Thursday, October 25, 2012
Get Wet. Get In. Ride the Wave. Get Frosting on Your Clothes.
I've wanted to live by the ocean, I said, probably ever since I first saw the ocean in a movie.
And you just got here, she said. After all those years. Well, a person just can't do everything.
But you, I said, managed to live in Baltimore during the 40s. There are people who'd pay a million dollars to hear the music you heard.
Oh, yeah, she said.
Ever see Cab Calloway? I asked.
Sure, she said.
Louis Armstrong?
Oh, yeah.
And on we went. From the Inkspots to Glen Miller. The Dorsey Brothers. Bennie Goodman.
I heard about the clubs where she and her sister worked. The Club Charles. The Band Box and the Chanticleer.
And she told me about a crazy Martha Raye act. After she sang her set, she threw a cake at the audience.
People loved it, she said. They didn't care if they got frosting on their clothes.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
oh yea i get it!
what a time that must have been
...lucky you to hear and ask about them....
dig somemore.......research for your novel
That is my favorite kind of post. Thanks. Tell your mama I said howdy, okay?
Post a Comment