The Wrecking Crew

I saw this documentary on the plane out to Portland.

It was fabulous and we watched it again this weekend.

It is on Netflix, well worth you time if like music from the 60's.

These are the guys that played for everyone from Sinatra to Pet Sounds by Brian Wilson.

Just a little smile

Sammy dog is not watching, he is listening.

Some young person in our little neighborhood is learning to play the trumpet.

And it was wonderful to listen.

Reminded me of New Orleans, would love to be planning a trip there right now.

Big Daddy made me cry

He came home to this mess of China and put music on the music thingy.

Dionne Warwick singing The April Fools.

Best movie ever, Peter Lawford being an asshole, Catherine Deneuve being beautiful and Jack Lemmon being an American idiot. What is not to love.

It took Big Daddy years to find me a copy on VHS, simply no longer available and it is so funny, key clubs and dancers in cages and guys going home in the bar car on the trains.

And it does not ever get better than Dionne Warwick singing. Except if it is Louis. Or Patsy. Maybe once in a while Elvis. God I miss music.

Had to edit this, I forgot Moon River and Frank and BD's relatives the Judds and Brenda Lee, did I ever tell you about our visits to Graceland?

Where do you wear your pajamas?

I know people who can't wait to get home and put on their jammies. I know people who plan parties so that they can wear their jammies with friends. I remember as kids we wore our jammies to the drive-in. I have friends that think a perfect day is never getting dressed. These people should move to Shanghai. I saw 2 men today walking the streets in their jammies. They were not together. One guys jammies said Happy Wedding all over them. He was about 100 years old. I don't want to think about that. Still have not seen the famous Hello Kitty jammies on the street.

For the 2 of you that read this blog you will be excited to hear I found a clock today. I can now tell time without sneaking into the bathroom and turning on the light. It is fabulous. It tells time and the date and the year and the temperature. Temp in Celsius. Want it in Fahrenheit. This may take time as Big Daddy is having trouble with the instructions. Had it once and it disappeared. I know, I got so good at millimeters I could eyeball mils, but I am older now and somewhat cranky. I have to learn grams. No more 2 pound smoked salmon. I just want to know how fucking hot it really is.

Apartment is filled with flowers. They are so inexpensive here and no cats to knock them over. Sorry for that, Punkin Head. Cats are a big learning curve.
Speaking of Punkin Head, best thing about the apartment is my iPod. Love my music, thanks for the help. Where did Charlie Pride come from?