This episode of “30 Rock” with Susan Sarandon is ridiculously hilarious.
So much funny goodness.
No, I didn’t lock my keys in the car this morning on my way into work.
Nope. Wasn’t me.
Alas, this powdery matter known as pollen has made it abundantly clear that I am but a mere mortal.
Done with the minor torture of tax preparation.
What to do now? Ah yes, U2. The autobiography.
Wes Montgomery wasn’t even mentioned.
What’s up with that?
When asked, “Pops, what do you do with all that love?” while sorting through letters from around the world, Louis Armstrong answered, “It gets heavy, but I give it right back.”
This last chapter marks the last moments of Louis Armstrong and it’s breaking my heart. What a remarkable soul.
What I’ve been wanting to say but have been too distracted or tired to get out is that Dixieland, traditional and swing gives me music to dance to. I love it for that. Duke Ellington and Ella Fitzgerald give me music to fall in love to, but Miles Davis’ music is the first time I think of jazz music as music to make love to. Miles is one cool dude. From the looks of it, he came across as a prick, but in my travels I’ve learned that that’s the cost of being a leader or a trendsetter which is all synonymous with a barrier breaker. You can’t lead and not break barriers, it’s all very logical. If I have to withstand withering glares and catty chit chat behind my back to get shit done right, it’s worth it. But I think that is the cause of my dire craving for hugs (and ice cream).
I’m fully pro-commerce HOWEVER…the self-adhesive soul patch for bebop enthusiasts was plain egregious. C’mon now!