Born in New York's charming Bronx quarter, "Little Tony" Czobimski sang street corner doo-wop and ran errands for the Kosher Nostra Elk's Club, a local charitable organisation. His smooth bossa take on doo-wop standards was - and still is - ahead of its time.Avoiding the draft by getting a cap in the ass during a craps game, "Little Tony" changed his name to Jobim [Spanish - bum - Ed.], cut the soles off his shoes, sat in a tree and learned to play the flute. The rest is history.Here's three of his swellest album recordings. Whether your Sunday is spent quietly at home with the family, pottering around the yard in your robe, going to church, or simply getting fisted by a Ukranian abductee in a white van parked on the airport perimeter, these long-playing records will provide that breezy ambience to make your day special!
Hey! Youse bums need breezy-type ambience? Tell us how you spend your Sunday!
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a loaf of bread, a jobim of wine, and thou...?
ReplyDeleteFrench press coffee, weed, and Miles. Repeat as necessary. Make a big pot of Cassoulet (sausage, duck confit , pork and white beans). A 2016 Domaine de Font Sane Gigondas Tradition. Affogato (espresso and ice cream) weed. Repeat as necessary. A walk around the West Village, with Otis "The Wonder Dog"
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Très débonnaire tout ça, M. le chat de Jaques Kérouaque.
DeleteA true bohemian sunday! Very true to form.
Most Sundays I have this recurring and vivid memory of playing zither and singing "It's My Party and I'll Cry if I Want To" at a Filipino wedding in Seattle for fourteen dollars and all the lamb kabob I could eat.
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DeleteMoi: Feed dogs. Shit/shave/shower trifecta. Squint at computer, poke at keyboard. Breakfast - choose from: espresso/cappucino/drip/filter/cafetière coffee, various teas, croissant, home-made bread, salami/bacon, Bothered Eggs (my own method), while listening to 40's radio show.
ReplyDeleteThe rest of the day is mine.
Hang out with the kids. Maybe go and get the Christmas tree. Hopefully a nap. More hanging out with the kids.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, Farq. That write up is...something (as usual).
ReplyDeleteHaving the phrase " getting fisted by a Ukranian abductee in a white van parked on the airport perimeter" (shouldn't that be an abductor, or am I reading this wrong? I'm not good at potentially consensual sexual assault kidnapping scenarios) turn up right beside the galloping giraffe in the savannah is some sort of demented genius...
As I read that, my first thought was that it seemed a little too explicit not to hsve been someone's personal experience.
DeleteI am as God made me, sir ...
Delete(and "abductee" is right - someone who has been abducted, in this case a Ukranian sex slave, probably from the same web site as Melanomia)
So I did indeed read that scenario wrong. Not that it matters to that giraffe, unless it runs to get away from your weird sex scenarios as quick as it can...
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ReplyDeleteMy Sunday: Wake up next to a beautiful woman, receive felatio, fall back asleep. Wake up to a wonderful breaakfast of a western omelet and mimosas. Then, off to a nice long bicycle ride around the park, followed by a late afternoon concert of biguines and choros. Home in time to light the grill and roast a nice piece of fish, accompanied by a nice chilled bottle of a Spanish white wine.
In reality, I wake up sobbing in my pillow, and try not to wipe off my cheeto stained fingers on the bed linens
*terrorist fist bump*
DeleteAfter a light breakfast, coffee, read the bits of Saturdays papers that I couldn't finish yesterday while listening to some cool tuneage - Mr Jobin would sound great.
ReplyDeleteI try to avoid the airport perimeter, and what with the unsavory goings on, I shall continue to do so - I always thought those people with binoculars we looking out for planes, how naive have I been all my life, sometimes ignorance is bliss. Now where's that pesky stealth link hiding?
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I spotted it, thanks Farq. I have been really enjoying the Brian Wilson from a couple of weeks ago.
ReplyDeleteThis time of year, I enjoy dressing up in a red and white outfit, standing outside various area retail establishments, passing out hateful glares and judgemental sneers at all the people who wear their masks below their noses on the way into or or out of the automatic doors.......
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I pondered whether I should add this to my growing collection of things which I'll never have time to listen, until finding a random reference to Wave being an ideal desert island disc somewhere else on the interwebs. I may be slow, but I can tell when either the Cosmos or Bill Gates is giving me clear direction, so I better pencil in some bossa nova flavored listening at my earliest convenience.
ReplyDeleteThis Sunday, I got to sleep in until almost 7 AM, then enjoyed an hour or so of Dave Brubeck in honor of his 100th birthday.