Happy ElisReginaBirthday

Many years ago, I was doing some research into the song “Waters of March,” a song which, as performed by Jane Monheit, just haunts me. And I came upon this.

This discovery was one of those life-changing moments. Because after I viewed it, I had to know who that woman is.

Who she was was Elis Regina. Here’s here becoming famous:

Anyway, I bought this album, and it’s become one of my favorite things. I would put this record next to Led Zeppelin IV, Only In It For The Money, Innervisions, SOTT, and The Man Who Sold the World. It is glorious.

I often cite this as one of her finest performances, which it is:

Also, and I just found this, here’s one of her singing in English. That’s weird.

Elis Regina died in 1982 at 36. Same old story, too much booze, cocaine, and something called temazepam. It was like when Elvis died: “More than 15,000 people, among friends, relatives and fans, held her wake at Teatro Bandeirantes, in São Paulo, with large groups of fans singing her songs. More than 100,000 people followed her funeral procession throughout São Paulo. She was buried in Cemitério do Morumbi.[9]”

Anyways, kids, while yinz are donning green and slurping beers, I will be thinking about Elis Regina on her birthday. Give her music a try. Your life will improve.

Hey, here’s some other good music. Courtesy of alicublog.


I remember when my editor one day had me to sit down and type up an honor roll for the paper. She also had this funny idea that all the names should be spelled correctly, so she made me proof it, too. What a pain it was. I did it grudgingly and hated doing it. But, I did it, and when I was done, I felt like I’d grown a new muscle.

I had to generate a list at work today, too. This was a copy-paste job. From about 80 separate documents into a single list. I was asked to start doing this about about 40 minutes outside of my end-of-day.

I had it done right at 5. And I’m sure nobody in that room knew that I left feeling oddly satisfied about that. Grunt-work is dreadful. But the grunt-work I did today was vital to solving a larger problem. And it sure made me feel great that I could deliver.

Red Sparrow

~ Gloomy landscape shots!
~ Joe Thiseman level leg-breaking shot!
~ Brutal beating of two people who are banging in a schvitz!
~ See Jennifer Lawrence offer her goodies to a dude! Also boobies!
~ Bloody torture scene! Creative use of skin grafting scraper thingie.
~ Lots of gratuitious banging and rape! Also murders!
~ Is that the dude from The Simpsons? No, it’s Jeremy Irons. ::sadtrombone::
~ See Mary Louise-Parker get hit by a bus!
~ Russia is gloomy!

Sunday Morning

When I first arrived in Rochester and got my first job here, that job gave me what I thought then was a wonderful schedule. I worked Sunday through Thursday, with Friday and Saturday as my weekends.

I mean, what good are Sundays, right? Kind of useless days. I’m not a big church-goer. And Sunday always feels kind of sluggish anyways. One might as well get one’s first work shift over with while everyone else is at home watching 60 Minutes.

But the previous job offered Saturdays and Sundays off, and once I moved out of the shoebox downtown, Sundays became more pleasant. I watch Sunday Morning on CBS because I’m older than 45 and that’s the law. Then I watch Meet the Press, Face the Nation, and This Week. I genuflect for the loss of The McLaughlin Group. I cook eggs and bacon.

Sadly, the new gig put me back on Sunday – Thursday for a while. I could take my morning news shows with me via YouTubeTV, I found, but it just wasn’t the same. I grew to miss my Sundays.

So I was utterly crestfallen when the boss asked me last week if I would mind going back to Monday – Friday.

It was weird being home today as I had actually gotten accustomed to Sundays in that little room. But man, it is nice to have that rather selfish comfy time cursing at my television monging on my eggs.

Happy Oscar night.