Nano Notes: "You Take Me Up"
It took a while, but I finally loaded a selection of pop favorites onto a Nano. It’s my first Nano, the one in the picture, actually — the one called “RJK Silver Nano” (these things have names whether you want them to or not, so they might as well have names that you want). Since I acquired it, it has held every kind of music imaginable, at one time or another (except country; we don’t do country), but now it is my Silver Nano indeed, stocked with music to suit every mood while I’m out and about. The operas of the moment are Salome and Elektra; counterpoising their “decadence” is the St John Passion of JS Bach. There’s a loose collection of classics that I’ve copied from CDs onto iTunes but not transferred to any of the other Nanos yet. And then there’s pop.
What’s my idea of pop, you ask? I’m not sure that I ought to tell you. How about Thompson Twins’ “You Take Me Up”? I listened to that a couple of times in a row. Or Giorgio Moroder’s E=mc2? The most amazing ear candy ever. It was such a beautiful day! And I had such a great time out there in the sunshine with all the other folks going about their business.
I bopped into my mens’ clothing store near Rockefeller Center, not exactly on an impulse but nearly, and bought a suit to wear to Megan’s wedding on Friday. (It will be ready on Thursday afternoon. Imagine!) I have not bought a suit in well over twenty years, and I must have given away the last of them more than fifteen years ago. But now I have a new suit. Notwithstanding the fact that it has to cover All Of Me, it’s dreamy. A pearl-grey glen plaid three-button two-piece, with very black checks and faint stripes of pink. To go with it, I bought one of the shirts that the salesman recommended, pink with dark pink stripes. And a jet-black tie dotted with tiny pink eggs. The shirt was, all inadvertently, my first Turnbull & Asser. I’d have looked at the price tag if I hadn’t been paddling in a sunny bay of music sweet. I had those happy feet!
Hell, this Friday’s only going to happen once.
If Tom Meglioranza had only recorded Marc Blitzstein’s “The New Suit,” I’d have listened to that all the way home. Mine, too, has a zipper fly.