Records, Country, and Cooking

Bonjour to all you out there who don't read this blog.
Right now I'm listening to that wonderful woman, Kitty Wells. Her haunting voice and the chipper steel guitar make a good combo when telling your husband you don't love him anymore. I feel bad, but set it to happy music and it becomes a country hit.

I bought some 45s the other day at a record store in downtown kent. I was so thrilled that the store was alphabetized, so everything was easy to find, but because of that, everything was really expensive. I 33 was 10-15 bucks. Most 45s were $2-4. But I forked over the dough for Procol Harum's Whiter Shade of Pale, which I had been searching for forever with no luck. Also, I sought out Slim Whitman's I remember You, just for kicks. they had it so i grabbed it. They song is nice, but also makes me laugh. I first heard it while watching House of 1000 Corpses. Rob Zombie artfully set the discovery of a bloody woman in chains and the consequent shooting of 2 men to the song. It was really great. Not that I like people dying, but it was so unrealistic, you can't help but laugh.

Recently I have also taken back the hobby of Appalachia and bluegrass. I was looking through some cookbooks I have, and let me say I cannot wait to have a kitchen to make so many yummy things. Maybe when I do, I'll pull a Julie & Julia and document all my cooking trials.

And as a side note, I wish I could be as spunky as Loretta Lynn. Maybe I'll work on that next ha.