Sitting here on my couch, staring at the TV. Corona overkill does not invite me to go out walking, and anyway, out there it looks cold and sullen, some timid streaks of sun hovering behind weak clouds. In about 15 minutes, they are showing on the movie channel a Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers flick, Flying Down to Rio. I may never have seen it. However silly like all the other sillies it will likely be, there is sure to be the songs and the dances, and a lazy way to kill time.
More and more, those hypocrite politicians who order us to behave in a way they do not, are trying out, some say, more mind control on society. Some believe it's an orchestrated agenda to sweep conventional values away, and bring us closer to some new radically reconfigured way of life. I tie them into the ultra left San Francisco socialists. A Shocker: Rents over there have dropped by 25 per cent, with the average one bedroom priced at less than $2,000! Id say that's cheaper now than Oakland! That social cesspool pandering to fringe groups is driving people away. Nobody wants to live in Baghdad by The Bay anymore.
Now the sun is piercing right into my face, maybe heard me calling it "timid."
What was I starting out with? Astaire and Rogers. Here comes a song, I think: Music Makes Me, Never heard it. Love the salty rhythms. These snappy refrains never fail. The beat is old fashioned, and I like to picture my mom and dad dancing to it when they were whirlwind courting.
Are you still there? Fred is playing an accordion! A film so trite and disjointed, hard to get through.
Back at u later.
Now it is after six, and some 3 stooges shorts are on. They always deliver.
The sun I told you about stayed only briefly, a big yellow tease, then flaked back out.
Okay, it's only tonight and I'm back before I planned. Fred and Ginger in The Gay Divorcee, which easily beats out Rio, and they just did Nite and Day, one of those heaven-sent moments when music and choreography and dancers merge in miraculous perfection. He is trying to lure her into a dance (translated, romance), she holds out but finally lets him take her into the song, as if the first time they ever danced together, and the results are matchless. The only other Astaire number I would equal it to would be Dancing in the Dark from my favorite movie musical of all time, The Bandwagon.
Catch you tomorrow morning, when I decide whether I have the nerve to post this. Of course, now I must. At least, Martin Burton's great quote will still be up there -- the most powerful thing I have heard a circus owner say in many years.
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