The Bells Have Made Me Deaf

MY VERY GOOD FRIEND THE MILKMAN
Fats Waller

My very good friend the milkman says
That I’ve been losing to much sleep
He doesn’t like the hours I keep
And he suggests that you should marry me
* * *
My very good friend the mailman says
That it would make his burden less
If we both had the same address
And he suggests that you should marry me.
* * *
Then there’s a very friendly fellow who prints
All the latest real estate news
And every day he sends me blueprints
Of cottages with country views
* * *
My very good friends the neighbours say
That they’ve been watching little things I do
And they perceive that I love you
So I suggest that you should marry me.

I was listening to the online replay of Walter Love’s jazz show lately. I can only assume that he played this tune since I can’t seem to get it out of my head. I may have been played on Radio Normaal but somehow I doubt that. It was good to hear it again. My ex got custody of all the jazz CD’s save a couple of Stephane Grapelli, Django Reinhardt and the Hot Club of France. Something about those early recordings that hold a charm non existant in the more recent. They always sounded so much like they enjoyed what they were doing. An infectious happiness still potent decades later.

Posted on Monday, January 16th, 2006 at 3:02 pm.
Tags: Music.
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