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  • mistermuse 1:00 am on December 1, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: culture, , , I'll Take Tallulah, , Jimmy Dorsey, , , , , Tangerine, TINA, Tommy Dorsey,   

    IT’S T TIME 

    It’s T time — time once again to take to the links and “T” off. Our first link, as I post this in the wee small hours of the morning, is a tune that goes through a roll call of maids-in-waiting. As you will hear, Frank’LL TAKE TALLULAH. (It dawns on me that come the Don, Frankel take her too, or I miss my bet*):

    *referring to our friend Don Frankel, fellow unofficial member of the Frank Sinatra fan club

    Four years after the above 1944 recording, another T came into Sinatra’s life:

    As you may know, Tina is the name of Sinatra’s ‘other’ daughter (Nancy being the older and more celebrated of the two). So how did Tina really feel about her famous father?

    We started with a WW II era song from a movie, and we’ll close with another: Johnny Mercer’s TANGERINE, from THE FLEET’S IN (1942). The orchestra this time is Jimmy Dorsey’s (brother of Tommy, who took Tallulah aboard Ship Ahoy in the first clip):

    If the last clip, in particular, shows its age and looks/sounds quaint to us today, remember this is what your parents or grandparents listened and danced to in their day ….and you would have done the same in their place. Truth be told, aren’t most of us captives of the culture we’re in? I may be spitting into the wind, but it strikes me that we’re stuck in shallow water if we think there is only ‘now.’ Why so many have so little interest in where we came from is beyond me. It might tell us how we got here. It might even help tell us where to go (not that I would ever do such a thing).


    • scifihammy 5:41 am on December 1, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      I love that last clip. It reminds me exactly of the kind of music my Mum loved to listen to. And they could really sing in those days – not like now! (Seems the Video is more important than the music these days!)
      I think it’s fascinating to find out things from the past.

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      • mistermuse 7:29 am on December 1, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        I’m glad you like finding out things from the past, because there aren’t a lot of things more past than me. I’m so ancient, my dreams about girls are re-runs (as the old joke goes). 😦

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        • scifihammy 9:33 am on December 1, 2017 Permalink

          hahaha And oh dear! 😀
          But you may be surprised to learn I’m pretty sure I’m around your age and I always believe you’re as young as you feel . . Either that or I’m having my second childhood!
          Anyway, thank you for the great post as always 🙂

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    • Don Frankel 8:40 am on December 1, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Muse, I never heard Tallulah and a nice piece of music too.

      The story I heard behind the song Tina is that after Nancy with the Laughing Face was such a big hit, Sinatra had to have a song for his other daughter. And you’re right if you like a subject you really need to know its history.

      But people need to know history, period. I was speaking to someone last week and Thanksgiving comes up and I’m stunned as I start talking about it that the guy I’m talking to has no idea what the holiday is all about. When it comes to history in this country it sort of amazes me how little we know.

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      • mistermuse 9:17 am on December 1, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Don. BTW, in case you didn’t notice it in the second sentence of my post, 8 of the words come from the title of one of Sinatra’s most popular albums: IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNING. The reason I know it is I own it.


    • arekhill1 2:27 pm on December 1, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Can’t think of a T song to add to yours, Sr. Muse, but I’ve solved your X problem.

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      • mistermuse 4:16 pm on December 1, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Xena would have to age about 30 more years to qualify as an oldie in my book, Ricardo….and I doubt that she would appreciate being accorded oldie status just for the privilege of solving my X problem. So, though I appreciate the thought, unfortunately this doesn’t change the concession I’ve made about having to X-clude X from post-consideration.


    • Don Frankel 7:35 pm on December 1, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Muse, I caught that and that’s why I came up with “how little we know”.

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    • Madame Vintage 2:11 pm on December 4, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      It’s always Tea time for moi. The song in honour of Sinatras daighter -Tina is very admirable and in return to hear her speak of her father in such a ‘normal’ way. Tangerine being my favourite one here. It’s a beautiful orchestra which I favour the sound of quite fondly. It’s funny how were told not to grow up so quickly yet I always had a fondness for things that went beyond my years. Now nearing 30, I appreciate exploring such eras moreso with a passion, sadly not many people in my social friendship feel the same way.

      Sincerely Sonea


  • mistermuse 12:01 am on March 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , clocks, , Helen Forrest, , , Jimmy Dorsey, , , , , , spring forward, ,   


    Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save. –Will Rogers

    • * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

    Daylight Saving Time arrives on March 13, when, under penalty of painful death or being forced to watch GOP debate videos every day for the rest of your life (you may find death preferable), by law you must arise at 2 a.m. to set clocks ahead one hour….or, if you don’t wish to get up at 2 a.m., you can simply stay up, which many all-night carousers among my readers do anyway (not naming names, of course, but you know who you are).

    As a retiree, I have neither caroused nor set an alarm clock for years, so this presents a problem. On the one hand — which, by the way, many timepieces no longer have, much less two hands (they now have digitalis or some such new-fangled technology) — I may just ignore Big Bro and risk the consequences. On the other hand, I could drink a gallon of coffee, stay up, and when the time comes, set my clocks ahead –or is it back — one hour?

    Last year, my wife reminded me of an easy way to remember which is which: in spring, spring forward; in fall, fall back….to which I said, “Fine — if it’s so easy, you get up and do it.” Unfortunately, my wife has no sense of humor and cleaned my clock. By the time I came to, it was too past two, so I thought to hell with it, and fell back to sleep. Who needs Daylight Saving Time anyway? If there must be a Saving Time, there ought to be a

    To my fellow earth-and-time-sharing fellow Americans, Mexicans, Franciscans, Anglicans, Wiccans, pelicans, toucans of Cannes who can cancan as too few can….and even Republicans: as you know, these are mean times we’re in. It’s enough to drive you cuckoo. I say it’s time to tune out, take a break, and enjoy some timeless old time songs:

    A note on There’ll Come A Time, played by Frank Trumbauer’s Orchestra featuring the great and legendary 1920s cornetist Bix Beiderbecke: Bix was born on this day, March 10, 1903 (less than two years after his friend, Louis Armstrong), and died tragically young of alcoholism/pneumonia at age 28. Actually, Bix Beiderbecke never died….he just ran out of time. His sound was so transcendent, remembered guitarist Eddie Condon, it hit you where you lived, “like a girl saying yes.”

    I see by ye olde clock on yawnder wall that it’s past midnight. Time to Hit the Road to Dreamland* — but that’s another song for another day.

    *by Harold Arlen & Johnny Mercer, 1942




    • Midwestern Plant Girl 6:27 am on March 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Losing an hours sleep is a huge deal for my body. My brain thinks its just got sent to another continent with the jet lag I get 😴😩
      I’ll be back to normal in a few weeks. …

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      • mistermuse 8:13 am on March 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Never let it be said that mistermuse won’t help a damsel in distress. Here’s a list of countries that have & don’t have Daylight Saving Time:

        As you can see, to escape DST, you could move to Hawaii (but then, who would want to live in paradise? 🙂 ), or even some parts of Canada (if you don’t mind freezing your plants off!). Or you could just stay put and get back to normal in a few weeks (unlike mistermuse, who will never be normal). 😦

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        • Midwestern Plant Girl 8:44 am on March 10, 2016 Permalink

          Normal is sooooo overrated!
          Let’s enjoy our quirkiness 😍😉

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    • linnetmoss 6:35 am on March 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I do love my Chevalier! What a great song 🙂 Now MisterMuse, I’m sure Monsieur would agree with me that as a retiree, you ought to be carousing!

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      • mistermuse 8:27 am on March 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Well, that depends on whether you mean Monsieur Chevalier or Monsieur Muse who would agree. If it’s the latter, Mademoiselle Muse might not only clean my clock, but make my remaining time on earth a lot shorter than I was hoping for. 😦 🙂

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    • Don Frankel 9:57 am on March 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      While a lot of my clocks are computerized and they switch automatically some are still in the 20th Century and well the next day I never quite know what time is, it as it goes by…

      Which of course leads me to this one and no musical rendition of time would be complete without it.

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      • mistermuse 2:07 pm on March 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        You got that right, Don – but as much as I dig As Time Goes By (and get pretty tired doing it, ha ha), there are time songs I like even more, including this one:

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    • arekhill1 11:38 am on March 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Some idiot politician out here wants to eliminate DST out here, on the grounds that the one hour life-lag it induces is too dangerous for Californians to endure. The nanny state would rather the sun start streaming through the blinds at 5 AM in San Diego in June.


    • mistermuse 2:31 pm on March 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I think it’s safe to say that most Californians (& Americans) would find it much more dangerous if voters don’t eliminate DJT (Donald J. Trump) from becoming Pres. Nonetheless, if that idiot politician wants more daylight, maybe he should get behind a Sunshine Law to make the political process more transparent.


    • Don Frankel 6:05 pm on March 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Great recording Muse and well she’s just the best.


    • mistermuse 9:56 pm on March 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Don, when you have a great song (written by Vincent Youmans, Harold Adamson & Mack Gordon) sung by a great vocalist (Billie Holiday) accompanied by great musicians (including Lester Young, Roy Eldridge & Teddy Wilson), it’s time to say it doesn’t get any better than this.


    • Jane 8:02 am on March 11, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I love the Will Rogers quote. I often reflect on how many time saving devices we have and yet our days seem so, so busy still! Now that we have email and mobile phones, people expect immediate responses. So while I am very thankful that I’m not slaving over a fire to cook or having to grind and bake my own bread by hand (or am dying of infection from lack of antibiotics), I do wonder why we seem to still be filling up our days with stuff meant to make our lives more efficient but that in reality don’t. That’s why I love walking in the wild – it’s peaceful and being disconnected from the modern world is soothing to the mind. I end up being more productive mentally. In this way, slowing down help me work better in the end. Am I making sense? As for daylight saving, we don’t have it in Queensland. I prefer not to have it, but I guess I am influenced by all the years living on farms where the animals have their own routine based on when the sun rises, not on an artificial time piece. We have plenty of daylight hours here though. I expect it is more useful for people in other parts of the world, who don’t? I always enjoy your posts, even if I don’t get the chance to comment. 🙂

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    • mistermuse 9:02 am on March 11, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Jane, if anyone ever calls you “Plain Jane,” take it as a compliment, because you know how to lead the good life….and thank you for the kind words at the end. 🙂

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    • tomorrowdefinitely 5:13 pm on March 11, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      timely musings and great comments as always 🙂 I have to add my own favourite time song:

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    • mistermuse 5:45 pm on March 11, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I thought I had a few Charles Aznavour records in my collection, but in checking, I do not (though I do own a number of Jean Sablon & other French male vocalists). In any case, I like the song and thank you very much for the clip.


    • BroadBlogs 6:15 pm on March 11, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Look forward to DST! Nice to have tunes to accompany it.

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    • restlessjo 2:52 am on March 23, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      We could write a book about time or the lack of, couldn’t we? Thanks for the smiles 🙂

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    • mistermuse 5:38 am on March 23, 2016 Permalink | Reply


  • mistermuse 12:00 am on February 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Dorothy Lamour, February 29, Hannibal Missouri, , , Jimmy Dorsey, Karen Carpenter, Leap Day birthdays, Leap Year, , , , ,   


    On Leap Day (Feb. 29), according to an ancient Irish custom, a woman is permitted to propose to a man, who must accept, or pay a penalty. Thus, being of part-Irish descent, my thoughts this day turn — or should I say, leap— to love. Ah, L’AMOUR! Ah, LAMOUR (Dorothy Lamour, that is — she of silver screen memory and part-Irish descent). Sure, and I  still don’t know why she didn’t propose to this dear boy back in those saronged “ROAD” movie days, being as close as the first row of the darkened theater, and I only 22 years younger than she. When love dreams have gone so cruelly unrequited, ’tis THE END OF THE WORLD — one might just as well d(r)ive off a suitable cliff. For example:

    Click LOVE ROCKS

    Now, if I were a cynic, I might postulate that the daring young man in the flying machine was under the influence of something more substance-tive than love that didn’t click. But this happened in the hallowed Hannibal of our beloved Mark Twain, who coincidentally wrote of a Lover’s Leap called Maiden’s Rock (named for a beautiful Sioux maiden) in his book LIFE ON THE MISSISSIPPI….so let us not jump to judgment.

    Maiden’s Rock and the Lover’s Leap in Hannibal are, of course, but two of many such sites in America and beyond (including one of legendary leaps from a rocky waterfall on the Glencree River, County Wicklow, Ireland). If your love dreams are on the rocks and you’re thinking of taking the plunge, but don’t know where you’d make the biggest splash,

    look here BEFORE YOU LEAP

    On a happier note, Feb. 29 is a good day to be born because your birthday only comes around every four years. That may put a serious crimp in the number of birthday presents you get, but who wouldn’t exchange that shortfall for quadruple the longevity? I’ll admit I don’t personally know anyone who’s lived to near age 400, probably because such persons cheat and celebrate their non-leap year birthdays on Feb.28 or March 1. Oh, well — who can blame them for not wanting to depend on Depends for the last 300 years of their lives?

    But I do know of some of the statistically 1 in 1461 people born on Feb. 29 — people like Jimmy Dorsey, the 1930s-40s Big Band leader; Dinah Shore, the 1940s band vocalist and 1950s-60s TV & recording star; and Michèle Morgan, a French actress who came to the U.S. when Germany invaded France in 1940, and returned after the war. Though little known outside France, she has the distinction of having played opposite Frank Sinatra in his first starring role in the film Higher and Higher (1943), and she almost landed the female lead in Casablanca opposite Humphrey Bogart, but RKO wouldn’t release her to Warner Bros. for the sum of money offered. She is still with us on this, her 96th birthday.

    Should we end where we started, leaving the dashed dreams of life and romance on the precipice, as lamented here by Karen Carpenter (born March 2nd)? Don’t they know it’s THE END OF THE WORLD?

    Or, should we get a grip, and tell February 29 to take a flying leap? Forward, March!


    • Midwestern Plant Girl 6:04 am on February 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Ah 2/29.
      It sure gets its fanfare!
      Happy leap day!

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    • linnetmoss 7:57 am on February 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Didn’t know about the Lover’s Leap in Co. Wicklow. They must be universal. Even Sappho talks about a Lover’s Leap…

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    • mistermuse 8:10 am on February 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      One would think Lover’s Leaps are universal, but I googled Lover’s Leaps in France during my research for this post, and came up empty. No doubt, my readers from the land of l’amour know more than Google, and can-can leap to fill in the gap.


    • ladysighs 8:43 am on February 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I love your posts and how you tie your words/thoughts together. You always give interesting and little know facts ( Michèle Morgan — for one) and end the presentation with ….. well The End. Karen Carpenter or course is sad. But she somehow made the sadness she sang about seem a little less sad.

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      • mistermuse 11:28 am on February 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I appreciate your comment (it’s always good to be appreciated). And what you say about Karen Carpenter is so true. Such a beautiful voice and such a young age to meet her maker. I recommend to those who aren’t familiar with the details of her life and death, to Google her name.

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    • arekhill1 10:44 am on February 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Leap Day, to my mind, is the least of the February holidays, dwarfed by the immensely more significant Groundhog Day, which at least has the decency to come around every year. But thanks for the clip of “Don’t Say No,” which happens to be the first song I ever slow-danced to.


    • mistermuse 11:47 am on February 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      If nothing else, Groundhog Day is a helluva great movie, and Leap Day has yet to make a title appearance on film….an oversight which some creative director and writers should look into.


    • carmen 1:01 pm on February 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Wouldn’t you know it? There’s a Lover’s Leap very close to where I live! 🙂 Happy Leap Day to you, mistermuse!!

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    • mistermuse 3:06 pm on February 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      And to you as well, Carmen. If I may make a suggestion, why don’t you write a post sometime about that nearby Lover’s Leap, complete with pix? No doubt there is a history there, and perhaps you could dig up a legend or story or two which I’m sure your readers (including me) would find interesting. 🙂


      • carmen 4:33 pm on February 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Food for thought! 🙂

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        • Michaeline Montezinos 7:10 am on March 1, 2016 Permalink

          I don’t think Ground Hog Day is as significant a holiday as Valentine’s Day. I have not heard of a Lovers Leap yet here in Florida. Chances are if one would jump off a small hill he or she would land in the water. My Grandmother, Joanna Blajda, was born on February 29 but I don’t think she ever celebrated her birthday at all. She was one of many immigrants from Poland , probably because of the war. A no nonsense lady who treated her grandchildren with great care and much love..

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    • Don Frankel 7:16 am on March 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      How do you know when it’s a leap year? We elect President’s in leap years. Talk abut look before you leap.


      • mistermuse 9:39 am on March 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Excellent point, Don. I’d never thought about the fact that Presidential election years and Leap Years coincide (as if the campaign season wasn’t long enough without the extra day).


    • mistermuse 9:31 am on March 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Michaeline, there are molehills in my back yard higher than almost any promontories in Florida. I leveled one that would’ve caused instant death to any lovelorn mole contemplating a leap from its summit, and several others that would’ve resulted in crippling injuries. But do those moles appreciate my solicitude? No, they just keep making more mountains out of molehills like they’re in a competition to impress the objects of their affections by the size of their protuberances.

      I guess bigger is better, even among moles.


    • Mél@nie 11:46 am on March 4, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      ah, l’amour… encore et toujours l’AMOUR!!! 🙂

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  • mistermuse 5:27 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Bix, Fud Livingston, I'm Through With Love, , Jimmy Dorsey, , Red Nichols,   


    There’s a new link called “Jazz Between The Wars” on my Blogroll, by way of reader Ken Hagel giving a Like to my previous post. That like led me to check out his Jazz blog, which in turn led to one of his posts I found particularly interesting, titled “You Took Advantage Of Me” (Nov. 14). I look forward to re-visiting Ken’s blog from time to time for more goodies from those golden years of jazz.

    For now, I’d like to expand a bit on the subject of that Nov. 14 piece, Joseph “Fud” Livingston. For one thing, I was curious as to how he got that curious nickname, “Fud.” But, though I spent nearly an hour researching Google sites and my own jazz books, I could find no record of how, or at what age, that name was acquired — so I remain befuddled (get it — befuddled — ha ha ha). Perhaps it came from a boyhood fondness for fudge, but that’s just a guess (OK, I’m fudging….but when it comes to fudge, what else would I do).

    In any case, Fud was no dud as a 1920s-30s clarinetist, saxophonist and arranger for such jazz giants as Red Nichols, Bix Beiderbecke, Benny Goodman and Jimmy Dorsey. He also wrote songs, including the great standard I’m Through With Love (1931 – lyrics by Gus Kahn). A native of Charleston, South Carolina (born April 10, 1906), he was an alcoholic who died at age 50, reportedly a broken man. Nonetheless (quoting Jack McCray of the Charleston Jazz Initiative), Fud “was charming, charismatic, had a great sense of humor….and he never met a person with whom he couldn’t have a good time.”

    Quoting Fud’s nephew, Wm. Gaffield: Upon entering a nightclub, Fud would slip the doorman a $20 bill for a front row seat, whereupon he would be recognized by the bandleader who would then have his band play ‘I’m Thru With Love’ while the house spotlight was turned upon the table with Fud and his date.
    The man obviously knew how to impress his lady friends.

    And I hope you will be impressed by his song, sung here by Marilyn Monroe in this clip from SOME LIKE IT HOT (1959):

    • arekhill1 8:39 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Unfortunately, nowadays FUD is a brand of Mexican lunchmeat–(to which I can attest–I’ve eaten the stuff) or an acronym for Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt. It’s easy to see why they call them the good old days.


    • mistermuse 11:42 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      “Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt” sounds like a good name for an agnostic rock band. There may actually be such a band, but I’m not dying to know. I can live with Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt.


    • Don Frankel 5:04 am on November 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Keep ’em alive Muse, keep ’em alive. I never heard of this guy but I definitely knew the music. As to being befuddled not to worry, as “Well, nobody’s perfect!”


    • mistermuse 8:14 am on November 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Nobody’s perfect? Speak for yourself, Don — ha ha ha. But seriously, folks – for anyone who doesn’t know where the quote “Well, nobody’s perfect!” comes from, it’s the perfect closing line in SOME LIKE IT HOT.


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