Sunday, November 19, 2006



Ruth Brown
Mama, He Treats Your Daughter Mean

8 comments:

tony said...

I wish I lived in that era. I love big bands. I used to work at a place called the 57th Fighter Squadron in Atlanta a few years back; ok...more than a few. The theme of the restaurant was WWIIesque and I was the DJ during happy hour. I'd spin all the big bands of that time. The folks would dance, and when I say dance...we're talking people who were in their 60's and even 70's tearin' that dancefloor UP! Glen Miller does something to our elders. It's like a burst of energy when they hear it. I've never had such a good time.

Myron said...

I remember hearing a lot of good music on radio and juke boxes in the 50's. I now keep Sirius tuned to Standards so I can hear them all again. Glenn Miller, Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Peggy Lee, Dean Martin, Nat King Cole, Johnny Mathis, Louis Armstrong, Lena Horn, and on and on and on. I'd rather listen to the music than watch TV.

Mushy said...

Bet there were some bruises on that hip! Great sound.

phlegmfatale said...

tony - yeah, that older music was grand, wasn't it? Sounds like a blast in that theme restaurant.

myron - Yeah, Sirius is one of the best things to happen to music delivery in a long while, I believe. Great to have commercial-free radio that plays exactly what you crave.

mushy - You know there were!

Zelda said...

I've never heard such a happy song about domestic abuse. I love it. :-)

phlegmfatale said...

zelda - I suppose it takes a lot of chutzpah to grin and bear it like that.

Zelda said...

Yes it does. I actually think it would take less chutzpa to shoot the bastard in the face.

phlegmfatale said...

zelda - For real. Times have certainly changed, though, haven't they?