I don't know, my self-conscious overarching personality thinks I'm being...unrestrained...le gasp.
But sod it, I don't get to be myself in public as much as I would like without coming off as somewhat unhinged. Call it social filtering...
Anyway, I have something to share!
|Nat King Cole and Frank Sinatra - I love these men and have done for a very long time|
Oh early to mid 1900's Jazz...
When I play this or this et al its usually 3AM, I'm reading something and slipping into a delightful state of satiation sans alcohol. As much as something velvety in a dinky glass might excuse the less-than-sober swaying around the room.
I don't want to be one of the 'those were the days' and 'I should have been born in XYZ year' people but I'm not going to deny being charmed by the highlights of the era.
The flapper beads, scratch of the gramophone needle, ma'am's and sir's, fedoras, worldly-wise music that still managed to maintain poignancy with innocence and a love of life despite the obstacles of the period, manners and quaint convention, accents and articulate speech and swinging on through the good and bad. It was an age of tough-it-out men and women and its spirit is beautiful.
I love that we can appreciate these dated things now and precociously claim nostalgia about a time we never lived in through visions of smokey-lit bars with their dark, intimate corners, swirling martinis and soulful music.
I leave you with the immortal Nina Simone.