Blossom Dearie, I love you, I thank you, and I miss you already.

Blossom Dearie passed away on the seventh of February, this year. I only Just realized this sad news and I am terribly, truly saddened. I know I JUST ranted about Eartha Kitt. But now BLOSSOM too!!!!!????

My heart aches. I never met this woman but she really was one of my goddesses, my living breathing heroes. She was so inspiring. She meant so much to my little life and now she's gone. I'm going to come right out and say this: I like to believe in Heaven, and now that she's gone, I like believing in it even more than before.

Blossom, I never wrote you a poem or a thank you note or a fan letter. I never got to see you perform or knock on your dressing room door (even if that part is fantasy). I may be a relatively new fan, but I am a faithful one, and I adore you too much for words. It was a real and honest hope of mine that one day I'd see you up close and maybe even say hi.

Here is a video of a song by the late, most Wonderful Blossom Dearie:



And another, more Blossom-like song:

Oh I am Heartbroken!!!!

Watching this interview with Eartha Kitt on PBS makes me so terribly sad. I will never see this woman live. I Nearly saw her this summer in Seattle but I couldn't afford it or bribe anyone to take me.

And now. Now that chance is gone forever. Maybe I shouldn't mope. There are Lots of people I look up to and adore who've passed on. Many many of the musicians I worship are no longer living. Sigh.

"I have so much fun with myself," she cackles. You see!?? Kindred spirits! Oh la la. WHY didn't I just rob a bank??!!! Why didn't I....oh well. Regret is a waste of time. Sob sob sob....

Stephen Fry, the Thirties, and an Empty Living Room.

If you don't know me Very well you may be dumb to the fact that I Adore Stephen Fry. I quite like Hugh Laurie as well, of course, but for some reason, Stephen is the one I am most in love with. It's like how out of the Flight of the Conchords, I prefer Jemaine. It's just my natural, instinctual inclination. I could be all wrong. Maybe in real life, I'd fall in love with Bret and Hugh. Who can say? I ramble.

I am viewing "Bright Young Things" which is an adaptation of Evelyn Waugh's novel, "Vile Bodies." Stephen Fry wrote the screenplay and directed and I must say I am enjoying it. I always enjoy well-written, wealthy, frivolous, made-up, well-dressed English people smoking and drinking and quick-stepping and tragically spoiling their lives and so on and so forth.

Jim Broadbent plays the drunken, infuriatingly incompetent, dastardly major and does his usual lovely job. Stephen Campbell Moore plays the hardworking, well-intentioned writer (Adam) with terrible luck who Only wants to get money so he can marry his girl, Nina (Emily Mortimer). Oh and Peter O' Toole and Stockard Channing have small roles, of course.



I've only read one Evelyn Waugh, that being the short novel, "The Loved One." I really enjoyed it back in high school and I think I'd probably enjoy it even more now. Anyway, I'm inspired to read even more now.

Hmmmm. What just happened?? This is getting depressing. Oh Waugh. Waugh Waaaaaaugh.

Some evidence that I am deathly romantic.

Just listen.

Addiction

Aside from vintage fashion photos on flickr, I am addicted to staying up late. I am falling in love with the quiet, the still of the dark when everyone else is asleep and I can think straight or swirly, and feel marvelous. I do feel marvelous. I really do. And the feeling itself sustains me at this moment. I hope it lasts into tomorrow as well. I wonder if I should go to that audition. Hmmmmmmmmm. I hate making decisions.

Love, the world suddenly turns, turns color. That's the beginning of a Sylvia Plath poem. One of her least gloomy ones.

I adore Pablo Neruda. He's so romantic and whimsical and wonderful in his choices of metaphors. I Occasionally write poems I like, but the metaphors are never so beautifully strung together.

Your Feet

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

Pablo Neruda

Ah, the weekend!

April 1950 Vogue
Originally uploaded by myvintagevogue

I am thankful for chocolate, naps and a social life!

Aaaahhh glamour

1949 Vogue
Originally uploaded by myvintagevogue

Favorite songs to hear on the radio.

There is something so exciting about hearing a great song on the radio. For me, there are certain songs I get really really excited to hear, mainly songs that I don't have on cd, etc. The only exception is The Beatles. I have a ton of their music but if any of it comes on the radio, I still become as joyful. Here is a list of my favorite radio songs, accompanied by fantastic video footage. Be prepared for a delightful photo montage during "She's always a woman." Memorable.

Ode to Billy Joe by Bobbie Gentry


Misty Mountain Hop by Led Zeppelin


Hey Jude by The Beatles


She's Always a Woman by Billy Joel


Brass in Pocket by The Pretenders


Maybe I'm Amazed by Wings


Movin' Out by Billy Joel