Jr. and His Soulettes

I couldn't resist, and I bought the CD reissue.

You should, too. It's terrific.

Do I like it as much as I did when I first heard it in a teensy Tokyo record store named after a Snakefinger song?

I think so!

Erin Go Brah

For many years before I was mrsguy I lived in the same building as an Irish bar.

I loved it three hundred and sixty four days a year. But on St. Patrick's Day I always tried to sleep over at someone else's house so that I'd miss the mayhem.

Tonight I missed another kind of revelry, the St. Patrick's Day celebration with the ukulele band at the Hawaiian restaurant. 

I dubbed it Erin Go Brah.

Instead I spent the night rehearsing with the ladies of Three Letters.

They *also* make me very happy.

Lucky one.

 

Trifecta

Advertising icon + Japan + baseball = happiness

Jubilant Japanese baseball fans throw a statue of Colonel Sanders into the river in Osaka to celebrate a big win.

Many pennant-less years follow.

A Japanese television show tries to find the statue and remove the curse.

The statue is found serendipitously this week. Minus a few body parts and glasses.

The glasses are replaced.

Maybe it's time to bring my Colonel Sanders bank out of retirement. And to dig up the infamous Colonel Sanders tape. I don't recall exactly what was on it (him swearing while filming a commercial?). I only remember that the flipside was a pirated live recording of late-period Elvis unable to keep it together without laughing in the middle of a song.

To the garage!

Waikiki Chickadee

Today I puddled up at my desk, because my ipod served up "Waikiki Chickadee".

It reminded me that on our anniversary mrguy serenaded me on ukulele with that very song. He had never done such a thing, and it was so very sweetly sung.

The desk moistening incident this morning was the second time this week that I was moved to tears by music, the first being when the ukulele band rehearsed Danny Boy for St. Patrick's Day. Normally this song does not move me, but I'd never paid attention to the lyrics before, either. They're devastating. I had to run to the bathroom for some tissue, while Auntie explained the waterworks.

I had shared with her that my pop loved this song. He asked for it to be played at his funeral, and when the church would not oblige, we decided to put on a funeral ourselves where Danny Boy could be played in his honor.

I think he would have liked the uke band version on Monday night.