But outside of that, I've no use for dough

[sovay]

Tonight I was told by the teller at the bank in Stop & Shop that my leather jacket makes me look like a Ravager from Guardians of the Galaxy. I told him that observation had made my evening.

Then I went home and spatch and I made steak tips with helljam (tamarind now permanently incorporated) and cheese grits on the side, much to the complaint of Autolycus who had to be locked out of the kitchen after he leapt onto the stovetop and began daintily licking melting butter out of the saucepan in a display of maximum chutzpah and minimum regard for flammability. I am presently in a somewhat endorphin-illuminated food coma, but I'm still pretty pleased.

Films I watched this weekend include A Dark Song (2016), The Ritual (2017), and Starred Up (2013), all of which I hope to write about because they are good, recent, and two of them made an excellent if unplanned double feature, but I don't know what I can promise with work and other commitments in advance of the 'Thon.

Torvill and Dean's free skate to the condensed Boléro is still unparalleled.

Comments

[negothick]

Your "Listening to" posts--and the quotations from the lyrics--reliably amaze me.
I didn't know anyone alive still knew that song, which comes out of the early Depression years. "Oh baby what I wouldn't do-oo-oo, with plenty of money and you." I incorporated it in my Depression-era musical revue "Just Around the Corner," set (where else?) on a street corner in 1933. My collaborator and I noticed that the songs of 1933 were either "cheer up, it will all be well" like this one, and "Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries," and "Just Around the Corner" (so let's have another cup of coffee, and let's have another piece of pie)--or else they were more realistic than any American popular songs had been before ("Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?" "Remember My Forgotten Man"). By coincidence, I'm again mounting a show with the star of that 1987 production, and we were just reminiscing about these songs.
Thanks for the memories--and the synchronicity.

[sovay]

Thanks for the memories--and the synchronicity.

You're welcome!

The Ink Spots were actually playing on spatch's computer as I made this post; he'd gotten "Java Jive" in his head, so he put on a compilation album it belonged to. But I know a fair amount of pop culture from the Depression. It's served me well over the years.