…And then you find a song that you need to listen to 50 times in a row just to get it out of your system…I found a song like that…it’s a wonderful li(f)e by the Real Tuesday Weld and I’m still not done.

Also try the Atlantic bonus beats by the SK orchester, their version of that monster track by Thief which had exactly the same effect…the 50 times on repeat effect.

Real Tuesday Weld – It’s A Wonderful Li(f)e

When you’re drunk and your money’s spent

I’ll drive you home and I’ll pay your rent,
and say you’re beautiful when you’re not beautiful.

And when you’re sick you know I’ll change your sheets,
I’ll bring you drugs, sing you to sleep,
pray for miracles when you don’t believe in miracles.

And all we ever need to do is to see the world the way dreamers do.
And I’d say “Never say die,”
And you’d say “It’s a wonderful life”

When you grow up,
I hope you find your way,
‘Cos everyone seems lost these days
I’ll try to help, though I’m adrift myself.
But if I can’t save you when the darkness comes,
Or prove love greater than the glum.
I’ll try to pretend right up to the end.

Though all we ever need to do is to see the world the way dreamers do.
And I’d say “Never say die,”
And you’d say “It’s a wonderful life.”
But you know, that’s a wonderful lie.

I wrote this song long before the war,
With no idea who it was for.
But now it’s done.
I’m sure theres someone it was meant for.

You don’t need to be a great thinker, liberal economist or ambivalent teenager to know that spending a little money often helps ease the funk, a satisfying therapeutic pastime, a fool and their money parting ways.

I think the foggy clouds have momentarily lifted, the world is brighter, the music plays on.

Ironically the sounds that lifted the gloom have much in common with Ms Merkel, these sounds are from the same geography, a collection of works by that coalition known as the Sonar Kollektiv Orchester, aptly entitled Guaranteed Niceness. How could I not but make a contribution to the global good with a minor fiscal stimulus of my very own.

A great album! The Niceness Guarenteed for many years to come.

And I already have my accessories.

Beavis: I wish I was born with a tattoo

Butthead: No dumb ass you’re not born with a tattoo; you get that when you join the navy.

My mother explained why sailors always had a gold or diamond earring which they would use to barter with depending on their circumstance and where they landed.

In the sleeve liner notes of, ‘From the Hot Afternoon’, Paul Desmond is asked about his tone, “I had the vague idea that I wanted to sound like a dry martini,” was his response to how he had developed his style.

There are moments on this album when you believe that the Bossa Nova was created especially for Paul Desmond’s dry martini like tone. He has this unique ability to perfectly accompany the tune, gently and intelligently guiding it to an understated hurrah – this man definitely knows what ‘dry’ in martini means and this album will offer you definitive proof.

The album even surpasses the Bossa Antigue project which he completed with Jim Hall, that was exceptional but this somehow has a little more, ‘something’ to it, perhaps this is a five martini glass album plus the olives. It features Don Sebesky, Dorio Ferreira, Edu Lobo; Ron Carter; Airto Moreira and on vocals on a few of the tracks is Wanda de Sah who is just yummy, her transient, whispering and blurringly, nonchalant, melodic style, a perfect fit for these sweet, textured, Brazilian standards.

Another, yet another, must have album, yes, “Blame it on the Bossa Nova”

Favourite tracks?

I like them all but I’ll highlight: Circles and October for your enjoyment.

As it appeared on ’2007-06-05′ in the reclaimed a little too much jazz archives.

Gene Lees (original LP liner notes):

But back to that question of his tone, and how he developed it.

 “I had the vague idea that I wanted to sound like a dry martini,” he said.

And that is a real Paul Desmondism. Once you think about it, that is the sound he gets. Paul Desmond sounds like a dry martini. An imaginative, intelligent, astonishingly articulate, very dry martini.

This morning I drove in with this cd in the player and I wished I could sound like a dry martini…And people say I’ve got no ambition.