Wednesday, February 13, 2008

A new Blog and some updating ...

I have recently become acquainted with a passionate jazz fan who states his views and preferences with the zeal and pure delight more often related to the sense of wonder and joyous discovery many of us experienced as teen-ages. An adolescent he is not, but rather a guitar player/published author who expresses his enthusiasm with vigor and insight. He calls his new Blog "Jazz My Two Cents Worth" and a click of your mouse will enable you to savor his opinions too. Look to the right.

It's been some time since I posted, but the Domestic Sciences have consumed all daylight hours, i.e., the painters will be in next week, sooooooo the much needed task of sorting out, disposing of and quibbling over what to keep and not to keep (my husband is a Major Pack Rat) has made this a truly jolly time for us. The fact that we are still speaking is in itself a brilliant accomplishment. Combine our sometimes heated discussion about an item's value, occuring during this most dull and boring of months, and our patience is put to the supreme test. Pitchers and catchers report in 18 hours and some minutes FINALLY, a time for rejoicing as we draw closer to the official start of the Boston Red Sox Spring Training schedule. Otherwise, the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show is the only February highlight for TV viewing, and that was over last night. A very sweet animal named Uno, a 15-inch Beagle also known as Ch. K-Run’s Park Me In First, won Best Of Show. We applauded wildly and we are cat people, so you have some idea of how tedious February is. It's usually longer than any other month no matter what the calendar tells you, but of course, that's only if you live in New England.

In New York recently, columnist Will Friedwald told me this: If Renee Rosnes had married Mickey Rooney instead of Bill Charlap, she'd now be Mrs. Renee Rooney.

2 comments:

jpf_37 said...

Glad to finally have you back!

A similar thought to Will Friedwald's came to me a few years ago:

If pianist Jutta Hipp had married Herbie Mann, she would've been known as Jutta Mann. Not funny, unless you know her first name was pronounced as "Yoota."

Sloane said...

If you're old enough to remember Jutta Hipp, I will assume you're familiar with the guitar-playing hipster Slim Gaillard, who sprinkled his conversations with his own jargon in which everything was "groovy-tooty" or any words he chose to express himself. Here's a famous example:


Slim Gaillard being introduced to Mickey Rooney for the first time:

Slim : Hey Man, what’s your name?

Mickey: Micky Rooney

Slim: That’s cool! What’s your last name?