Monday, January 11, 2010

"No use permitting those prophets of doom...

to wipe every smile away..."

Lines from old songs haunt me; like the headers on a page, they set the tone or summarize; they cajole or commiserate.

I was playing music from "Cabaret" 40 years ago, in band at school and along with Armstrong albums; I knew a bit of the mythology of the story. It was many years before I would see the movie; even more before I read of "The Berlin Stories" that first the stage play "I Am a Camera" then the musical "Cabaret" were sourced from. On my "bucket list" of reading material ever since, I finally caught up with Mr. Isherwood last night and am delighted.

So now I'm having a hard time convincing me to go out and chip the icicles off the facias and such and do some of the other things I'd been putting off while gimping around this last month. T'would be so much easier to escape to the Berlin of Sally Bowles and Lulu, Peter Lorre and Marlene Dietrich...

"Life is a cabaret, old chum..."

May the week be kind to each of you!

alan

4 comments:

breathethenexhale said...

I dont know if I ever mentioned this but your writing is amazing. I think I usually comment on the subject matter itself but I just wanted you to know your writing style moves me. =)

Jess H said...

Ye, I could just drift off there as well....

Anji said...

I loved the Berlin Stories too, Especially as he was trying to make a living teaching English to private pupils - like is when I read it. I must re-read it now.

Hope that your week is good too

Green tea said...

I have been escaping in a way too by watching some really old movies from the 40's and 50's.
It just seems to go with this weather.
Today I just enjoyed our Jan thaw.. :)