Mrs Doyle, our latest Feline friend, is very small and has taken to using duvets as a makeshift toilet. This isn't funny, although our duvets are now very clean, so anyway, I run an errand to the pet store to pick up some Cat Pee smell and stain remover and find myself listening to Lalo Schifrins totally groovy score to Bullitt, and being cool. Or at least trying to give the appearance of cool- its hard not to with that music. But my car isn't a Mustang although it does make rumbling noises but those, I think, have something to do with it being from the early 90's and decrepit.
It's my wife whom I have to thank for my listening to and appreciating records like this one, namely Stand Getz and Joao Gilberto's Getz/Gilberto - which is not the greatest titled album in the world but Stan Getz makes everything alright. Here's an album that is exactly like sipping a potent but deceivingly fruity Cocktail on a warm summer evening, bathed in the rays of the setting sun, and there are no mosquitoes, its not overly humid and you're wearing suede slippers. Gilbertos music is fairly new to me, that swinging, Bossa Nova groove, and Astrud Gilbertos gently caressing vocals reassure you that all is right with the world. All we need now are some fireflies dancing out across the lawn- oh, there they go.
Easy Listening is something you grow into, and, for chrissakes be careful- before long you could be listening to the Tijuana Brass or even Liberace, without the faintest sense of irony at all!
There are several ways to avoid this happening:
1. Reach for the Gin, consume one or two fingers' of this combined with ice and a little lime.
2. Place Getz/Gilberto on the turntable and set it rolling.
3. Dance to the music. If you can only manage it standing up, fine- but don't spill the drink. Sitting down is better.
4. When your best friend comes over and tries to offload his/her easy listening record collection on you, just say "No thanks baby, I'm cool, you dig?"
You dig, baby?
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