Krewe du Vieux marches tonight. I’m sitting this one out. My crowd anxiety is such that I won’t even attend the parade for the first time in twenty years. I’m okay with that. The parade begins this year by my krewe’s watch party, the Spanktuary. It’s going to be a zoo and I’m not in the mood to be one of the animals. Besides, I don’t care to be careless. Be careful out there.
I’m still in the throes of epic insomnia hence the Max Ernst featured image. I hope to be one of the hibernators sometime soon.
This week’s theme song is a traditional blues ballad. That means we don’t we know who wrote it. Sounds careless to me.
We have three versions of Careless Love for your listening pleasure: Dr. John, Nat King Cole, and Helen Merrill.
Now that we’ve pondered careless love, let’s carefully jump to the break.
A careless song from the great Aussie singer-songwriter Paul Kelly:
We begin our second act by skipping it altogether. Why? Why the hell not?
We begin our third act with our favorite stolen feature.
Separated At Birth Twitter Edition: There was a lot of sports news this week. The NFL’s Houston Texans hired an accomplished veteran coach who resembles a Sanford and Son character:
— ᑭᖇO ᖴOOTᗷᗩᒪᒪ ᒍOᑌᖇᑎᗩᒪ 🏈 (@NFL_Journal) February 7, 2022
I’ve never known a man called Lovie. He’s clearly secure in his masculinity. He’s a good coach too: he took Da Bears to a Super Bowl with Rex Fucking Grossman at QB. Who’s Rex? This song title says it all:
Born On This Day: Our February 12th babies are a distinguished lot: A clean-shaven Abraham Lincoln, Evolved guy Charles Darwin, Doors keyboard wizard Ray Manzarek, hoops titan Bill Russell, and mouthy presidential daughter Alice Longworth Roosevelt.
The last word of the segment goes to Ray’s band. I don’t think it’s about Alice, but you never can tell.
Perhaps we should go ask Alice:
I used a live version because Alice Roosevelt Longworth was a live wire. I’m pretty sure that I was at that show. I had a free ticket connection at that time. Who among us doesn’t like free stuff? Never turn down free food or free tickets.
The Movie List: It’s time for some revisionist listery. Is that a word? I’m dubious. I’ve done movie lists for William Holden and Fred MacMurray respectively. Since compiling those lists, I’ve seen four star movies by both actors on TCM’s Noir Alley. That’s why Eddie Muller is one of my heroes.
Eddie also has a swell tuxedo cat:
Me and my opening night date in our tuxes. Shhhh … don’t tell anyone—he’s a boy. @tcm @glamourpussLLC @NoirAlley @TCM_Party @noirfoundation @aliciamalone @BenMank77 @davekarger @ProfJStewart https://t.co/OuQFqR1NqB pic.twitter.com/JdLHuuORh5
— Eddie Muller (@EddieMuller) April 16, 2020
That makes me miss the late, great Della Street.
I’ve bold-faced the new additions. I would be a bald-faced liar if I didn’t inform you that I made some other changes as well. What’s a little reshuffling among friends?
My Top Ten Favorite William Holden Movies
- Sunset Boulevard
- Bride On the River Kwai
- The Wild Bunch
- The Turning Point
- Stalag 17
- Born Yesterday
- Executive Suite
My Top Ten Favorite Fred MacMurray Movies
- Double Indemnity
- The Apartment
- The Caine Mutiny
- Remember The Night
- Alice Adams
- The Egg and I
- Dive Bomber
- The Absent Minded Professor
Quote Of The Week: It’s one of my favorite literary quotes from one of my favorite books.
That quote really resonates with me this week. I’ve been dealing with more than my share of careless people. Sheesh.
I need a palate cleanser. How about some Gatsby inspired music by Bryan Ferry?
Gazpacho v. Gestapo pic.twitter.com/TRukbyoopP
— Shecky (@Adrastosno) February 10, 2022
On the left soup. On the right, Gestapo head and convicted war criminal Ernst Kaltenbrunner who scared even his Nazi co-defendants at the first Nuremberg trial. It’s unknown what they thought of gazpacho, Me, I like it.
Let’s close down this virtual honky tonk with some more music.
Saturday Classic: I may not have my usual Carnival spirit, but some New Orleans music is in order. Here’s one of Our Mac’s finest albums:
That’s all for this week. The last word goes to the stars of Borderline: Fred MacMurray and my cat’s namesake, Claire Trevor.