:: I think that you can not name a single human pursuit that does not have, somewhere on this planet, a museum devoted to it. Case in point: A museum to French fries.
:: A bit of set-up here: The Wife's car has satellite radio, which is pretty cool. We like the stations devoted to specific decades in popular music. Usually we stick the 70s and 80s, with occasional dips into the 60s. One night, I took her car to pick up some pizza, and I decided, on a lark, to listen to the 40s channel, whereupon I heard this song. I admit that my first impulse, based on my living in a more cynical time, was to laugh, but as it played and as I later listened to it at home, I had to admit a certain admiration for the music of a period when the default position in art was not "jaded irony". There's something to be said for such open honesty in art. Anyway, here's a song called "The Old Master Painter".
I'm not sure this is the version I heard that night, but it's pretty representative. There are a bunch of them on YouTube.
More next week!
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