The jazz coming out of my CD player cannot be labeled as anything but...happy. This is obviously a mistake of gargantuan proportions.
Who listens to jazz when they want to feel happy? But how was I supposed to know the temptingly-priced Miles Davis "Jazz Autobiography" would be such an upper? Being the proudest of cheapscapes, I couldn't resist the price tag. That's what I am: a $4.99 enthusiast. And so now, when all I really want to do is settle down into the melancholy and the cold comfort of my neglected and deservedly under-read blog, I have to put up with pick-me-up jazz tunes. Lovely.
The whole day has been lovely. The whole week, in fact. Monday I went into the hospital for surgery to remove a lump on my butt. In addition to the preceeding discomfort involved with asking time off for an obscure and unmentionable procedure, you can imagine the complications following the actual surgery. Although thankfully I will be able to use a chair at the dinner table on Thanksgiving, leaning from one cheek to the other gets annoying, as does popping Tylenol every four hours.
My entire room reeks from my last attempt at relieving the all-pervasive boredom that comes three days after surgery with nothing to do but lean: Mod-Podge. And though it kept me occupied for some time, I must confess myself generally disappointed with the product.
Exhausted with my peeling fingers and sketchy-looking projects, I turned on the jazz and the computer. So here we sit....
The week, though, has not be without its compensations, despite the lethergy now descending. And it is getting late. Monday, after the surgery and a long, anesthesia-induced nap, brought a box of sixteen chocolate-covered cherries from Grandma, as well as a soundtrack to entertain the invalid from my aunt and cousin. Tuesday brought Paul, all sweetness with two huge containers of Edy's ice cream, and roses. He is the best. How I got so lucky, I will never know. Well, that's not exactly true. As Dad says, they'd been praying for him for a long time. Paul was God's idea. Still, I can't believe how happy he makes me.
Who listens to jazz when they want to feel happy? But how was I supposed to know the temptingly-priced Miles Davis "Jazz Autobiography" would be such an upper? Being the proudest of cheapscapes, I couldn't resist the price tag. That's what I am: a $4.99 enthusiast. And so now, when all I really want to do is settle down into the melancholy and the cold comfort of my neglected and deservedly under-read blog, I have to put up with pick-me-up jazz tunes. Lovely.
The whole day has been lovely. The whole week, in fact. Monday I went into the hospital for surgery to remove a lump on my butt. In addition to the preceeding discomfort involved with asking time off for an obscure and unmentionable procedure, you can imagine the complications following the actual surgery. Although thankfully I will be able to use a chair at the dinner table on Thanksgiving, leaning from one cheek to the other gets annoying, as does popping Tylenol every four hours.
My entire room reeks from my last attempt at relieving the all-pervasive boredom that comes three days after surgery with nothing to do but lean: Mod-Podge. And though it kept me occupied for some time, I must confess myself generally disappointed with the product.
Exhausted with my peeling fingers and sketchy-looking projects, I turned on the jazz and the computer. So here we sit....
The week, though, has not be without its compensations, despite the lethergy now descending. And it is getting late. Monday, after the surgery and a long, anesthesia-induced nap, brought a box of sixteen chocolate-covered cherries from Grandma, as well as a soundtrack to entertain the invalid from my aunt and cousin. Tuesday brought Paul, all sweetness with two huge containers of Edy's ice cream, and roses. He is the best. How I got so lucky, I will never know. Well, that's not exactly true. As Dad says, they'd been praying for him for a long time. Paul was God's idea. Still, I can't believe how happy he makes me.
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I gave Lucas a CD to give you. It is neither entirely sad, and some of it is only debatably jazz, but I think you would probably like it anyway. Perhaps it would have been better to have done this while I still had the CD, but here is the track list to the best of my recollection, which is not outstanding.
1. The Banana Quintet: One- Carla Bley
2. Alabama- John Coltrane
3. Will O' the Wisp- Miles Davis
4. Naima- John Coltrane
5. Blue in Green- Miles Davis
6. Bess, You is My Woman Now- Joe Henderson
7. Death of Superman/Dream Sequence- Carla Bley
8. My Man's Gone Now- Joe Henderson
9. Lush Life- Joe Pass
10. Night Dreamer- Wayne Shorter
11. Samba Triste- Baden Powell
12. Soul Eyes- John Coltrane
13. Flamenco Sketches- Miles Davis
This is almost certainly completely wrong, and not of very much use. I think I got the right songs in there at least. Just ask me if you have an interest in anything in particular.
"all I really want to do is settle down into the melancholy and the cold comfort of my neglected and deservedly under-read blog..."
Well I just want to say, I read your blog!!! And I find it as fascinating as reading my favorite book (keep in mind, I'm not even that much of a reader!). I have, tonight read all of your blogs starting from most recent up to this one. It has taken about an hour, but it was well worth it. You should definitely write books, magazine and newspaper articles for a living. I would read them! :D Thanks for the entertainment. P.S. I had no idea you had surgery on your butt! That is strange, yet hilarious.
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