Saturday Music from a Film That Means a Lot

THE FUTURIST! feels a bit melancholy today ... but when doesn't he? Being that par for the course, his Saturday music post for today is a bit of music of lament from a movie that means very much to him ... so very much. One day perhaps, he will reveal why BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID is such an important movie in his life, but for now let him just present this bit of music without much explanation. The composer of the score that many questioned at its release is by Burt Bacharach. A western with music by Burt Bacharach ... ah ... there you have the criticism. THE FUTURIST! says, "Who cares?!!"

Listen and think of your regrets:


NOT GOIN' HOME ANYMORE
composed by Burt Bacharach
from the film BUTCH CASSIDY & THE SUNDANCE KID (1969)

Saturday Music Expressing a Weather Report

There has been a heat wave embracing the United States and THE FUTURIST! has felt it's horrible humid, sticky, suffocating, stinky hug every single minute in Utter Despair, NJ. Oh, it is so so hot. One must find shelter in their home and shopping malls and their own place of employment ... that is if these places have air conditioners or central air cooling systems. Thankfully most are equipped with the environmentally controlled cooling invention of Man's Ingenuity in beating the heat. THE FUTURIST! leaves one cooled dwelling for another ... into his car ... then into another place of air conditioning. The other night, THE FUTURIST! left a building and it was dark and still ... just the sound of buzzing cicadas ... and the air was so thick and wet ... it felt like he was inhaling aerosol canned cheese spray. He was carrying some papers and they started to curl from the humidity. His clothing immediately felt like it had shrunk and adhered itself to his limbs and other areas not to be mentioned that are covered by unmentionables. The atmosphere felt other worldly ... as if he had walked onto the surface of Mars or Jupiter.

Today it felt like the heat wave had subsided a bit. It was not as humid ... still rather warm. THE FUTURIST! does not like the heat or the Summer Time.

Please listen to Mr. Cole Porter's song about heat and not wanting to do much of anything ... especially "pitching the woo" when it's just too too hot.


IT'S TOO DARN HOT
performed by Ella Fitzgerald
written by Cole Porter

Saturday Music that Says it All Using a Fruit Metaphor

This clip from PENNIES FROM HEAVEN (1981)
does what it does very well. 'nuff said.
Except to add that the cherries at the bottom
of THE FUTURIST!'s bowl are a bit mushy.

Listen:


LIFE IS JUST A BOWL OF CHERRIES
from the film PENNIES FROM HEAVEN (1981)
performed by Walter S. Harrah, Gene Merlino,
Vern Rowe, Robert Tebow and Al Vescovo
Mimed onscreen by Steve Martin,
Bernadette Peters, and Jessica Harper

Saturday Music for Leaving

THE FUTURIST! attended a "going away" festivity of sorts. It was a gathering of co-workers who were saying goodbye to one who decided she had had enough. This person of THE FUTURIST!'s acquaintance may not be going to anywhere better financially or appropriate to her educational background, but the parachuting from the the huge airliner of despair, aggravation, humiliation and tedious disregard for her as a human being was an escape that had to be made. She decided to unlatch the cargo door, suffer the powerful winds of the high altitudes of Life and ... leap. THE FUTURIST! just hopes she pulls the parachute cord before she hits the ground at high plummeting speed.

In between laughing, gossiping and assorted appetizers and plenty of booze, the gatherers at this departure party decided to partake of a little karaoke. THE FUTURIST! is not one to indulge in such frivolity, but he was asked to pick an appropriate tune for the guest of honor to lend her not-so-perfect pipes of vocalization to and ... as usual, THE FUTURIST! leans to his favorite composer of the 20th century ... Mr. Burt Bacharach. In this case, THE FUTURIST! chose this song from the Broadway show PROMISES, PROMISES that Mr. Bacharach and his lyricist Hal David wrote the music for to the book written by Neil Simon based on the film THE APARTMENT.

THE FUTURIST! knows it is a song about a woman expressing her emotions in respect as to when to depart from a relationship ... but, he felt that it matched the night's theme.

Please Listen:


KNOWING WHEN TO LEAVE
music by Burt Bacharach and Hal David
performed by Jill O'Hara

P.S. Those that attended loved the rendition and the music. Bacharach never disappoints.

Saturday Music for "Summer Jammin'" with Dr. Porto

Summer time is a season of memories past and future. THE FUTURIST! finds certain songs evoke those childhood flashbacks of fun, frolics, fantasy and, sometimes, regret. Everyone has those certain Summer Time Songs locked away in their brain memory vaults. The tumblers on those vaults can be easily twirled to and fro to unlock visions when hearing melodies.

Speaking of the mind and the psychological and such, Dr. Porto, THE FUTURIST!'s acquaintance of psychiatry, happens to be a good conversationalist and all around bright personality, even though he is a horrible person. The Doctor isn't entirely 100% evil. He can, occasionally, be kind and generous ... but only for brief moments. He is seeing a counsellor regarding these faults in himself.

But, the point of this Saturday Music post is not Dr. Porto's predisposition for being manipulative and Machiavellian. This post is about Summer Time Memories through Music. Dr. Porto suggested this piece by Yuck. THE FUTURIST! when he first heard Dr. Porto utter the name of the band Yuck, mistakenly thought Dr. Porto was verbally expressing a reaction to his new hounds tooth summer sport coat. After a brief misunderstanding, THE FUTURIST! was made to understand Yuck was the name of a band and Dr. Porto was "Summer Jammin'" to on his outdoor deck while toasting Naan Bread on his grill. Dr. Porto was listening and reminiscing about his Summer Time Romance with Nurse Lutz years ago. It was a memory filled with sunshine, the Jersey seashore, beautiful skies, wine coolers, Xanax, some sort of cat tranquilizer and the terrible way Nurse Lutz stood him up in order to go on a road trip with her voluptuous girlfriends to the Hamptons.

Yuck brought back those memories ... both in music and reaction. Dr. Porto was filled with nostalgia tinged with love and depression.

THE FUTURIST! visited for awhile, ate Indian food and watched Dr. Porto leaf through an Asian Modeling catalogue. It was a beautiful day. Low humidity and perfect for Summer Memories.

Listen:


GEORGIA
performed by YUCK

Saturday Music for the Gays Across the Street

In near by New York State, they have passed a law legalizing marriage between persons of the same sex. This has excited the homosexual community to such an extent that they are celebrating in the streets, crying, laughing and dancing dressed as half naked bird/human hybrids in loin cloths, feathered hats and Mardi Gras masks. They are so happy to finally be able to be just as legally unhappy as heterosexual wedded couples. What a historic day.

The mirth is not just to be found across the Hudson River. Here in New Jersey, a neighboring state, and, specifically Utter Despair, New Jersey, the gays are beside themselves, as well. THE FUTURIST! can attest to this fact. He knows of a male couple who live across the street from him who are full of glee (not the TV show ... they are never full of that ... they always want more!). Both the gents, Lerner and Lloyd, are aware of THE FUTURIST! blog and his observations from Utter Despair NJ. Here's a quote from Lloyd, specifically ...

"THE FUTURIST! THE FUTURIST! We loved your list of 5 guys you'd go gay for!! Did you hear me, THE FUTURIST!? ... WE ... LOVED ... IT! GO, HUGH DANCY!! WOOOOOO! BY THE WAY ... NICE ARGYLES! LOOKING TRIM! YOU SHOULD RUN WITH US! THAT'S NOT TO IMPLY THAT YOU STILL DON'T LOOK WONDERFULLY TRIM!"

This was yelled across the street as THE FUTURIST! was getting into his car and adjusting his socks.

This week and weekend was a cornucopia of giddiness for Lerner and Lloyd and their friends. Not only was the gay marriage law passed, but tomorrow is Gay Pride Day and they have just put the finishing touches on a float they are taking over to the city for the parade. They always create a movie themed float and go to great lengths to make it as fabulous as possible. This year they are going high camp with a salute to what many consider the worst James Bond film which was released 32 years ago this weekend in 1979 ... yes ... MOONRAKER. There is a lot of silver foil, a space ship, attractive men in space suits and tuxedos and dressed as Bond Girls. IT is quite something to see. THE FUTURIST! only spied it once before they covered it over with a very tasteful ecru velour drapery.

THE FUTURIST! is a great Bond fan and asked if he could see more of the creation, but was denied. Lloyd said that he could see it in its full glory at the parade.

"We would love you to come, THE FUTURIST! Look ... you can even ride in the cockpit of the spaceship. It's perfectly safe ... we'd strap you in tight. You know, you have that supporting actor type of look of a Bond film guy that would help 007 and then get killed in some gruesome manner. And I mean that in a good way, of course."

THE FUTURIST! respectfully declined.

Last night, the boys were doing some last minute fine tuning and THE FUTURIST! could hear the music they were using for the float as it glided down the street displaying its full alternative 007 sexuality in tomorrow's festive flotilla. A piece of campy music which can be heard at the closing credits of the film. Good Pagan God, the 70s was a magnificent era.

Listen


MOONRAKER (disco version)
performed by Shirley Bassey
written by John Barry

Saturday Music for a Psychotic's Father's Day

A very quick, brief Saturday Music post due to Father's Day festivities in Utter Despair, NJ. Here's a little ditty from a very disturbing film that can be thought of in different terms ... a beautiful song about one's love to their father, the distinctive warbling of the psychotic Baby Jane Hudson portrayed by Bette Davis or an evergreen song sung by drag queen impersonators across America.

Listen:


I'VE WRITTEN A LETTER TO DADDY
from the film WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE?

Saturday Music from The Chocolate Factory

Gene Wilder celebrates his 78th birthday today and THE FUTURIST! salutes with a song from one of his most remembered films for many people of a certain age. WILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY seems ripe for a Broadway stage incarnation. What are the money people waiting for? It has ready made songs (someone could write a few more, of course) and would appeal to the family crowd that keeps those Disney-fied Times Square hopping. Tim Burton did his recreation that featured music by Danny Elfman that had one or two bits of tuneful fun, but the original had the classic song that encapsulates the whole feel of the film. Not the book, but THE FILM. And Gene Wilder warbled it in his imperfect way, but with great charm and heart.

THE FUTURIST! is not going to post Mr. Wilder's version. Instead, he shall share the version below that he heard on a college radio show where he aided in providing "character comedy" bits in between musical selections. That was a happy time for THE FUTURIST!

Please ... listen:


PURE IMAGINATION
performed by Smoking Popes

Saturday Music with a Native American Chant

Dr. Porto, THE FUTURIST!'s acquaintance of the psychiatric profession, can be very mysterious, enigmatic and, oft times, suspected of evil manipulation. Sometimes he can be a marvel of discovery. He can make one see parts of themselves that they never explored before or enlighten areas of the mind that have never had a spotlight centered on in exposure ... however, in Dr. Porto's case it would be a strobe light.

THE FUTURIST! is very fond of the sound of Harpers Bizarre. They provide that dreamy, semi-psychedelic sound of the late 6os/early 70s that he enjoys so very much. He owns a recording of their best songs. He has been in search of one of their songs on YouTube that he wanted to add to his Saturday Music offerings. He could never find it to share with his audience.

Recently, through mere serendipity, THE FUTURIST! was treated to a discovery of a recording he can share. It was provided by the sinister, friendly, egomaniacal, yet self doubting Dr. Porto. It appears that he found it through a Russian source. Dr. Porto has connections all over the world. He has shared living quarters with a Slavic roommate of dubious background and since had to find other dwelling arrangements. HE has Asian connections both through travel and carnal desire. Dr. Porto is a fount of information regarding film, music, food and psychological torture. THE FUTURIST! is so glad he met him ... and at the same time, a bit frightened.

Please enjoy the dreamy sound of Harpers Bizarre as they intone this odd song that THE FUTURIST! could listen to again and again.

It is one of his little pleasures in life.

Listen:



WITCHI TAI TO
performed by Harpers Bizarre

Saturday Music for Happy Goths

Yesterday, THE FUTURIST! encountered two people, male and female, apparently a couple, who were dressed all in black. They both had inky black hair, obviously painted with chemical coloring and were pasty white in complexion. Could their skin actually be that pale? Was it made to appear so with the aid of some kind of talcum powder? There was a scent that surrounded them that had a hint of a cinnamon or some kind of herb that one would find cloying if it were used to excess ... but they seemed to have mathematically calculated just the right amount to apply to their skin or clothing without being atmospherically overbearing. THE FUTURIST! knew that these two were either the undead that had to have risen due to the impending Rapture that was predicted by religious nut cases for May 21, 2011 or they were just what society terms as GOTHS. Well, since the end of the world had not transpired, THE FUTURIST! surmised they were Goth-type people. Their attire and general physical appearance that they wished to show the public would seem to express sadness, death and general creepiness. However, they were very pleasant, polite and smiling. THE FUTURIST! spoke with them for a few moments and directed them to an address that they were seeking in Utter Despair, NJ. They thanked him and moved on with very warm smiles.

THE FUTURIST! thought of one his favorite singer/composers Neil Hannon/The Divine Comedy and this very clever song that has has some lyrics that THE FUTURIST! finds very amusing. It's about a parent and his Goth daughter and in his description of his offspring he uses these lines to tell us of her appearance:

"Well, her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth
And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth"

Using the STAR WARS ice planet to describe her skin is very witty.

Listen:


THE HAPPY GOTH
performed by The Divine Comedy

Saturday Music that Bids Bon Voyage

THE FUTURIST! posts this very late entry in his Saturday Music series after a very busy weekend ... oh, boy. Usually THE FUTURIST! plans his Saturday Music features in advance. Sometimes he has had last minute inspiration. Oft times the Saturday Music post is inspired by personal experience of the past or present ... sometimes a mere quirk of happenstance. Today THE FUTURIST! posts this entry which is a favorite of an acquaintance who is going to travel to Europe this week ... most specifically the faraway world of Great Britain. One day THE FUTURIST! hopes to travel to that area of the world and visit his correspondents in Scotland and Ireland and England, but for now he must only fantasize and live vicariously through others and their real life escapes. Most appropriately, this tune is from a English pop group of some time ago.

Bon voyage, M.H.

Safe travel and safe return.

* Pssst! Next week THE FUTURIST! promises to get
more personal with his Saturday Music entry!

Listen:


SAVE IT FOR LATER
performed by The English Beat

Saturday Music from THE FUTURIST!'s Cluttered Closet

In the continual cleansing that consumes THE FUTURIST! in a semi-monthly mission, new discoveries are continuously made in the cluttered closet of his tangible memories... especially in the form of record albums. Among the many records secreted in the back of the closet, THE FUTURIST! found one of his favorite Elvis Costello recordings. The album is called TRUST and if memory serves THE FUTURIST! correctly, it was the one Costello LP he played the most. It was one of those records that rarely had the needle lifted to bypass a track, hover indecisively over the rotating album and then placed elsewhere with that wonderful audible "plonk" and "hiss".


There are many great songs on the album ... in THE FUTURIST!'s humble opinion.
CLUBLAND
FROM A WHISPER TO A SCREAM (featuring G. Tilbrook of SQUEEZE)
WATCH YOUR STEP
SHOT WITH HIS OWN GUN and more.

A favorite of the many is the one featured below.

Listen:


NEW LACE SLEEVES
performed by Elvis Costello

Saturday Music that Loves a Particular Version of The Look of Love

THE FUTURIST! is in the midst of a William Friedkin Freakout Film Foray. He is trying to watch any and all Friedkin directed films in chronological order. The reasons why he is doing this can be stated thusly:

1. A person, in conversation, stated to THE FUTURIST!
that Friedkin is an egomaniac bullying hack with no cinematic style.
Could this be true? No style?

2. THE FUTURIST! had only seen, maybe, 4 Friedkin films in his life ...
and a few he has been very curious about since they are considered
very controversial.

3. THE FUTURIST! loves mini-film festivals in his Thimble Theater.
It quenches his soul and blocks realities that neurotically plague him.

4. THE FUTURIST! is a Completist.

THE FUTURIST! just watched Friedkin's filmed adaptation of the controversial play THE BOYS IN THE BAND. The film begins with the wonderful Harpers Bizarre version of Cole Porter's ANYTHING GOES and it ends with a version of Burt Bacharach's THE LOOK OF LOVE. This is not the vocalized Dusty Springfield take that was originally in the 1967 CASINO ROYALE, but a version that is totally orchestral from the album REACH OUT and conducted by Bacharach, himself.

As the film ends in blackness and bitter sadness the end credits begin showing each cast member and the music begins. It leaves you feeling a bit sad yourself. An odd song, beautiful, full of contented longing finally found, but ... well,

Listen:


THE LOOK OF LOVE
by Burt Bacharach

Saturday Music with the Soothing Penguin Cafe Orchestra

THE FUTURIST! has not much to say about The Penguin Cafe Orchestra except that their compositions add some solace to trying times. He has used their music twice before in earlier Saturday Music posts, but not this particular piece. This feels appropriate to listen to the night before Easter Sunday ... to relax and think about cooking a 4.61 pound boneless leg of lamb.

Listen and think about herbs and seasoning the lamb:


PERPETUUM MOBILE
performed by The Penguin Cafe Orchestra

Saturday Music at The Minor Super Market

THE FUTURIST! is not going to attend a family Easter dinner again this year. It will mark the 3rd year in a row he has decided not to be present at an Easter holiday repast. Growing up, THE FUTURIST! loved two holidays the very most ... Thanksgiving and Easter. Easter meant springtime and renewal and lovely weather and chocolate and hard boiled eggs and the public television station airing of EASTER PARADE or THE BAND WAGON or SINGIN' IN THE RAIN or a week of movie biblical melodramas with wooden acting, swelling Miklos Roza scores and large breasted women in revealing outfits and lots of Max Factor make-up being wooed by men garbed in metal breastplates, sandals and holding jeweled goblets ... oh, and a very attractive, non-Jewish or Semitic looking actor playing Jesus.

THE FUTURIST! can't avoid the Thanksgiving family gathering, but he has successfully been able to parachute out of the Easter feast. He remembers his small family gathering of years past that was so warm and comforting, but it has morphed into a larger event with in-laws and children and gripes about jobs, illness and what is happening with the kids' friends' Moms and other minutiae that is, oh, so boring. THE FUTURIST! just doesn't care and he will just drink more white wine to dull his senses and fall asleep while the monotone yakking goes on and on and on ... so, instead he will stay home and cook his own lovely Easter meal and watch an appropriate film. Maybe, THE ROBE or KING OF KINGS or CLEOPATRA or a bright cheery musical.

Therefore, he must buy some lamb for his Easter dinner. The family gathering never features lamb. It is always turkey or ham. THE FUTURIST! loves a nice juicy lamb. He never has it all year. This is HIS TIME for the succulent taste of a lamb leg or shank or butt cut. He usually buys the butt cut because it is just enough for a solo meal with some leftovers.

This week he will have to shop for a good piece. Last year, he purchased a very good offering at the Utter Despair Minor Super Market (owned by the Minor Bros) When shopping at The Minor Super Market, you can hear the type of music which is featured below. Where else would you hear this kind of musical accompaniment while prodding melons, reading cereal boxes, leaving that half gallon of ice cream in the canned vegetable aisle after you decided NOT to buy it ... AND checking for a good lamb butt?

Listen:


TULA LUPA
performed by The Erwin Lehn Beat-Brass

Saturday Music Devoted to Sidney Lumet

THE FUTURIST! recalls the electric current that quaked through his young frame when he was first entertained by the opening credits of MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS (1974). The film begins in an old fashioned manner (at least in today's film experience terms) with a full slate of title, cast and crew in art deco font projected over a background of wavy shiny pink silk ... and this occurs before the film begins its narrative journey. The title imagery begins with a crescendo of orchestral introduction that sounds like a slightly menacing formal dance number and then slowly eases into perfect high class dining music. You can imagine yourself in full dinner dress with silk napkins and antique silverware eating something expensive and French. It is like music you would hear in a 5 star restaurant while watching a couple perform a waltz of death on the dance floor ... One, two, one two ... twirl ... separate ... embrace ... then end in a dip that would end the dance with a knife hilt protruding from someone's chest.

Music from the past for a movie taking place in the past about a crime committed in the past that results in further mayhem.

This adaptation of Agatha Christie's influential murder mystery is a perfect example of a lot of American 70s cinema. So many movies took place in the past or were modern variations of movie genres of the past during that decade. This is perhaps THE FUTURIST!'s favorite adaptation of a Christie mystery. And the film is brought to mind this sad Saturday by the news of the death of the film's director Sidney Lumet.

MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS is just one of many great films that Sidney Lumet directed. The list includes DOG DAY AFTERNOON, SERPICO, 12 ANGRY MAN, THE ANDERSON TAPES, FAIL SAFE, THE VERDICT, PRINCE OF THE CITY, and a couple of less lauded, but personal favorites ... RUNNING ON EMPTY, EQUUS and the ferocious Q & A. And one of the most prophetic films of the last 50 years, the brilliant NETWORK.

THE FUTURIST! will miss your style, Mr. Lumet.

While we remember, please ...

Listen:


Overture and Kidnapping from
MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS (1974)
by Richard Rodney Bennett

Saturday Music for Restoring the Soul

THE FUTURIST! had a very frustrating week.
He returned to his regular life ("regular" is the sad adjective in this sentence) and he found he could not wait for days of restive contemplation and relaxation. A good friend had compiled some "burned" CDs of music that were intended to sooth the tumults of Life's waves crashing against THE FUTURIST!'s beachhead. The song below was one of the several minutes of restorative musicality he used to regain composure.

Enough said.

Lyrics provided.

When Mac was swimming I was running late,
walking around New Orleans looking for a birthday cake.
It was a great surprise to him so many people came.
Nobody knows, darling.
Nobody knows how they are loved.
Don't worry, my darling, the sun's coming up.

Let's get up early now, dive clear into the day.
Let's get out of the car with open arms,
not wait to be embraced.
The flowers that grew, the things that happened
since the day you came.
Nobody knows, darling. Nobody knows how they are loved.
Don't worry, my darling, the sun's coming up.


Listen:


WHEN MAC WAS SWIMMING
performed by The Innocence Mission

Saturday Music for a Town Theme Song

Last night, it was decided that Utter Despair, N.J. needed a theme song.The theme would not have any official significance, unless it was brought before the town council ... this was merely a pipe dream by several patrons and employees at The Third Man Cinema Pub.

The idea to think of an appropriate town song was most likely a way to forget present worries and troubles among those involved in the discussion, as well as friendly social interaction fueled by liquor.

The song below seemed to have won the night. THE FUTURIST! doesn't recall how or when the decision was made. It may have been decided while he was in the restroom. He had gotten ketchup on his bow tie and needed to dab away at the stain in a mirror.

Once the song had been decided, it was played at great volume on the pub Bose sound system. There was much smiling and laughing and someone bought more alcohol for everyone. THE FUTURIST! left soon after the owner of TOP KNOT-CH (the local necktie emporium) started to dance with Miss Templeton (she works at the floral shop). It was not the dancing that made THE FUTURIST! leave ... no ... it was due to Miss Templeton throwing up due to the constant dance twirls that caused the three Manhattan cocktails and two Blue Moon beers in her stomach to mix in a Proctor Silex blending mode.

THE FUTURIST! needed some air.

Listen and pay attention to the appropriate Utter Despair lyrics:


HOPE OF DELIVERANCE
performed by Paul McCartney

Saturday Music that Brings Back Grand Parent Memories

The motion picture THE STERILE CUCKOO from 1969 might be the only trivia THE FUTURIST! would associate with the song COME SATURDAY MORNING. But, according to Wikipedia, it has lyrics by Dory Previn and was nominated for Best Original Song at the 1969 Academy Awards. It, also, reached #17 on the Billboard Charts in 1970.

THE FUTURIST! thought of this song recently. He was going through some old records that were left behind by his grandfather. Songs have so many layers to them as they are audibly played and filtered into our ears and through our brains and pinball their way through our memories. THE FUTURIST! remembers an afternoon long ago when he was a mere THE VERY YOUNG THE FUTURIST! He remembers a surprise visit to his grandfather's home. He entered his modest suburban dwelling and walked through the screened porch, into the front door and then found the house, seemingly, empty. He could hear a faint sound coming from the back room that his grandfather used as den. THE VERY YOUNG THE FUTURIST! continued on in his search to find his grandfather. He knew he was there ... his only means of transport, his sedan automobile, was in the driveway, therefore, his grandfather had to be in the house. He did enter the kitchen area to look through the back door to see if he was in the yard which was a very early neurotic action by THE VERY YOUNG THE FUTURIST! (always double check!) ... no, he was not. But the sound of faint murmuring was evidently audible from the den. He continued on and discovered that the murmuring was actually the soft melancholy sounds of The Sandpipers and this very song.

THE VERY YOUNG THE FUTURIST! pushed open the slightly ajar door to the den and found his grandfather sitting his usual comfortable brown recliner chair. His head was back and he seemed so relaxed. His grandfather was a pipe and cigar smoker (two items that helped, eventually, to lead to his demise) and his pipe was resting in a large glass ashtray next to his afternoon cocktail. The music from emanating from his stereo record player console which he was quite proud of and had cost him a pretty penny. His grandfather did not notice THE VERY YOUNG THE FUTURIST!'s presence in the room at first ... and during those seconds before discovery, THE VERY YOUNG THE FUTURIST! could see his grandfather was crying. Something about this song had evoked sadness from his memory banks or, perhaps, he was weeping about a present problem or worry that this song helped in bringing out his despair. Upon discovery of his grandson's company, he regained his composure and tuned the volume down to a mere purr ... and then became his usual rather emotionless gruff self.

Why this song did whatever it did to manifest such emotion was never explained and never would be, especially from such a stoic grand parental figure. But, as THE FUTURIST! grew older, he could understand how such sounds could provoke the senses to react. Memory can be a warm blanket or it can be a rain shower that leaks through the umbrella of years gone by and soaks the soul with regret.

Listen and remember long after Saturday is gone:


COME SATURDAY MORNING
performed by The Sandpipers

Saturday Music in Pulsating Red and Blue

THE FUTURIST! heard this song at his place of business.
He had never head of Fitz and the Tantrums, but their sound reminded him of the music of the 1960s. It has that smoke-filled melancholy sound of darkened lounges and girls in slinky beaded dresses ... men in pale blue suits and dark ties... wearing really shiny black shoes with subtly patterned argyle socks ... and smoking cigarettes ... with half sipped drinks with swizzle sticks on those small circular tables with filled ash trays and cocktail napkins.

And get a load of the pulsating visuals in the music video that screams at you with the beautiful sad blues and passion alarm reds. It's like an emergency signal vibrating with this message:
"VIXEN IN SHIMMERY COCKTAIL DRESS NEEDS MORE BOOZE TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH SHE LOVES YOU JUST THIS ONE DARK SAD NIGHT WHILE YOU ARE TOTALLY BLITZED YOURSELF AND WILL HATE YOURSELF THE NEXT DAY."

THE FUTURIST! thinks guys singing in suits with skinny ties is always a good thing.

It's a primary color Noir-style visual cocktail that gives you a kick in the seat of your blue sharkskin suit..

Warning: If you are prone to epilepsy, please put a pencil
or wooden spoon in your mouth before you start video.

Listen and drink it up:


MONEYGRABBER
performed by Fitz and the Tantrums