One of the bad things about my job is that my weekend, my two off days, are sometimes Monday/Tuesday. Or Thursday/Friday. Or any other pair of days other than the traditional Saturday/Sunday.
One of the really cool things about my job is that my weekend is sometimes Monday/Tuesday. Or Thursday/Friday. Or any other pair of days other than the traditional Saturday/Sunday pair. Weekends of the traditional type are vastly overated. I digress.
It was one lazy "weekend" weekday. I was at Circuit City in late 2007, maybe early 2008 -- one of ten customers in the whole store -- when I first saw this video and first heard this song. I instantly became a fan of one Diana Krall and her crew.
It was playing on a big screen TV they had set up with a Bose sound system. With no effort I commandeered the remote and must have hit "Replay" ten times. Dude asked me twice if I needed help. No. Not really. He just didn't understand.
I was little more than a snotty-nosed kid looking thru a candy shop window, dreaming a distant dream. Mesmerized, jaw dropped. The sound was cool enough all by itself, but the visual of Ms Krall's light fingertips dancing on the keys and those magnificent high heels; too-cool bass player, guitarist feeling it, drummer marvelously keeping everybody in check... man.
It was lovely. All of it. Still is. What a remarkable dance amongst truly talented people.
What is it like to look over at a fellow musician whilst making magnificent music? I can only imagine, for this is truly magnificent... top to bottom, start to finish.
What follows is the closest I've seen to sex without people getting undressed. It's not exactly the same vid I remember seeing then, but it's close. And it evokes pretty much the same.
Enjoy!
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