On the way to Dad's tonight I was listening to the -- ahem-- "oldies" station. Jive Talking by the BeeGees was in the line-up. I remembered as a kid in south Florida hearing that the song was inspired by the sound of the Biscayne Bay bridge in Miami, where the BeeGees lived. Cute song... that's all I have to say about that.
But in orer to stretch this entry out and yet keep it flowing along the same vein... today I changed my battered library card out for a sleek shiny new one. When you change your card, your number changes as well, so I made myself remember the new 14 digit number. Two of the digits are 44. It reminded be of one of the very few Barry Manilow inventions that I really like. I don't know the title but it goes like this:
"Not so long ago in 1944, when every mother's son was going off to war, they had to lift their spirits high for Uncle Sam, motherhood and apple pie. Instead of spending money that they didn't have in hot spots in the Bronx they'd go to hear the kind of jazz you hear in funky honky-tonks. They made you want to jump, shout, knock yourself out. The boogie-woogie beat is what I'm talking about, if you had the heebie-geebies you could dance all day to the boogie-woogie beat that the piano man was going to play... doot doot doot do ya! doot doot doot do ya!...." More good stuff.
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