and it’s sho ’nuff a pity
(or: april 13’s honey from the hive)
posted at 5:38 am by brandon in sweet you rock and sweet you roll
Bobby Bland — “Ain’t No Love in the Heart of the City”
(from The Definitive Collection
Last night, A and I finally dragged our asses out of our house (and away from our beloved baby girl, Kelly, whose blessed entree into our family in January — as much fun as it has been to have a new puppy running around here — has literally turned our domicile upside down) and, for the first time since last December, made it to the movies, where we took in a screening of The Lincoln Lawyer, quite a nifty legal thriller with an exceedingly fine cast led by Matthew McConaughey (as ever, smooth as Chinese silk) and Ryan Phillippe (spectacularly sinister here playing a lethal lothario), with a brief but pivotal turn turned in from ace character actress Frances Fisher (best and forever known to Sherry Ann and myself as The Other Mother
). The film opens with a slick City of Angels-centric montage set to this tune, a forgotten ’70s classic from soul pro Bland which has been covered and/or sampled by acts as disparate as Whitesnake and Jay-Z, and I was humming it to myself for the whole rest of my long-awaited night out with my beloved.
). The film opens with a slick City of Angels-centric montage set to this tune, a forgotten ’70s classic from soul pro Bland which has been covered and/or sampled by acts as disparate as Whitesnake and Jay-Z, and I was humming it to myself for the whole rest of my long-awaited night out with my beloved.
