It’s hard for me to believe but this is my 100th post of the Laughable Feast on Substack. Even harder to believe is that so many of you have actually read one or more of them. To celebrate this auspicious occasion, I present as a present the following post in its entirety, to all of my readers, asking the musical question ‘Where Have All the Flowers Gone?’.
My dad loved jazz. In the late 50’s early 60’s (until I was old enough to go out at night) we’d listen to this famous Rochester DJ and his radio show “The Essence of Jazz” My dad would half scat along with the music. Now I do the same.
Regarding music all I know is my ability to remember song lyrics from the 60's far exceeds my ability to remember why I walked into the kitchen. Congrats on 100 posts. Can't wait for101.
Thank you so much, Linda. That means a lot. It never occurred to me I'd even start this journey let alone get to 100. Posts, I mean, not years. That ain't gonna happen.
And I always thought scat was wild animal poop.
Half scat sounds twice as bad...and even Dr. Rick couldn't save you from becoming your dad.
My dad loved jazz. In the late 50’s early 60’s (until I was old enough to go out at night) we’d listen to this famous Rochester DJ and his radio show “The Essence of Jazz” My dad would half scat along with the music. Now I do the same.
Thanks very much. But remind me how I know you.
Regarding music all I know is my ability to remember song lyrics from the 60's far exceeds my ability to remember why I walked into the kitchen. Congrats on 100 posts. Can't wait for101.
Thank you so much, Linda. That means a lot. It never occurred to me I'd even start this journey let alone get to 100. Posts, I mean, not years. That ain't gonna happen.
Happy 100th post Eric ! I read you every week and it gives me great joy ! I often read you out loud to Robert so we can share in the FEAST ! Linda