Monday, April 02, 2007

Relax, Max

Your nerves are just like jumpin' jacks, Max.

I finally ran to the desktop and looked the song up when I heard the Doubletree ad yesterday morning. This song is older than I am, but it demonstrates all the thing I miss in music. I miss the brass section, I miss sassiness without sluttiness, and I miss raw recording. You can hear Dinah Washington smile when she sings. Here's a sample on Amazon.

I'm off to find a copy of this recording. Wallyworld offered only one DW track, and it wasn't this one.

This sounds like good music to Wren to.

4 comments:

jayne said...

I'm in for wren. Good choice, and snazzy button too. I have about four inches done on the back. Will blog progress tomorrow.

Les said...

Not familiar with the song, Bets so had to go have a listen. It immediately brought visions of you in a sparkly, silky red dress with an Elvira hem, your strapy stilleto sandals and your black eye patch, as a contestant (with Mark) in a ballroom dance competition.........
Les

junior_goddess said...

Shh-Les, I used to work for a dance studio. Mark won't dance, says he can't. I know he's lying, because he used to be in band, and he swings his arms when he walks. I think he'd love it, because you can show off.

Les said...

I think I just lost my message!
anyway, I had no idea, Betsy twinkle toes. That's great! Loved that movie by the Aussies "Strictly Ballroom" Hope you've seen it - it's old. If not look for it!!
Mike doesn't dance much either. I'm "great" if I've had a few too many!
Les