A woman came into the shop the other day who was heavily rouged and wearing <you guessed it> satin. If I were Mickey Spillane I’d have called her a doll but I’m not. I’d look pretty ridiculous with a crew cut and I wouldn’t have fit in at Toots Shor’s joint at all.
Where the hell was I? Oh yeah, here’s the great Oscar Peterson playing the shit out of Duke Ellington’s <you guessed it again, clever readers>Satin Doll: