Happy 90th Birthday, Lena Horne

[tungtied2u]

Can't Help Lovin' dat Man of Mine

Many happy returns !

 

[tungtied2u]

her contemporaries

Jumpin and Jivin. Quite the ensemble....

 

[Angeline]

Thank you, T.

And I'll hoist a glass of good cheer to the stunning Miss Horne, who I always associate with Stormy Weather. It's only a brief clip of her singing in the trailer for the film of the same name, but oh is it sweet, and there's even a swingy little snippet of Mr. Fats Waller.

Good stuff!

And Happy Birthday, lovely Miz H.

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[Tzara]

Shit. (Sorry, overexcited.) I missed this.

Yeah, yeah, yeah! Stormy Weather! Awesome. Perfect.

Unimprovable, actually.

Check out this 'un, from Show Boat. The woman has an absolutely liquid voice. And though it's high caloric, it goes down smooth.

Just an awesome vocalist. Knew how to sing.

 

[Angeline]

Shit. (Sorry, overexcited.) I missed this.

Yeah, yeah, yeah! Stormy Weather! Awesome. Perfect.

Unimprovable, actually.

Check out this 'un, from Show Boat. The woman has an absolutely liquid voice. And though it's high caloric, it goes down smooth.

Just an awesome vocalist. Knew how to sing.

What a lovely clip Tzara. She's so beautiful and her voice is like silk. Of course, it doesn't hurt that she has a great song to sing.

For some reason this song reminded me of one of my favorite songs from Cabin in the Sky: Happiness is a Thing Called Joe. It's not Lena, it's Susan Hayward doing a pretty good rendition of it. Ethel Waters' version is supposedly the seminal one, but for my money Ella Fitzgerald's interpretation is to die for. Anyway, it's a beautiful song with an equally beautiful lyric.

It seem like happiness is just a thing called Joe.
He's got a smile that makes the lilacs want to grow.
He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh
When they know little Joe's passing by.
Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare,
But then he'll kiss me, and it's Christmas everywhere.
Troubles fly away and life is easy go.
Does he love me good? That's all I need to know.
Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe.

Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare,
But then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere.
Troubles fly away and life is easy go.
Does he love me good? That's all I need to know.
Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe.
Little Joe, my little Joe, little Joe.

 

[Tzara]

What a lovely clip Tzara. She's so beautiful and her voice is like silk. Of course, it doesn't hurt that she has a great song to sing.

For some reason this song reminded me of one of my favorite songs from Cabin in the Sky: Happiness is a Thing Called Joe. It's not Lena, it's Susan Hayward doing a pretty good rendition of it. Ethel Waters' version is supposedly the seminal one, but for my money Ella Fitzgerald's interpretation is to die for. Anyway, it's a beautiful song with an equally beautiful lyric.

It seem like happiness is just a thing called Joe.
He's got a smile that makes the lilacs want to grow.
He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh
When they know little Joe's passing by.
Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare,
But then he'll kiss me, and it's Christmas everywhere.
Troubles fly away and life is easy go.
Does he love me good? That's all I need to know.
Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe.

Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare,
But then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere.
Troubles fly away and life is easy go.
Does he love me good? That's all I need to know.
Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe.
Little Joe, my little Joe, little Joe.

Oh, I am feeling so stupid. I missed Mr. Tung's firstly post, which was the same clip as I linked.

Oh, well. Excellente and deservin' of posting multiply timed.

Hey, T and A! (That somehow doesn't sounds quite right, does it?) Have I ever said I love your music posts? You guys (well, guy and gal-like thing) has superb taste in music.

Superb.

Scusi, I have to find some Lena thing Mr. Tung did not already post.

Or maybe just plunk up some Joni thing. That always distracts him.

 

[Angeline]

Oh, I am feeling so stupid. I missed Mr. Tung's firstly post, which was the same clip as I linked.

Oh, well. Excellente and deservin' of posting multiply timed.

Hey, T and A! (That somehow doesn't sounds quite right, does it?) Have I ever said I love your music posts? You guys (well, guy and gal-like thing) has superb taste in music.

Superb.

Scusi, I have to find some Lena thing Mr. Tung did not already post.

Or maybe just plunk up some Joni thing. That always distracts him.

The feeling is mutual. I always look forward to your music posts--for both the music and the descriptions that go with them.

And somehow I doubt that T will mind being paired my uh A. Somehow here it seems appropriate.

PS Did you just call me a "gal-like thing"? Ahem. How about "poet" instead?

 

[Tzara]

The feeling is mutual. I always look forward to your music posts--for both the music and the descriptions that go with them.

And somehow I doubt that T will mind being paired my uh A. Somehow here it seems appropriate.

PS Did you just call me a "gal-like thing"? Ahem. How about "poet" instead?

OK, fine. Poetic gal-like thing.

That better?

 

[Angeline]

OK, fine. Poetic gal-like thing.

That better?

Marginally, but I'll live with it. I guess it's a fair trade-off for the unleavened bagel-like thing.

 

[Tzara]

Right. Here's more Lena. The woman has cheekbones like Mt. Rushmore, God bless her.

Oh. And she's like 48 years old in this clip.

Uh huh. I suspect a demonic pact too. Why I is barking like a dog. Woof woof!

 

[Tzara]

Marginally, but I'll live with it. I guess it's a fair trade-off for the unleavened bagel-like thing.

Aw, those were good. I was teasing. Flat sunflower seed bagels with scallion cream cheese, not-very-good coffee (sorry, I'm from Seattle), and the Frick Collection? Good times. Oh, and that Neue Galerie was cool. I love Klimt.

So your coast is OK too. Some things, anyway, are good. Maybe better than ours.

It is effing cold, I have to say, in the upper deck at Yankee Stadium.

Sorry about the gal-like thing.