Per Se, My Love: A Maltese Bacon Original Song

Can spring just happen already? It's still a tepid 47 degrees in New York. So tired of looking at sweaters in the morning. And very envious of my 8 year old niece who writes to me from Newport Beach, complaining about how hot it is there right now. I must admit though, I always have a little ennui with the first blush of spring...some strange dull feeling comes over me. Betty Carter knows what I'm talking about. She sang the truest version of "Spring Can Really Hang you Up the Most." So, I am actually dreading the spring while enjoying complaining about the winter. I assure you the feeling is always temporary and comes in small gusts, like the occasional onslaught of New York debris when you are walking down the street in April. After that, I will happily put on my tee shirt and canvas jacket and traipse around town, trying to scan the mental map of outdoor cafes. "Uh, isn't there a backyard restaurant on Avenue C, somewhere?!" The cost of real estate here has made for dang sure that the number of outdoor places where one may procure a cold drink is a paltry few.

For me, spring got to a promising start this past weekend, with a joyous dinner party/theater/performance/holiday concocted by Brian. I had the pleasure of cooking for this event. More to come on that later, when I get the pictures from Ben (forgot my camera in the harried move of the food from my kitchen's to Brian's.) Sunday was a nice relaxing comedown - got to listen to see some jazz in a small, East Village church.

Anyways, here is a song that I made recently for the blog-album-in-progress "Sad Songs for Food Lovers":

Download per_se_my_love.mp3

Comments

[Doug]

I love it! I'm gonna groove to this for a while :D

[Brian]

"Groovy, Goovy / Jazzy, Funky"

[Brian]

Obviously I didn't mean to say "Goovy."

[Michelle]

Thanks Doug! :)

Brian - 'goovy' is probably more appropriate to describe this particular song.

[Maure]

Oh, I thought this would be a blog about the restaurant, Per Se...and how you went
there without me.

Regardless, sure feels like spring in SoCal!