On my birthday last week, my friend Kurt led a few people on the banjo in the singing of this number in lieu of the customary “Happy Birthday to You.” There were few on the scene, but most of them knew the words, so it was perfectly, appropriately sobering. I encourage you, too, to sing murder ballads on your birthday.
Thanks to Colin, Andy and Shanai at the WBSC, too, for a tremendous birthday party Saturday night. There was singing at that one, as well.
In tribute to improbable feats of birthday-related cooking this week, I give you for your Friday amusement the plinkiest new wave gem of plinky new wave gems: Jona Lewie’s “You’ll Always Find Me in the Kitchen at Parties,” from 1980.
Then I met this debutante, I said “I like new wave rock.”
She was into French cuisine but I ain’t no cordon bleu.
