Dmitry

My unbalanced take on the OJC cd is that some songs just weren’t right for her, like the St.Louis Woman or the hapless Trout song. Sounds like She was at her best in a more personal, despondent setting. I think she was excellent in a torch song genre, perhaps Broadway. Alternatively, That she was with the major swing to bop orchestras, Woody Herman’s and Charlie Ventura’s (any recordings extant?) indicates that she was more multi-faceted than I am giving her credit for.

A follow-up: Lavazza decaf was very good, yet not always available locally, so I replaced it with the ol’ Bustelo decaf. Surprisingly fragrant, Suits me well on early mornings, and doesn’t make me jumpy.

Listening to her OJC Limited Edition Series cd, backed by two all-star bands, lead by George Russell and Gil Evan’s. She was pitch-perfect. She could’ve made it big. Anything known of her after this 1957 recording? Did she just fall out of the scene, like so many others, or did she continue to sing locally? I think she was Chicago-based.

Just ordered this Lavazza Dek Filtro, medium roast. The Amazon bots love it.

A heretic question: what decaf coffee do you recommend? I would use it in the Bialetti. We really don't need that nice coffee/espresso maker; just for the two of us the Bialetti does well. We also take it camping. Those light to medium roast Lavazza beans that we brew in the Bialetti are just too powerful for me: I get jumpy and freak out. Would like to try a decaf that tastes like coffee. It's not as much about the energy for me, as for the experience and taste.

Don't forget that this price includes a full night of bar-hopping with Van, and if you get lucky, perhaps even a drunken fight at the local VFW! ...Charcuterie board is extra.

Jimmy's living large!

I was thinking more like a chair yoga flyer from a community center.

What a sad, unimaginative cover art…

In Paris, where else?!

That’s actually a not so bad interpretation of an old Soviet “anecdote” (what you call “a joke” in English). Except I think you could cut it drastically, and make it funnier. I would do it like this: A scene in a Soviet art museum. Painting of a haystack, with two sets of feet sticking out of it. The museum docent says to the group of workers:”Here we see comrade Stalin and comrade Krupskaya in Siberian exile, discussing the works of Lenin. It’s titled “Lenin in Paris”. An inquisitive proletarian opines:”But I don’t see comrade Lenin.” The docent replies, patiently:”Lenin is in Paris.”

I had a caffeine rush yesterday night, so I bought my first Dunkin Donuts macchiato. It cost $4.10. I had to dissolve the sugar with a plastic straw (no stirrers there), and more importantly, it tasted like stronzo.

A brilliant record.

One other observation about Italy and coffee: very few encounters with people drinking the beverage on the street from plastic or paper cups; the only instances were in Florence, a major city. One could spot an American from afar: men AND women wearing shorts; tasteless tattoos, baseball hats, worn even inside restaurants. And Oakley sunglasses.

When I was 20 or 21, I saw him at the JFK airport. I was amazed how tall he was; purpusefully, I came close enough to see that the top of my head wasn’t even at his armpit height. I was 6’ then.