Wedding Spam?

Well, that makes for a nice change: instead of comment spam for Penis Enlargement, my last post got a spate of Japanese wedding spam. And one from the same site that noted, "They know you have been suffering from depression, and weight problem." Only one weight problem, I guess: too much of the damned stuff.

Who is they? What do my depression and weight issues have to do with Japan or weddings? I must go off now and up my security settings.

Alla My Love, Alla My Kisses...

Wow.

It was all klages's idea: Tonight we went to a cabaret performance by Tyne Daly, whom you may know as MaryBeth Lacey, or (my favorite) Maxine Gray. She was just wonderful. She does not have a perfect voice, but she has a clear, tuneful one, and her diction and enunciation is as perfect, in its way, as Julie Andrews's--useful when she did a couple of patter-songs. She was funny and wry and touching--each song had its own character, and she inhabited them all. She did two Rudy Vallee songs, a 13th century lay, some Sondheim (she opened with "I Had a Dream," as a way to get the whole Mama Rose thing out of the way--and it was swell), some mid-20th century songs I'd never heard before, a little Bessie Smith, a heartrending song from "Dear World" (the musical version of "The Madwoman of Chaillot," which I am now determined to seek out)...it was all wonderful.

And then, at the end, she came back for her encore and did "All My Love." The Buddy Holly song. Started out quiet and thoughtful, and by the end of the song, without having gotten faster, it was both lusty and triumphant.

She's about my height, with beautiful eyes and hands, a shock of white, curling hair, that famously anxious grin.

Wow. Now I have new songs rattling around in my head, and I want to sing.