Rine in Spine and other ephemera
I missed Diana's birthday at Songbird yesterday, as I was at the Kalamazoo club playing a little set; off to Cambridge in a mo to do the same again, with the trusty iPod set to shuffle and displaying to me just what rotten taste in music I have, wahey! Rotten but great in its cheesiness and fun! I borrowed the CD of The Sound of Music from the library, and that's going on it, along with My Fair Lady, Professor Higgins, the Rine in Spine, showtunes galore.
Not sure about Chicago, though, and definitely not Stephen Sondheim, pretentious melodysmith that he is, one stage worse than Andrew Lloyd Webber.
I used to think you pronounced Lloyd 'Loyloyd'
Silly old me.
Ah, Brother Tobias, thank you for the cheese straws!
Who invented such luscious things!