I am a bacon-wrapped cliché, an idiom in puffed pastry.
And sometimes I am the wrong that proves the right.
I have been absent from your TST lives because If you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all.
They say that Music has charms to soothe a savage beast. William Congreve in 1697 used “breast,” not “beast.” Some editor missed that typo along the way and “beast” stuck. Close enough. It hasn’t been soothing my beast or breast.
My early quarantine brain was creative, and I got to work making my own micro YouTube series called Cooking Without a Bra. I also asked one of my favorite musicians and friend Benny Brydern to help me create a video (also on YouTube) called “I’m Isolatin’.” I rewrote the lyrics to Razafs’ “Aint Misbehavin.” I like to think Fats Waller who wrote the music is smiling and dancing from the grave, even if Andy Razaf is rolling over in his.
But that was March/April. Then it really set in. The reality that people were a few cards short of a full deck and our Covid numbers in Los Angeles were rising. I started to become increasingly depressed with a side of anxious as I came to understand what this new normal meant. And it was horrendous for us in the arts.
You would think listening to music might help but it didn’t. If I have enough brains cells to use as kindling to actually do SOMETHING, I can only do
