Of course we know that fog doesn’t burn, but people have been saying it for so long that it is an accepted phrase. Even the weather people (certified meteorologists) say it on television. I don’t know if I’m in favor of that or not. After all, they are certified.
I’m feeling particularly sappy today. I was listening to the Carpenters while out this morning. I found myself liking the music. I never felt that way when they were on Top 40 radio. I know I put their music in the same class as elevator music. (By the way, merriam-webster.com tells me that the term elevator musicwas first used in 1963, but doesn’t tell me where or who first used it. Can anyone enlighten me?) Now I listen to the Carpenters and think that most of their music is really good. There are a couple of exceptions. I can’t stand it when the sing “Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby” in Superstar. Whoever wrote that deserves to be shot. It is worse than Frank Sinatra singing “Doobie, doobie, doo” in Strangers In the Night, but he was ad libbing to fill at the end of the song. Someone wrote the “baby, baby…” line in Superstar.
Anyway, it shows that my musical tastes have continued to expand while reaching back to music from my past. The Carpenters will never rank among my favorites like The Kingston Trio, Frank Sinatra, Dave Brubeck, or Linda Ronstadt. They may, however, move up to the second or third tier among artists like Ahmad Jamal, Steppenwolf, The Limeliters, and Jane Monheit.
Changing subjects drastically, I have to report that my Cindy’s mother, Flo, is not doing well physically. She may not be with us much longer, and for that I am truly sorry. I haven’t always been fond of Flo, and I have put things in this blog about her that were not flattering. She is, as they say, someone’s mother and grandmother. I hope that she can recover.