If a lifetime can be likened to a day, then this is Happy Hour!
You're right - they don't make 'em like that any more. Ella is one of my all time favourite singists.
Ella is right up near the top in my pantheon, as well.
I'd settle for some o' yer fog.Ella and Louis are quite a combination.
But you finally have some RAIN! A lot of it, too.
Yup ...and wind, too.But that was yesterday.Now it's only raining... and the cat is pacing [figuratively].
Even the Flamingo's are grounded!
I don't know why they bother to stick around, Ed. Not too much shrimp in the wild here.
On a side note, I have been bored of bread for a long time now. I found a new product (maybe just new to me) that I seem to like. I miss the flat breads of Arabia, as the US flat bread is too doughy. But flatoutbread.com has some "foldit" bread that actually agrees with me. Still too doughy, but better than sliced.
American bread ain't very good, no matter what variety you speak of. I have VERY fond memories of fetching bread from the bakery every morning when my Ol' Man was stationed in Paris. The French do bread best.
That's why you should live in South Louisiana, Buck. New Orleans, Baton Rouge, Lafayette, Lake Charles or anywhere in-between up to 30-40 miles north of I-1O you can't go wrong on the French Bread bit. (although some will scoff at the product found in the more Anglicized Baton Rouge.)
Beautiful shot, fine automobile, and music for grownups. None better, finest kind. Northern California is busy catching up with the 1000 year drought, rain all night and most of today. Estimates are a foot of precip over the 24-hour span.Speakin of the music - I've often told the story of why I'm the only guy I know that never got hooked on rocknroll - the reason being that I figured out how to turn on a radio before I could walk, and inside was the world of 1945. Several years of Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Frank Sinatra, Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Bing Crosby, The Met on Saturday afternoons, Thelonius Monk, Bix Beiderbecke, Flatt and Scruggs, Bill Monroe, et al, made Bill Haley and Elvis seem pretty tame by the time they came along.And yeah, the last 70 years have availed amply opportunity to have it explained to me that I just don't have any appreciation for music.....
Rock and Roll lived from about 1962 till about 1972. After that they should have changed the name to something else (no suggestions here except along a vulgar line)... I actually started going to bars that had country bands, as I was a boozer not a druggie, and the women were slightly more sanitary... The music wasn't much better, but at least it was 150 dB less volume.
@ Rob: You ain't the ONLY guy. I was gonna bring up the C&W audience but Anon beat me to it. That said, I grew up in much the same circumstances as yerself and Mom gave me my earliest "music lessons," which included all the folks you mention... plus SHOW TUNES! ;-) But there was one thing radically different: Mom embraced R&R when it hit the scene and not just Elvis... she loved all of it. The Ol' Man? Not so much. We weren't allowed to play any R&R while he was in the house. Stay dry in all that rain, Rob.@Anon: It took me years and years before I appreciated country music, but it finally happened.
Nice fog you got there... shame if anything happened to it.That sort of thing always brings to mind foggy days and nights in Newport.
I like fog, as long as I don't have to drive in it. It's very mysterious.
"The fog comes in on little cats feet."
Just be polite... that's all I ask.