Shabbos Frivolity: My Greenhorn Cousin
In Which Your Humble Blogger dee diddle diddle dey, dey dey dee diddle diddle dey, hey! dee diddle diddle dey, now where’s the rent money.
In Which Your Humble Blogger dee diddle diddle dey, dey dey dee diddle diddle dey, hey! dee diddle diddle dey, now where’s the rent money.
In Which Your Humble Blogger took out the instrumentals, and didn’t happen to select any with words in a foreign language. Also: the song that was mostly scat singing, with the title repeated a few times and some random chat with the band.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not plan to stay up all night, or even particularly late, but hopes to sit down with the Perfect Non-Reader for at least a few minutes after dinner.
Your Humble Blogger thought that this Playlist was going to be easy. The play is set among musical comedy folk on an ocean liner in the 1930s, and I have a reasonably extensive collection of music from the 1930s and…
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all about the fire, but who isn’t.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pleased, as should y’all be, that I didn’t have to resort to singing the thing myself.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does that thing with different versions of a good old song.
In Which Your Humble Blogger continues a tradition. I did have a couple of people say they liked this one; the last few have fallen like a proverbial in the whatnot.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still here, and still interested in the series.