Haley to Hardy

 I have as a stand-alone Bill Haley and His Comets:  From The Original Master Tapes – This is total nostalgia not memory. I was a radio addict growing up & occasionally his hits would show up on program as a golden oldie. Then they were too rock-a-billy for me as opposed to rock-and-roll. My idea fo rock was the Beatles. By the time I picked up this Cd in 1999 I was familiar enough with the songs. But listening to them doesn’t bringing back any real moments the way a lot of music can for me.

Next under H is Françoise Hardy. I had Le premier bonheur as lp – which I bought in Montreal in the mid-90s at La marche (I think that’s what it was called) which was a huge 2nd hand lp, cassette, book store. When I visited I would spend hours flipping through the endless bins of lps. My hands would be black from the flipping. I was attempting to learn French via music.

Le premier bonheur was one of her first release. She started her career in the 60’s career. Her whispery voice clearly inspired Feist. Françoise was a huge European star, sold as the equivalent of Dusty Springfield. The songs on the early lps are a sweet French version of gentle rock & folk-rock & I love them.

Now I have Le premier bonheur, and Comment Te Dire tucked onto various mp3 collections. Also as mp3 I have Vingt Ans, Vingt Titres: which as you might guess is a best off that covers her from the start. As stand-alones I have two other collections: La Collection: which covers her early career; also Les Plus Belle Chansons: which covers her later work. 

As she aged she took more control of her material. She dropped the little girl voice, moved away from the folk-rock & became a chanteuse. Adult pop, jazz & even blue. I consider her one of the prime influencers of many female vocalists today who might even realize what an influence she has been. Try her early work for a sense of innocence that is quite delightful.

Simple Santa

Blake glanced around the mall – looked from one side to the other as he walked from one entrance to the the other. It was early in  the day and not too busy. He could smell the food court coffee. He had  enough time for that.

The bank would open soon. The jewellery store clerk was getting things put into the front display window. Normal. For now.

He continued out the exit and to the truck.

‘Well how does it look?’ Frank asked him.

‘Same as it did the last two morning.’

‘No one notice you or anything?’

‘Oh yeah, the security guy asked me what I was up to.’

‘Oh shit!’

‘Look, I’m joking. Here.’

He handed Frank a muffin and coffee. ‘Had to buy something to throw off suspicion.’

‘How much longer.’

They both looked a their watches. ‘Ten minutes,’

‘You sure you want to go through with this?’

‘Yes. You?’

‘Don’t have much choice do we.’

‘You got the costumes?’

‘Right here.’

Frank opened the garment bags. Rich velvet red Santa suits, full white beards. He handed a beard to Black.

‘Feels like the real thing.’

‘I should hope so at this price.’

The two men changed into their Santa suits.

‘Look good.’

‘You too.’

‘Nervous?’

‘A little. I’m sure glad we checked out the mall a few times though.’

‘It’s always good to know what we’re in for.’

‘If only everything was this simple.’

‘Wait till we’re done and we’ll see just simple it all is.’

‘You ready?’

‘Yep.’

They walked to the store. Each headed for a different entrance.

‘Hey Mommy. It’s Santa.’

‘Ho ho ho,’ Blake replied. ‘Have you been a good little girl?’

‘Oh yes. Haven’t I Mom.’

Mom smiled. ‘Depends on what you call good.’

‘Can I sit on his lap now.’

‘Ho ho. Not yet little one. You’ll have to wait till I get to the North Pole booth. There’ll be lots of time then.’

‘And a photo. I really have to have a photo. Can’t we get one now?’

‘Mommy doesn’t have a camera dear.’ The mother tugged the little girl away.

‘There’s one inside. Don’t worry.’

‘Okay Santa and I have been a really good girl. Really. Don’t listen to my Mom.’

‘I never do.’

Blake went to the Santa booth near the entrance. Frank had one at the other end of the Mall. Chances were that the same kids wouldn’t see there were two of them. If they did, a little suffering was always good for the soul.

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