Let's all go to hell in a brass car and keep it hot!
Maybe that's more of a roaring 20's phrase, but I love it. Recently I've been revamping my love for jazz from the 1930's. It's damned sassy while still romantic. Music was a huge escape for people bearing the grave onset of The Great Depression. The dirty thirties were a decade in between wars that housed a wayward Steinbeck and an expatriate Miller. The dirty thirties insisted you keep your sanity by going to a bar, having some gin and smoking some hand-rolled cigarettes. So music represents freedom yet again a la jazz, swing and radio.
My Baby Cares Just For Me - Jack Payne
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