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Reset Forty-Eight, Day Thirty-One
Mar. 17th, 2023 01:13 pmBugger!
I got sleepy early Thursday night and went to bed around half past ten, expecting to wake up after four or five hours, but in fact I didn't get up until about half past six this morning. When I turned off the computer before going to bed it had an update to do. When I booted it up this morning it was slow, as it often is after an update, but then it got very cranky and I had to reload the browser, twice, and finally rebooted the computer itself. It finally got its act together, but the whole rigmarole of putzery had distracted me from the fact that the first thing I'd intended to do was check LJ (and Dreamwidth) and post an entry. I've only just remembered.
Well, there wasn't much to say about Thursday anyway. It was fairly crappy, though the weather was sunny and mildish, and I got to hear the mockingbird. Today is not much different, and tomorrow probably won't be either. Rain is likely to return on Sunday, and there could be several more rainy days through the rest of March. April is apparently still a big secret. I don't know that I'll stick around for it anyway. I'm feeling pretty close to total exhaustion. My jaw has gotten very sore, and I think it might be a wisdom tooth related thing. Or a heart attack. Sort of hoping it's a heart attack, as I'd rather be dead than have to deal with a wisdom tooth. Unwise? Perhaps, but not to me.
Back in the early 1960s a singer named Timi Yuro (it sounds Japanese, but she was Italian American) had a couple of big hit records before gradually sinking into near-obscurity despite releasing several albums. One balmy spring night in early 1964 a friend and I made a twenty-mile trek to Long Beach to see her at a no-alcohol night club that admitted teenagers, and she gave a good performance. A couple of days ago while searching YouTube for something else, I stumbled across an album she made in 1964 which I had not known about. It was a collection of jazz/pop standards, which turned out to have been quite well suited to her evocative contralto voice and styling, very similar to Dinah Washington's. I especially like her rendition of Ned Washington and Victor Young's 1949 movie score title song "My Foolish Heart," though the arrangement (by the late Bobby Scott, who was a very talented composer and arranger, though often displaying some rather poor judgement, as he did on this track with some intrusive but not fatal piano tinklings) could have been better. Yuro, who sadly died of throat cancer in 2004 at the age of 63, was in splendid form at 24. I can't believe I overlooked this album then, but I'm glad I've finally discovered it before kicking the bucket myself.
I got sleepy early Thursday night and went to bed around half past ten, expecting to wake up after four or five hours, but in fact I didn't get up until about half past six this morning. When I turned off the computer before going to bed it had an update to do. When I booted it up this morning it was slow, as it often is after an update, but then it got very cranky and I had to reload the browser, twice, and finally rebooted the computer itself. It finally got its act together, but the whole rigmarole of putzery had distracted me from the fact that the first thing I'd intended to do was check LJ (and Dreamwidth) and post an entry. I've only just remembered.
Well, there wasn't much to say about Thursday anyway. It was fairly crappy, though the weather was sunny and mildish, and I got to hear the mockingbird. Today is not much different, and tomorrow probably won't be either. Rain is likely to return on Sunday, and there could be several more rainy days through the rest of March. April is apparently still a big secret. I don't know that I'll stick around for it anyway. I'm feeling pretty close to total exhaustion. My jaw has gotten very sore, and I think it might be a wisdom tooth related thing. Or a heart attack. Sort of hoping it's a heart attack, as I'd rather be dead than have to deal with a wisdom tooth. Unwise? Perhaps, but not to me.
Back in the early 1960s a singer named Timi Yuro (it sounds Japanese, but she was Italian American) had a couple of big hit records before gradually sinking into near-obscurity despite releasing several albums. One balmy spring night in early 1964 a friend and I made a twenty-mile trek to Long Beach to see her at a no-alcohol night club that admitted teenagers, and she gave a good performance. A couple of days ago while searching YouTube for something else, I stumbled across an album she made in 1964 which I had not known about. It was a collection of jazz/pop standards, which turned out to have been quite well suited to her evocative contralto voice and styling, very similar to Dinah Washington's. I especially like her rendition of Ned Washington and Victor Young's 1949 movie score title song "My Foolish Heart," though the arrangement (by the late Bobby Scott, who was a very talented composer and arranger, though often displaying some rather poor judgement, as he did on this track with some intrusive but not fatal piano tinklings) could have been better. Yuro, who sadly died of throat cancer in 2004 at the age of 63, was in splendid form at 24. I can't believe I overlooked this album then, but I'm glad I've finally discovered it before kicking the bucket myself.
