Baby It’s Cold Outside ~ Ray Charles & Betty Carter
This a great song no matter what the weather or season…but since we’re in the middle of a little cold snap here in this Sceptred Isle it’s a really warmer upper of a tune! It’s such a great interaction between the two though I heard outside the recording booth they weren’t exactly gone on each other. It just hits a note with me that oh these past 11 Christmas seasons I’ve been so very lucky to share with my Darlin’ Nicci — and we love Ray & Betty too! So I fear that this one gets blogged every year…..sigh….never boring though!
This old chestnut created by Claude Thornhill is always a breath of refreshing air over all the super played out over worked usual suspects at Xmas. In fact a dear tumblr amigo says there are no bad renditions of it at all. But this take by Jamal is superb beyond all counts, his great unexpected phrasing and the subtle marching snare work of Vernel Fournier make’s it! So on that note we have our Sunday Got Jazz for Christmas selection from the Flimwell Papers’ Music Corner! Peace, love and salted nuts, y’all!
Just a wish that comes around and around —- as war comes on spinnin’ I still believe that it can become a reality. Soul sounds like this do belong on the Christmas playlist….even if I do post it every year.
There a quite a few of these non-christmas songs that I play a lot for the Christmas season…I love the lyrics on this one and the sparse, clean deep chilling feel of this one too! It’s relatively new on the list of plays but it’s a good’un! Enjoy, y’all!
Another song that I love to play even sometimes in the depths of a sultry July heatwave…not that’s the test of a really good Christmas song…this also slides away so effortlessly, like a fine ice skater away from the crowd of shoe bound followers, from all the treacle and sickly sweet that passes our way at this time of year as Christmas Song! John Cale always been to me both brilliant as wells an implacable champion of the avant-garde. This tune is nestled amidst all that is of that as one of the greatest seasonal songs ever which remembers all of the mystery of childhood and the majesty of remembering years past. It’s The Wednesday Wild Child selection from the Flimwell Papers’ Music Corner big ol’Christmas list!
...there are some fine London postcards in the little but I have six or seven nice Xmas cards on the desk too...I'm finally mailing out the London postcards I tomorrow to those who sent along a bon mot...anyone in the shout for an Xmas card? It you wish it made so send address to me either on this tumblr page or to pdvmorris at gmail dot com
A true Canadian “folkie” from the very early days and one of our finest songwriters around. The song takes me on a Capraesque like trip to my own home town in Northeastern Ontario. It’s always part of my Christmas playlists though not completely on point with all that some think is Christmas. Great lyrics and share it with you dear folks here.
Random Acts of Kindness and love of my fellow man/womankind
I have given deeply to many things but I have often returned the random acts of kindness I have received. That is what it's all about for me! If we all did that....well, we'd not be in this mess now! I know that it takes me time to get around to things but I chip away at things, track things down or folks too.....I just sent $500 to a woman who lent me $50 in 1986 to take my son to a baseball game. I'd forgotten about it till I came across the photo...the other day I sent a tine of home made Christmas cookies and £50 to a resident of St. Mungo's. Pass it on amigos it works!
Merry Christmas Darling ~ Hop Wilson & His Buddies
Just a little nudge into the that Christmas thing….Hop’s playing of the Steel Geeetar is so low down gritty and morose here which makes it just the tonic for all that StarbucksfilledDisneyfried Xmas that’s raining down on us! So Monday Got a Blues thing for ur Christmas from the Flimwell Papers’ Music Corner. Peace, love and pass the eggynogg, y’all!
have you ever been the recipient of a random act of kindness? what happened?
I have been oh so very lucky to be the recipient of many random acts of kindness. I’ll share one of a particular seasonal vintage. I had to work the eve of Christmas eve in a boring warehouse job. Finished late and raced to the train station to catch the long train ride home to be with my folks and sisters. I missed the train. I was so upset….and as I tried to hale a taxi to take me to the bus depot I realized that I’d missed the last bus by then too. I was sitting in the taxi cab just shattered as I’d not been home in almost two years. The cabby asked me where I was headed. I told him it was a good 180 miles on. He started to laugh and said he;d take me as he’d not do many good deeds in the last year and need even up the slate or so he figured but…and here’s the big thing…I was only to pay what I could. The train fare plus gas back for him. I agreed. Off we went. When I arrived home for Christmas he asked me never to forget to pass it on in life.
She could do almost no wrong with me…well, almost — I caught her once in New York and she was having a very pitchy time but I only want to remember her like this —- Nina owns this one, so much so she gives it gravitas, deeper meaning and that very all important ingredient Soul to a very pale blue tune of Bros. Gibb. It’s my last no seasonal pick of the year too….back to my Supah Xmas Playlist next week! So it’s the Saturday Got Soul selection from the Flimwell Papers’ Music Corner. Peace, love and roast nuts, y’all!
I think it’s time for a huge revival for the man who taught Dylan…..played this whole new one today and it was like the summer of ‘63 all over again! This is a lovely tune by Dylan and one of the last things that Dave Van Ronk recorded at the last — the very last! It’s a fitting tribute to a bygone era but one that’s always with us. So I make it the Friday Fresh Outta the Box selection from the Flimwell Papers’ Music Corner. Seems like a very long hard week here in the grey Dowager’s realm and I’ve been letting y’all down with no posts or some of little spice or interest….sorry…pain is a tricky friend!
I know these guys because of my son, a break-up of a 11 year affair and a shared taxi ride from Toronto Airport….more on that another time because I’m seriously very very tired tonight and pain creeps through me! But you gotta love a Pop song that uses the word pedagogue and references that great eternal Beach Boy’s retreat to bed and sandbox. I love it to that these guys are just so Canadian! Thus it’s the Tuesday Got Canadian Tunes For Yah, eh, selection from the Flimwell Papers’ Music Corner. Peace, love and hockey pucks, y’all! Oh and there’s that little Secret Agent Man motif at the end, and some really great harmonies here too….another song that always makes me smile!
So when there’s no Blues….’cause I am feeling too up for that this day…my default happy vibe is always Lee Dorsey on this tune — makes me feel like I’m back in green and salad days driving ‘cross country from Montreal to Boston, to West Virginia then west all the way to the coast……I think Miss honey-rider would like that ride!
First Snow ~ Clint Mansell w/Kronos Quartet (OST The Fountain)
A touch darkness, a touch of Gothic, a pinch of the modern and the mix of the sparse lonely now….a great piece for a movie that was pretty awful….well, I have only managed about 20 minutes of the flick before giving up but I am found of the great work Mansell has done on the soundtrack. This makes it the Sunday Got Soundtrack selection from the Flimwell Papers’ Music Corner. Peace, love and eternal bliss, grasshoppers!
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Some 10 years ago or so London became my new home. I am rather proud to say that after the advice of dear antipodean pal, John Reddin, about forgetting where you arrived from and just wade on in, it’s become so very dear to me! I got a job that took me all over London, to places many long time residents never venture to as well, but in that time I travelled largely on TfL buses — a great way to get around here too I might add — seeing the all the landmarks as I made my way around. I fondly refer to London as the Old Grey Dowager, not like her wow-factor, flashy sister, Paris, not like her ancient cousin Rome, or her completely face lifted little cousin Berlin, London has gravitas, surprises and missing teeth, frayed hems but she can turn on a glinting sunny day into that charming monarch of old! This great little vid made me smile so very much as I know I can spot almost all the locations and some days, yes, it truly feels like it moves at this speed.
It’s not really Soul but then it’s too late to be Saturday…..I heard a musician today say that thought there was too much music in the world and that over 75% of iTunes music sits undownloaded, never listened to. I thought it an interesting point and vowed to listen to only pre-digital stuff today….all on vinyl…..thus my coming to this little gem by the much missed Gil Scott-Heron. Cop a listen…ti’s soul, it’s Jazz and it’s SOUL!