Sunday morning.
Sunday morning.
It’s a Bloody Mary morning, Baby left me without warning Sometime in the night So I’m flyin’ down to Houston Forgetting her’s the nature of my flight
As we taxi toward the runway With the smog and haze Reminding me of how I feel Just a country boy who’s learnin’ That the pitfalls of the city Are extremely real
All the night life and the parties And temptation and deceit The order of the day Well it’s a Bloody Mary mornin’ Cause I’m leavin’ baby somewhere in LA It’s a Bloody Mary morning…
Our golden jet is airborn And flight Fifty cuts a path Across the mornin’ sky And a voice comes on the speaker Reassuring us flight Fifty Is the way to fly
And a hostess takes our order Coffee tea or something stronger To start off the day Well it’s a Bloody Mary morning Cause I’m leavin’ baby somewhere in LA It’s a bloody mary morning…
Sunday morning omelets, coffee, hard bop and great company. We are golden.
And In the Morning We Shall Sing
Music for the morning after. Time to greet the day. Time for coffee and cuddling and lazing about on Sunday mornings while still in PJs.
(Source: 8tracks.com)
Just getting warmed up on a Sunday morning. Sunday is oldies day here in the House for Wayward Military Journalists and I’m the DJ. Coffee, friends and Gene Chandler’s Duke of Earl among a brilliant line-up of other cuts.
Perhaps Darin’s Dream Lover, maybe The Ronettes’ Be My Baby, definitely Jerry Lee’s Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On.
My Sunday morning playlist. Music for reading the paper in bed. Music for coffee and tea. Music for brunch. Music for making love. How do you spend your Sunday mornings?
Music for Sundays
Breeches, jodhpurs, pantaloons, knickers, chinos, jeans, britches, cords and pants… DO NOT WANT. My freedom to watch football in my underwear shall not be abridged in these United States.
Football is great on Sunday, no question about it. But… I’d much rather have that intimate moment when you’re face to face, locked in to each other. Yeah… To accept a definition of yourself that includes the word happy.
Let my last two posts serve as a lesson to you. Raking leaves and forgoing football on Sunday leads to a, shall we say, much more satisfying day.
Men of America
In an era when bop reigned supreme, it took a man of consumate cool to add the elegance. Enter Dexter Gordon, perhaps the finest tenor sax player of the era.
On a Sunday morning there are no finer choices for your turntable than Dexter’s “GO.”
It’s penetrating my ear holes right now.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jason and I’m writing this with an Irish lilt in my voice. What I Like I like black and white movies set in Paris and London. I like breakfast for dinner at 24-hour diners. I like classic cocktails with names like Manhattan and Sidecar. I like wearing my grandfather’s heavy, blue wool overcoat and my father’s gray fedora in the winter. I like talking baseball with strangers. I like rooting for the bad guy in heist movies. I like jazz that sounds like a rainy night in New York. I like poems about the sea and matters of the heart. I like women who know how to say fuck because they’re comfortable in their own skin. I like minimalism though I like too much stuff to be a minimalist. I like September because it’s gorgeous everywhere. I like buying the newspaper from a news stand. I like soul music on Sunday mornings. I like Coca-Cola in glass bottles. I like red toes. I like the Beatles in mono and the Rolling Stones in stereo. I like the word ‘caper’ when it’s used to describe a crime. I like women who cook breakfast in my shirt and their underwear. I like it when they’re referred to as the funny papers. I like packages wrapped in brown paper and twine. I like stripped socks. I like the way middle-aged Italian men dress. And I like you.
Since I seem to have a host of new followers…
Among the many wonderful things to do on brilliant Sundays is to talk a walk in the park.
Among the many wonderful things to do on brilliant Sundays is to enjoy breakfast in bed.
It’s a Bloody Mary morning with my roommate and Dr. Strangelove. If one is going to address the blackest of nuclear humor, one must not be sober.
Wait. Yes, there IS a better way to spend Sunday.
