Saturday Music When Feeling French

THE FUTURIST! feels in a French kind of mood today, as opposed to yesterday when he felt a bit Finnish(ed). Therefore, Saturday Music presents the opening credits to Francois Truffaut's Stolen Kisses, the third (if you count Antoine et Collette) in the Antoine Doinel film series. Au Revoir!



QUE RESTE T'IL DE NOS AMOURS
performed by Charles Trenet

Saturday Music for The Oscars

THE FUTURIST! presents the former (former because he is now dead) alcoholic pill popping poor actor/hipster Peter Lawford (never nominated for an Academy Award) singing the hit tune from the Broadway musical HAIR! This is an astounding piece of video from an old TV variety show called The Hollywood Palace. This is something The Academy Award producers would most certainly have allowed in the past on the big show. The Hollywood groovy psychedelic camera work is quite impressive. Please "dig" the dancing he does before he returns to his wicker chair throne, due to bad 80% proof equilibrium. His voice has more cracks in it than the eggs used this morning for THE FUTURIST!'s North Jersey Omelet. And he has a hookah on a table next to him!! Good Pagan God! THE FUTURIST! asks "Why isn't he wearing a Nehru Jacket and why was he famous?"



AQUARIOUS
performed by Peter Lawford

Saturday Music for St. Valentine's Day

One of THE FUTURIST!'s favorite songs is by THE SMITHS.
Please enjoy this very odd rendition done in a way that haunts THE FUTURIST! in a strangely titillating manner ... and then saddens him to the point of concocting a St. Valentine's Day martini with a hint of red sweet vermouth to add the cliche coloring of the holiday, but still provide the after affect coloring of a blue temperament. Yes, THE FUTURIST! is alone.




THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT
performed by Zoe Woodbury-High on her ukulele.

Saturday Music for the Economic Downturn

Bad news today for THE FUTURIST! The sad state of the economy, which is rotting and festering like a week old, exposed to the elements, casaba melon, has hit home. So, today's Saturday music fits the state THE FUTURIST! and haiku find themselves embroiled. The following song, recommended by haiku, who presented it to THE FUTURIST! with a smile ... (?) ... is appropriately melancholy. The red liquid mass you see spreading across the screen in the video is either symbolic of THE FUTURIST!'s bleeding ulcer or the gushing of type O onto the linoleum kitchen floor after THE FUTURIST! commits seppuku; haiku has agreed to disengage THE FUTURIST!'s head from his torso as he loses consciousness ... it is the customary end to the ritual, you know. Enjoy.



I SEE A DARKNESS
performed by Bonnie Prince Billy

Ah, Time for More Saturday Music

THE FUTURIST! presents one of his favorite performers.
THE DIVINE COMEDY blends the stylings of a Burt Bacharach with a sense of humor and sardonic wit. Listen to the lyrics and aurally experience a tale of attraction that leads to misery set to music. And please excuse the annoying introduction by the English TV host with the odd speech impediment.



OUR MUTUAL FRIEND
performed by The Divine Comedy

Saturday Music

THE FUTURIST! wishes he could play the mandolin in just the same way that it is played in this song. Quite rollicking. Very stirring. A toe tapper.

OH MANDY
performed by The Spinto Band

From the Record Archives

Good Pagan God, THE FUTURIST! loves this song.
It's in his top ten favorites!

RED SAILS IN THE SUNSET
performed by The Casani Club Orchestra

More Music for a Saturday Night

THE FUTURIST! is home alone, again, on a Saturday Night.

Time for some relaxing meditative music to soothe the soul.

THE FUTURIST! just finished shoveling snow in Utter Despair.

After heaving mounds of iced precipitation off the sidewalk,

it's wonderful to sit back, remove any sodden footwear

and sip a mixed drink. THE FUTURIST! thinks the

weather is appropriate for this recording by

The Concert Orchestra of Palm Garden.

The cover depicts two young ladies dozing in the snow. Fascinating.

THE FUTURIST! often thinks of lying in the snow and dying.

It's a recurring dream.

He has heard that freezing to death is a process

that makes one drift off into a state of blissful nirvana

before becoming a victim of hypothermia and having
your heart rate cease. The brain becomes a half gallon

of frozen Butter Pecan Ice Cream.

Sleep well, girls.

THE FUTURIST! wishes you all a pleasant good night.

Music for a Saturday Night

It's not always that THE FUTURIST!
finds himself home on a Saturday night.
When he does find himself in this situation;
comfortable on his sofa, in relaxing clothes and
stretching out his argyle socked feet, he will pour
himself a delicious glass of Miyazaki
(that's Japanese for wine with a tasteful
animated quality on the palate)
and will listen to a record in his vast collection.
Tonight: A CHILD'S CRY.
Perfect! The Stress is about to ebb away.