Hump Day Vinyl

Now that the cat is out of the bag regarding my recent injury (click HERE), there’s really not much to do these days until the swelling goes down enough that they can operate or whatever it is those next steps need to be.

In the meantime, it’s Percocets, mornings spent in front of the boob tube watching the Tour and listening to depressing vinyl while I sit with my arm elevated and read (or work on the book project), beginning today with the ‘Songs of the Depression‘  album.


Because, hey, what could be more appropriate given my circumstances?

Without getting too deep into it, this album is exactly what it claims to be:  a collection of Depression Era songs circa 1929-1937, by such notable greats of the time like Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong, Jimmy Dorsey, Hal Kemp, Libby Holman, Dick Powell, Eddie Cantor, Artie Shaw, The Mill Brothers, Victor Young, Ruth Etting and others.

So, yeah, lots of good ‘ol forlorn Jazz Boner to beat myself up with and get depressed over including ‘Hallelujah, I’m a Bum‘, ‘Life Is Just a Bowl of Cherries‘, ‘Headin’ for Better Times‘, ‘Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?‘, and uber hap-hap-happy ‘(Potatoes Are Cheaper, Tomatoes Are Cheaper) Now’s the Time to Fall In Love‘.


As they say, “happy days are here again”.

Or at least they had better be sooner or later.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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