…flu vaccine, that is.
Yesterday at the end of my ontological check-up [everything's fine, by the way], my Doc asked me if I wanted the flu vaccine. I said ‘yes’ with no problem – I had gotten them for the past seven years and the worst side-effect I ever suffered was a sore arm for a few days.
Well, the Law Of Averages seems to have caught-up with me and, today, I feel as if I’m getting the flu.
Hopefully, this shall pass quickly, but I can’t promise any more posts today – we’ll see how it goes.
I’ll leave you with the story, by Nancy Sinatra, of Francis Albert recording the song referenced in the title of this post, as related by a Sinatra fan:
"This distinguished chamber group (Hollywood String Quartet) helped Dad and Nelson play a joke on the Capitol executives. They recorded an extra song on April 5, 1956. It had been written by Jimmy VanHeusen and Johnny Burke who–besides writing classics-often wrote nonsensical stuff for Bing’s "Flop Parade" feature on his radio program.
They left the poignantly orchestrated song on the demo of the album. It went out to the big brass, who all promptly proclaimed it "beautiful!"
They would have released the album in its entirety if Pop (Mr. S.) hadn’t intervened. He took the song off the album, proclaiming the bosses "dense!"
This is how the "beautiful" ballad goes:
I used to sit by my fireplace
and dream about you.
But now that won’t do.
There’s a flaw in my flue.Your lovely face in my fireplace
Was all that I saw.
But now it won’t draw.
My flue has a flaw.For every beautiful ember a memory arose ~
Now I try to remember and smoke gets in my nose.
It’s not as sweet as the unit-heat
To dream about you.
So darling, adieu.
There’s a flaw in my flue.
Magic.
