Jimmy with Ella:
What’s that you say? The lady could SING? Of course she could sing, and so could Billie Holiday, Pearl Bailey, Dinah Washington, Mahalia Jackson . . .
Nowadays, what passes for “singing” are American Idol winners mashed on gigantic mixing boards by wizard sound engineers. Their albums, to me, are decidedly poo.
But wait a minute.
It almost sounds like I’m whining.