12 Mar 2010
reactionry
Heliotrope Diva In The Sunlight
Or: Ribs In The Moonlight
Or: Band Of Bruthas
Or: Tango Wingtip Wingstep
Or: With Rudy Vallee My Heart Is Laden
Thank You, Mr. Fitzgerald for the link above which led to the below:
I trust that you will not be offended when I recall that in 1923 a group such as the Platters might have been referred to as a "Negro band" and that the tango had fairly recently been invented by sleek and swarthy young men of the Argentine type. -No matter- in the huge Deathotel nestled in a stylish nook in the mountains above the Rue de Valley, the Heliotype Diva (to call her "Heliotrope Diva" would have been both rash and less printable, and besides, with her unfeminine strength of feet and legs, she was no mere sprig of a girl) or, to put it again, swarthily, Isabel danced divinely. I wouldn't say "danced like an angel," given that I've found angels to be drab or hairy or scary or all of the above.
Moving on tiptoe, alternating quick steps with suspended ones, my palm pressed to hers, I advanced. One step, and her slender leg would press into mine; another, and she would resiliently yield. -sigh - We could have danced all night and I could go on about it for an eternity, but that would be monotonous. Still, the night was the stuff dreams are made of (no, not like the Maltese Falcon, but rather, a Great Dane and a grating guitar), though what really mattered was that, in the end, she-of-the-stylish-nookie, Isabel aka "Airborne Claiborne" had her ribs shattered.
- K.
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