Waller Razaf Costello & Batiste

I was trying to pin it down all through Elvis Costello’s “Hey Clockface” — where do I know those chord changes from?

[Elvis Costello and Jon Batiste, A Late Show, October 28, 2020.]

Yes, those changes are from “How Can Face Me?” by Fats Waller and Andy Razaf. Here’s the 1934 recording by Fats Waller and His Rhythm, with Herman Autrey, trumpet; Floyd O’Brien, trombone; Mezz Mezzrow, clarinet; Al Casey, guitar; Billy Taylor, bass; Alvin Dial, drums. YouTube won’t allow it to be embedded. But here it is anyway, turning up at the end of last night’s Costello and Batiste performance. Wonderful stuff.

Bob Woodward, insightful

Bob Woodward, on CNN just now, commented on the Trump* administration’s response to COVID-19, as explained by Jared Kushner in an interview back in April. Said Woodward, “I honestly think this gets to a point where there’s a moral dimension to it.”

Gosh, ya think? And is there also perhaps a moral dimension to the journalist’s choice to keep his knowledge under wraps for months while a book took shape?

A self-owning comment from Kushner in the interview: “The most dangerous people around the president are the overconfident idiots.” Dunning-Kruger!

“This isn’t Wal-Mart!”

At a local business today, the owner attempted to put us at ease: “You don’t have to wear your mask. This isn’t Wal-Mart!”

Elaine decided to mess with him: “We may have been exposed.” Which might after all be true. But we have no reason to think we have been. She was messing with him.

I couldn’t top Elaine’s response, but I did mention the alarming number of cases from yesterday’s tests at a nearby hospital. After which the store owner began to explain that the reason we have so many cases is that we have so much testing.

Dr. Ngozi Ezike, Illinois Public Health Director, speaking today on NPR’s Morning Edition : “The desire by people to believe in things which are comforting but not true is incredibly strong right now.”

If I ever hear “You don’t have to wear your mask” again, I will be tempted to reply thusly: “Well, just between you and me — heh, heh — I’m not even supposed to be back out of the house yet.”

What’s with the Strand?

Three accounts of current events at the Strand Bookstore: this one, from The Baffler, appeared in September; this one, from The New York Times, and this one, from The Washington Post, appeared two days ago.

Somehow I find it difficult to trust a bookstore owner who asks customers to #savethestrand but invests in Amazon, buying “at least $115,000 of stock” according to the Post, “between $220,010 and $600,000” according to The Baffler. The Times mentions an investment in Amazon but with no dollar amount.

Neither the Times nor the Post mentions the larger picture: according to The Baffler, Nancy Bass Wyden, the Strand’s owner, bought “between $3 million and almost $7.9 million” of assorted stocks between April and September. Meanwhile, employees (those who hadn’t been laid off) went without adequate PPE and cleaning supplies.

Mar-a-Lago

That house with the signs and the pool and the lawn furniture all over the place: it would be really immature and small-minded to make fun by calling it Mar-a-Lago, don’t you think?

But also fun.

Buying “shoes”

I was in a shoe store. My total at the register: $501.94. Now there’s a mixture of the mundane and the bizarre, the two poles of my COVID-era dream life.

I think I can point to the source of this dream: some thinking about the difference between buying “a pair of shoes” and buying “shoes.” In this dream I must have been buying “shoes.”

Related reading
All OCA dream posts (Pinboard)

“Nice, heavy notebooks”

Donald Trump*’s surrogate’s recent presentation to Lesley Stahl of a big bound book allegedly containing a healthcare plan reminded me of Walter Galt’s explanation of the notebook system at his high school. It’s the same mentality, really:

Daniel Pinkwater, The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death (1982).

“We” means Walter Galt and his friend Winston Bongo. If you’ve never read Daniel Pinkwater’s books, you’re missing out.

A related post
“Pineapples don’t have sleeves” (A Pinkwater story and a standardized test)

Overheard

“This is a three-quarter-length child.”

Related reading
All OCA “overheard” posts (Pinboard)

[Switching the television back to cable without looking at the screen can make for strangeness. “This” was a painting, on Antiques Roadshow.]

Alvin & Company

Gunther at Lexikaliker shared the sad news that Alvin & Company has closed after seventy years in business. You usually saw Alvin products in the art and drafting aisles of office supply stores, always with unglamorous but distinctive blue and white packaging. The company also distributed a wide variety of products from other manufacturers.

I have Alvin products stashed here and there — eraser shields, pencil extenders, a beautiful cork-backed stainless-steel ruler. I’m especially fond of my two Alvin Draf/Tec-Retrac mechanical pencils, 0.5 and 0.7mm.

As a lifelong resident in the world of “supplies,” I’ll miss Alvin & Company.

Deevie and diskey

It’s 1903. Mary-Jacobine McRory, a young Canadian, is abroad enjoying “the London Season.” From Robertson Davies’s What’s Bred in the Bone (1985), the second volume of The Cornish Trilogy :