Strung out

[…] Recorded live at Abbey Road Studios, the strings
on Scale are the most sumptuous musical elements to ever appear on a
Herbert record. Wags have already said they're more Lawrence Welk than
Nelson Riddle. True, there is something corny about them, but the corniness works:
Disco was full of records that equated opulence and upward mobility with the
in-house orchestras of 1940s Hollywood. In the race to link disco to house
and techno and beyond, people forget that there was always a brassy,
Broadway vibe to the best disco. After all, it was a short walk downtown from Guys
and Dolls to Kid Creole and the Coconuts. […]

The reviewer nails it.

I haven't stopped smiling today since I saw a fax mentioning an early-August concert date at the shed up the hill from where I sit. Scheduled performers? K.C. and the Sunshine Band, Gloria Gaynor, Tavares and Sister Sledge.
Talk about "lost in music."

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I'm in bed. The covers are pulled up to the middle of my back. I feel like they ought to be up to my neck, or possibly over my head.

Right now, working out at the gym is intermittently fun. That's because I don't know what I'm doing with most machines. It's also because I usually go when floor traffic is high and my energy isn't. The real issue is that I don't know what I want. Bulging upper body full of muscles? Aerobic bodily goodness via treadmills and mats and the two-and-a-half mile walk from our apartment there and back? A good start. But is that all there is? Of course not. So let's keep dancing.