Showing posts with label Eddie Cochran. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eddie Cochran. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

VESPER





    A couple of weeks ago, during what a detractor refers to as my “luxury tour of the Bay Area,” (I wasn’t aware until quite recently that I had a detractor and that my detractor was also a stalker; still, 36 hours hardly constitutes a tour),  I had occasion finally to sample the famous Vesper cocktail (link) at The Big Four bar of San Francisco’s Scarlet Huntington Hotel.  The history and pertinent details of this famous drink, which was introduced to the world by Ian Fleming in the first James Bond novel, Casino Royale (1953), can be gleaned from the Wikipedia link above.

    The important thing to know, though, is what an excellent cocktail it is.  It is subtle, powerful and complexly  flavorful  –  a spirit-based drink with the light, almost musical, notes of an aperitif.   It doesn’t fight with dinner, conversation, or the rest of a long evening.

 


    At the Huntington, the drink is made using the recently revived Nolet brand of Dutch gin, which is really delicious, and is served in a small cordial glass, as opposed to the champagne coupe Ian Fleming prescribed or a larger fan-shaped martini glass.  It’s a very nice touch and the right serving size.  A small Bordeaux-style red wine glass (the kind they used to use at La Caravelle in New York for martinis) would also work well.

    In any event, I tried the Vesper for the first time before a wonderful dinner with a very old friend whom I hadn’t seen in years.  At that point I wasn’t aware of my detractor and I was relatively untroubled.  

    I am confident, however, that with a Vesper in hand I can deflect, diffuse, dissipate and escape his Detractor Beam.  In any event, I won’t die trying.  That would be silly.





Eddie Cochran: Nervous Breakdown (Link)

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

BE-BOP BABY






Be-bop baby
Be-bop baby
Be-bop baby
She's the gal for me.

She got plenty of rhythm
Got plenty of jive
And when we dance it really comes alive
 
My love for her's so tender and sweet
My heart starts pounding
Every time we meet.

I'm gonna find her tonight
We're gonna have a time
I want that baby to be mine, all mine

A big day's comin' for my baby and me
The day she says she belongs to me.
Be-bop baby
Be-bop baby
Be-bop baby
She's the gal for me.







NOTE:  I really love Ricky Nelson's records and always have.  Be-bob baby, written by Pearl Lendhurst,  is just great.  Posting this portion of the lyrics, and the wonderful and touching photo of Eddie Cochran and Sharon Sheeley immediately above, feels like such a privilege in these benighted times *.


   
Be-bop baby: Ricky Nelson* 


* Pink means "link."