Thursday, February 26, 2009

A Favorite Blossom Dearie ...

****** Blossom Dearie died on Saturday, February 7 this year in her Greenwich Village apartment. This video is a perfect example of Blossom's understated delivery, and what I like best is the tempo. Typically, she conveys a parfait lightness as well undeniable swing and charm.

I believe this video quickly made the YouTube circuit immediately after the announcement of her passing, but I'd like to share it with those of you who may have missed seeing it, to remind us all of how unique and wonderful she was.

I confess I'm also attempting for the first time to successfully embed a video in my post. Other Bloggers I admire practice this technology with flawless frequency. I knew I had to find out how to do it. Hope this works. I'm learning as I go, which is probably painfully obvious. In any case, for those who loved Blossom as much as I did, here's a treat just for you.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Mail Bag, Etc.

***** I am always pleased to hear from anyone who wishes to add a comment to one of my posts. If you wish to contact me directly, please visit my web site where you will find a "Contact" button. I received a perfectly lovely bit of mail from a Dublin correspondent to which I replied immediately.

The reason I'm bringing all this up today is that I haven't received return mail from this charming man, and I'm wondering if he may have a Spam Filter in place. This reliable barrier to unwanted/unsolicited material is highly effective, but if one doesn't periodically comb through the good and bad mail, Ms. Sloane may give the highly inaccurate impression that she deliberately ignored the initial correspondence. It is my habit to type "Reply from Carol Sloane" in the subject line to more easily identify it as friendly and decidedly harmless. I welcome any dialogue about my work and questions you may have, and I'm grateful that you take the trouble to write. So, check that Filter!


Week started with a bit of a jolt: I felt some pressure in my chest which persisted for 48 hours even when bombarded with just about every available OTC med. The thorough and reliable WebMd informed me that women seem especially prone to ignore such symptoms, dismissing them as severe and persistent indigestion. Not a good interpretation. So, to come down on the side of caution, I decided to get a proper diagnosis.

Buck jumped out of his deep sleep when, at 3AM, I quietly whispered in his ear: "Why don't we take a little ride to the ER at Melrose-Wakefield Hospital", a mere five miles away. Of course, they kept me overnight for observation, and I underwent a stress test and two sets of image exams. As a result, two new pills are added to my daily intake, and after these few short days on the regimen, I am pain free and feeling top hole. (I've been reading Lord Peter Wimsey stories, forgive me).


Apart from the hospital stay, my brain continues to churn away, spinning song titles and dancing through melodies in anticipation of a new recording project for the Arbors Label. I'd like to be in the studio before year's end. Wish me luck.

Cheers, until next time!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009


****** I have no idea what could be wrong, but I am unable to type a title for this post. When I attempt to, here is what pops up: ;ोस्सोम, and that doesn't translate here. It's an ampersand/number sign followed by a series of four numbers. How strange. Leaving a message at Google hasn't brought a single word of help or advice. I'm not even certain this message will publish. But, fingers crossed, here goes:

****** Today's Title was to have been R.I.P.Blossom Dearie. She was a one-of-a-kind personality singer/pianist who was an acquaintance but not a close friend, and she died in her Greenwich Village, New York home on Saturday, February 7th. She was 82 years old. Hers was a voice of exquisite delicacy along with a gentle, confident sense of swing. There are dozens of Blossom Dearie YouTube videos you can take a look at. One of my favorites is her version of "The Surrey With The Fringe On Top" taken at a civilized tempo performed on The Tonight Show hosted by Jack Paar. I suggest you see and hear Blossom for yourself. Enjoy.


Mail this week has brought a delightful surprise message from an old friend I've not seen or heard from in ages who tells me he has been living in Costa Rica for eight years and loves every second of it. I can't wait to learn more about the country and his life-style in the tropical paradise. I also received a post from Max Bennett, the bass player on "Kinda Groovy" which is mentioned in "That Was The Week That Was" below, dated 2/2/2009. I hope some of you have visited the url which I included so that you can hear Jimmy Rowles singing "A Porter's Love Song To A Chambermaid". Otherwise, this has been an exceptionally quiet week, keeping tabs on the discussions and maneuverings of D.C. politicians debating the Stimulus Package, finishing my P.D. James book, and last night and Monday night, watching the delightful parade of canines otherwise known as The Annual Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show which takes place in February each year at Madison Square Garden in NYC. A thoroughly charming Sussex spaniel named Stump captured Best In Show. Quite an achievement for this animal: he came out of retirement to compete, and is 70-years old by human standards. We were especially thrilled about the win since he was our choice too. I know his image closed out many a news broadcast today.

But February's dog show is the highlight of this lengthy, chilly winter season. Football games are no more, the Australian Open's complete, the Red Sox are just starting their spring training sessions in Florida, The Masters Golf Tournament starts in a month, leaving sports viewing in this house focused on the Boston Celtics (Buck and I are not hockey fans) who are managing to defend their Championship status. We are very fond of the team and its coach.

****** Speaking of sports, several wonderful men in my life introduced me to their favorite sport and I in turn became a fan: my Dad (and Mother too, it must be said) gave me baseball; Bob Brookmeyer gave me football; Jimmy Rowles gave me tennis; my husband gave me basketball. The excitement of a basketball game hadn't penetrated my senses even when I lived in North Carolina. I was singing in a beautiful club in Chapel Hill one night when a slight commotion occured at the entrance and right in the middle of me singing a most heartfelt ballad. When I later asked who'd caused the ruckus, they said: "James Worthy came in." "Who's James Worthy?" said I to the incredulous people around me. Hero of the day, star of the team. James Worthy

****** There is a book with the intriguing title "Lark & Termite" by Jayne Anne Phillips, Knopf, sitting on my bedside table, begging me to plunge into its unknown depths, so I will finish for this evening. My hope that my Blog problem can be addressed successfully within the next forty-eight. By the way: What are you currently reading?