I have already brought up the comforting and empathetic quality of Billie Holiday’s voice in an earlier post on gestures. This video is from the December 8, 1957, CBS television special, “The Sound of Jazz.” In this performance alongside some of the best Jazz musicians of her time, Lady Day (in her early 40s) is reunited with Lester Young with whom a riff had separated them for some time. In less than two years, Lester Young was to die, and then Billlie four months later. “Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on,” Billie sings here in “Fine and Mellow” which can be described as exactly that: fine and mellow.
Monthly Archives: November 2006
¿Seré yo o será el WiFi?
¿Seré yo que tiene el problema, o será uno de los efectos secundarios de pasar 12 horas diarias rodeado de routers WiFi en Alcobendas?
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El Madrid sin Zizou
Siento aburrir de nuevo a mis lectores con otro video más de Zidane. Pero hoy después de trabajar (a pesar de ser festivo) vine a casa con Berga y vimos parte del DVD “Como un sueño“. Luego al escuchar el partido de Champions por la radio entre Real Madrid y Steaua Bucarest, me di cuenta que el fútbol aburre sin Zizou. Así me puse a rebuscar videos suyos en Youtube y ahí encontré éste sobre su despedida del Bernabeau que incluye algunas de sus mejores actuaciones vestido de blanco.
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Time to Meander
In Elvis’ song “Viva Las Vegas“, he wishes there were more than 24 hours in a day. Like Elvis, I also wish there could be more than 24 hours in the day, but not for spending more time in Las Vegas. I don’t want more time for work or more time for pleasure either. Actually, with more than 24 hours a day, I would still work at the same pace and for the same amount of time. I just want a little more time. But with the extra hours, I could do everything other than work or leisure slower. I could meander. I don’t want to rush. I want to wake in the morning and take my time getting out of bed and eating breakfast. I want to get home from work and not feel in a hurry to fall asleep to be rested for the next day. I want to meander into sleep. I want to be exhausted but to postpone falling asleep. I want to simply take my time. I want to stare at nothing in particular. I want to meander. I want everything that is not essential to be cared for with delicacy as if essential. I want a little more time to meander between the commencement of the day and actually starting the day, and the fall of night and the night, between awakening and slumber. Those are the realms where life should be lived. I am even considering adding the title “Time to Meander” to my list of unwritten novels.
Filed under Digressions
Grave Error 