Happy VD

In an attempt to get into the spirit of this malignant holiday, I thought I would share with you a romantic little tune, sung by the late Blossom Dearie.

Be My Baby

I was listening to BBC radio this morning and heard that Estelle Bennett, sister of Veronica "Ronnie" Spector who with Nedra Talley was one third of the Ronettes has passed away.

It has been over 40 years since this song hit the airwaves, when I was just a wee Ganome, dreaming of the day that I too would be able to wear my hair in a beehive and get some white go-go boots.

A lot has changed, but I still love this song which is always featured when I am playing the soundtrack of my childhood inside my head.

Blossom Dearie

You may or may not have heard, Blossom Dearie passed away Saturday. I remember first hearing about her as teenager, reading "The New Yorker" in the library at my high school in rural Vermont. Blossom Dearie gave me a vision of a city that was far more exciting and sophisticated than the cow town I was living in. Eventually, I landed in Boston which, while more exciting and sophisticated than Bomoseen Vermont, none the less fell short of Manhattan. Almost 40 years have passed since I first heard Blossom Dearie but her voice still brings back a small part of a 15 year old sitting in a high school library dreaming of an exciting life in the city.

I think the song I will always remember best is her rendition of "Satin Doll". I couldn't find that particular song on Youtube, so instead this is Ms. Dearie singing an Irving Berlin tune.



We'll miss you Blossom.

Another birthday

As you may have read, Doris turned 83 Saturday. As these things go, while I may feel like the old lady is getting, well... old, it doesn't really effect my perception of my own mortality too much.

However, 34 years ago today, Daddy's precious little angle came into the world. I cannot believe my teenage daughter is in fact 34 years old and has a kid of her own that is now in high school.

Any associated number with my own age really doesn't bother me one way or the other. But this having an adult child crap can really make the years weigh you down a bit. At any rate, happy birthday kid!