Tonight I went to Erwin Cafe for dinner. Right after my blog post about being poor, I'm blogging about going out to dinner. What can I say? Sometimes a girl's got to give into temptation...and even more than just dinner temptation, it was also a glass of a malbec/syrah blend AND an apple crisp and vanilla ice cream dessert temptation. A temptation of all temptations for a girl to which a restaurant is like a drug.
As usual, dinner was good and company was great. But what stood out to me was the music Erwin had. Jazz. Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, old school jazz standards that I used to listen to when I was thirteen and starving for something besides the Cranberries and Nirvana. Loved both bands, but as an insecure, pimple-faced, flannel wearing teenager, I was in need of a break from sad/angry grunge bands and jazz was my oasis in the desert. Listening to jazz at Erwin made me want to go home and pull out my jazz collection. So that's what I did.
I am currently listening to an Ella Fitzgerald CD, Ella & Friends. Ella's crisp, clear voice and the background instrumentals make me long for an era I have never lived through. Though realistically I wouldn't know what I'd do without the Internet, the upbeat tempo and hopeful lyrics evokes a strong sense of nostalgia. I imagine girls with gorgeous Veronica Lake curls slow dancing with brave Army boys in dimly lit bars.
My favorite song in the Ella & Friends album is "I'm Making Believe." Check it out here. The lyrics aren't explicit and the beat is slow, but it's very sexy and smooth.
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