No recipe today, but instead a little reminiscing….
Today in history, February 7, 1964, the Beatles arrived at JFK airport and inaugurated the most documented obsessed fan freakout that has spanned decades, generations, and oceans. My own father was a music writer at the time and, though he would argue you into the ground that The Beach Boys far outranked The Beatles in depth, style, and talent, was so inspired by the fan response that he decided to engage in a response of his own.
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Finally.
I woke up with Van Halen’s “Jump” in my head. Then, while I was making breakfast, I was singing along to the Beastie Boys’ “Rhymin’ and Stealin'”. Made for a pretty delicious meal, I can tell you that. But then I looked outside, and it’s frozen solid. The roads are icy, the cars are a white line, the air crystalline, the branches heavy. Sometimes it feels like gravity is stronger in winter, pulling us earthward with brutal insistence. So, I did what any sane person would do–I got back in bed and began daydreaming about summer. And this song floated into my head. And, when I looked it up on YouTube, I found this video, which looks so much like Willow I almost think whoever posted this must have been there. Either way, it makes me happy to know that someone else sees exactly what I see when I think of this song. Enjoy.