This is my blog where I write about music, and myself. Vaudeville, burlesque, blues, jazz, novelties, and whatever else I feel like posting. Mostly from my own LPs and 78s. Comments and feedback always appreciated. Please do not link directly to mp3s. It's rude.

I set up my record player goods the other day. I'm not too good with wires but I always figure it out eventually.
I have that usb turntable but I don't use the usb port. That record player sucks anyway and if I had loose change I'd buy a different one.
It goes in through the receiver and out to my computer. Same with my Califone. It has a 1/4 headphone jack so I plug it in there like that.
As I settled down into my new home I got a few blasts from the past.
First and foremost and oh-so-exciting is that the Lili St. Cyr biography finally came out.


I played a part in this however small and for that I am proud and grateful. Kelly DiNardo did a great job and I really encourage you to check it out.

Photographer Ed Fox has a new book out on Taschen featuring yours truly, circa 2001. Good memories of that wonderful trip to LA.

And oddly enough I got a little mention in the City Paper mail section just this week. A photographer I once worked with gave me a nod in regards to a story the City Paper had done about "neo-pinups" in Baltimore.

Meanwhile I've been making jewelry, painting house, tending houseplants and reading.

...and mp3-ifying some records. Nothing appropriate for here, yet though. I'll get right on it, I promise.
In the meantime here's a Doris Day song.

When I was 19 I knew nothing about "old music" but I wanted to learn. I'd search the internet for things like 'life is a bowl of cherries', and for Irving Berlin, who I learned of from songs performed by my beloved Eva Cassidy on the Live at Blues Alley record, (a record which changed my life for real.)
So the familiar name of Doris Day sounded like someone I would probably like, and I bought a CD called "Cocktail Hour" because that sounded like something I would probably like. Today, the first track from that CD evokes the memories of sitting around in my old apartment on Park Avenue with hot cups of tea during the cold winter, discovering new old music, getting excited about jazz and Irving Berlin and Tin Pan Alley and burlesque and just about anything that happened before I was born.

Doris Day
Someone Like You

Labels: books, burlesque

Posted by: Kara Mae 1/20/2008