Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack...

... is gonna be all Ol' Blue Eyes, all the time.  Like this:


And, Gentle Reader, you might ask why is that?  Because we will be drinkin' home-built martinis this Happy Hour for the first time in years and years.  Like this:


We went and purchased stemware today, obtaining appropriate glasses for the occasion at hand and finally replacing what we discarded 12 years ago when we moved into El Casa Móvil De Pennington.  And a new cocktail shaker, while we were at it.  As for the Sinatra... well, that's a hat-tip to Mom and Dad, seein' as how Ol' Blue Eyes was usually the soundtrack to their Happy Hours in the way-back.

I have become my father.  But that ain't half-bad and I imagine the Ol' Man is smilin' from wherever he might be at the moment.  Cheers, Dad!

One more thing... I'm thinkin' we're running a BIG risk of hitting Stage Five* before this afternoon is over.  So be it, if that happens.  I ain't got anywhere to go and no one to answer to except me.

* Stage Five = "Fuck Dinner" and dinner MIGHT could be four or six gin-soaked olives.  The other nine stages o' drunkenness are here.

13 comments:

  1. HUGE Sinatra fan here.

    HUGE!

    Even though his broad popularity passed way before I came of age...man...I always LOVED his coolness.

    Great life story, too. Almost died at birth...the forceps scars, etc.

    Thanks. I think I'll turn on a Sinatra Channel on Pandora. It's been too long since I took the time to enjoy something really cool.

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    1. What a difference ten years makes, eh? (Between you and me.) Sinatra was routinely in the Top 40 when I was a kid and Mom always... ALWAYS... bought his new albums. Hell, he was still recording and on teevee when I was a young adult in the early '60s...

      I listened to Pandora's Sinatra station yesterday, but I DO have a four-disc retrospective set in my music library.

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  2. I don't understand how I could so often have visited those same stages without even knowing it? It's like I'm opaque or somethin.

    *I might have added "Teflon Man" as a subset of one of those stages, the duality in which one is still witty enough to carry on and drunk enough to get away with it all. ... Like dancing with a good friends wife, and lightly blowing down her (loose) top, as an example.

    For example.

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    1. I'm thinkin' "Teflon Man" is pretty close to "invisible," marc. Your example might could get ya hurt, too. ;-)

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  3. I love the music of my parent's day. It never grows old.

    Ooh Marc, good simile.

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  4. Sinatra - never goes out of style. Like a Chanel suit or a 1967 Shelby Mustang - classics in every respect.

    Sinatra - is always appropriate.

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  5. Most Sinatra, like all really good music, stands the test of time.

    By the way, this is the test of time: You're driving with the top down or windows open, playing a particular song. You stop at a red light and then someone younger (preferably the opposite sex, but either will do) pulls up in the lane beside you, his or her windows down. Are you embarrassed to have that person hear your choice of music? If not, it has withstood the test.

    (Side note: It doesn't matter what that person's reaction is to your music. It is YOUR reaction to the circumstances that's the important thing.)

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    1. Apropos o' nuthin'... TOO many kids today don't turn their music down, windows down or up. It ain't the music that bugs me so much... although it DOES, nine times outta ten... it's the secondary, sympathetic vibrations in my liver from over-boosted bass that pisses me off. You have no idea just how many times I've thought about putting three rounds into some asshat's dashboard.

      /rant

      Your point is generally well-taken, though.

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    2. I pretty much play music for only myself and I'm fairly certain it doesn't make a statement anyway... well, unless I'm playing the The Notorious Cherry Bombs performing It's Hard To Kiss The Lips At Night That Chew Your Ass Out All Day Long"

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  6. Nope, doesn't matter. It's my car, my music, my mood.

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  7. Jazz musicians used to say that Sinatra was the only guy whose singing/phrasing was like the way jazz is played..

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