louise on the left (coast)

So, once again, the blog, jacked UP jazz has given this white lady something to really ponder by posting this clip from the little known short film called "The Session."* Check it out: Best line in the film clip: "Three negroes, two Saabs and a Volvo and a gallon of motherfuckin spring water ain't no tools for no revolution." Thanks, again, to jacked UP Jazz for finding more cool insights about our culture that, frankly, I may never have discovered prior to stumbling across this very cool blog . Could any of my posts make it more clear how much my favorite TV show was always The Mod Squad? (and never, never, never The Brady Bunch. Sorry, but it gives me the creeps to even think about that damn show.) Whatever. I still just want to be "Julie" when I grow up, and save the world. *More about this film: "This short film inspired the feature film "D.R.O.P. Squad" and was produced in 1988. Based on a short story called "The Depro

Thanks to jacked UP jazz I stumbled across a recording artist, I'd never heard of before, Beverly Kenney. Something about her voice captures that jovial, yet slightly wistful period of time just after Christmas, yet right before New Year's Eve. A period of time I, inexplicably, associate with New York City. An association that makes even less sense considering I no longer live there. However, despite my lapse of logic, something about mid-century recordings of female jazz vocalists will forever remind me of late winter nights in Manhattan. Nights when normally manic people linger late over irish coffee just to watch snow fall into once busy city streets. Magical nights when the only thing coming down 8th Avenue is a brave yellow cab driver silently sailing to destinations unknown. Again, Thanks to "jacked UP jazz" for posting this.