Showing posts with label Ella Fitzgerald. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ella Fitzgerald. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

December 12, 2018



Ella Fitzgerald: Jazz in the City series. #ArtOnLink by @kimikaedition.



Chili Dog.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

May 25, 2013



Just read this Biography of J.D. Salinger by Paul Alexander. Interesting stuff. There is a new movie and a Biography coming out soon supposedly with incredible revelations. I guess it will be like looking at a wreck, you don't want to but your curiosity will win out. This author's thesis is that Salinger's isolation was in itself a calculated publicity stunt to further his allure.



Picked this one up at the library, some interesting recipes. Will be testing a few out this weekend.



Also at the Library, Hitchcock. I always wanted to see San Francisco based on seeing Vertigo. Maybe someday I will go there.



Beer for the weekend is Sam Adams Summer Ale.



Lousy weather, time for indoor BBQ. George Foreman Grill with Sausages, Sliders and Hot Dogs. Doing a Lemon marinade for oven-baked Chicken Thighs. Sides are salad and BBQ Beans with Bourbon.



Heard this on XM Radio today, what a treat. The Nearness of You by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. Written by Ned Washington and Hoagy Carmichael.

Friday, May 13, 2011

May 13, 2011



I've officially declared Spring to be over. From here on in, only Summer Songs and Summer Ales.



Seh girl yuh pretty
Yuh face it pretty
But yuh character dirty
Gal yuh just a act too
Flirty flirty
Yuh run to Tom, Dick,
An also Harry
An when yuh find yuh mischief
Yuh talk bout yuh sorry
Sorry, sorry

Now every middle of the year dis girl go have abortion
Fi di coolie white Man, Indian no seek inna ((nail fun?))
An jus di other day me see her six months pregnant
Now she back buh sweet again without a baby inna pram

So yuh heard about this girl her name is Maxine
Her beauty's like a bunch of rose
An' if I ever tell you bout Maxine
You oughta say I don't know what I know (but)

Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote (Na nana)
Murder she wrote



DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince: Summertime.



See, I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
'Cause it's summer is here
I'm still waiting there
Winter is here and I'm still waiting there
Like I said,
It's been three years since I'm knocking on your door
And I still can knock some more
Ooh, girl, ooh, girl
Is it feasible, I wanna know now
For I to knock some more?



Pops and Ella, how can you top that?