Quote of the day -- Michael Ondaatje: floating barracuda in the brain
As my regular reader will know, i, for the sins of my previous life, make my living as a cook.
My restaurant, as do most beaneries nowadays, has a satellite muzak feed, and sometimes ours is tuned to the 50's pop music channel. One of the most dire decades in the history of popular music (IMFFHO). Some of it i like, i confess -- Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Fats Domino, i can listen to those dudes all night. But they didn't rule the decade. Instead it was utter horrors like Bobby Vinton, Frankie Avalon, Jimmy Clanton, Neil Sedaka (oh, egregious Neil!) (possibly the smarmiest singer in the history of western civilisation) and, on the distaff side, Annette Funicello, Shelley Fabares, Tami Yuro....
Do you remember the Tim Burton film "Mars Attacks!"? When the Martians hear the music of Slim Whitman, their heads explode. I know the feeling!
GTG and listen to some Hendrix now -- ah, the sixties and seventies -- now that's what i call music!