Saturday, 30 November 2024

Gnus to Gnomes


RIP, Barbara Taylor Bradford, glamorous to the end.

It's a "snippets post" again today, dear reader...

And the weather? Finally quite mild after the wintry storms of late.

Speaking of gnomes:

Friday, 29 November 2024

Shut up


Penitentiary missing the letter "s"..?

Hoorah! The weekend is in view - and with it, the prospect of getting ourselves into a party mood!

What better way to start the countdown than this faboo number that, until I heard it on the radio recently, I hadn't thought about in years..?

Beware, dear reader, this can quite easily become an "earworm" - you might well find yourself singing it in the queue at Tesco!

Thank Disco Sebastian It's Friday!!

Have a great weekend, peeps!

Thursday, 28 November 2024

Making a fuss about shit like this

PETA have claimed a pub called ‘The Sly Old Fox’ is offensive to foxes. Which is a great way to stop people taking you seriously and presumably means these names are unacceptable too…

Ye Olde Fighting Cocks, St. Albans
Not only does this promote the cruel practice of cock fighting, it suggests that the cocks are old, which is ageist and therefore discriminatory. Have they considered that older cocks might be good at fighting, due to their wisdom and experience? Or that old cocks can be just as beautiful as young ones? It worked with human models on that Dove soap advert, so there’s no reason there can’t be sexy older chickens.

The Dirty Duck, Stratford-Upon-Avon
Ducks are incredibly clean creatures because they spend the majority of their time in water, so suggesting they are dirty is incredibly offensive. No, at PETA we are not interested in the fact that this pub name is actually a humorous play on the original name ‘The Black Swan’. We have no time for comedy, just earnest weirdness that turns people right off us.

The Jolly Gardeners, Putney
Extremely patronising about a vital working-class occupation. Just because they’re gardeners, it doesn’t mean they’re jolly. In fact they’re probably miserable because they work for a rich landowner who has appropriated their land through enclosure and now they earn a pittance. What do you mean, it’s just a silly pub name? How dare you minimise the struggle of the proletariat?

John the Unicorn, Peckham
Firstly, unicorns don’t exist, so someone is being cruel to a horse by sticking a twirly horn on it. And secondly, anthropomorphising animals by giving them humans names is barbaric. Especially a boring name like John. At PETA we prefer upper-class names like Orlando. Change it to ‘Orlando the Horse Wearing Fancy Dress Against His Will’, and we’ll forgive you.

The Lad in the Lane, Erdington
Why is there a lad in the lane? Where are his parents? Why are you all getting drunk when a child safeguarding issue is taking place in front of you? There has probably been a dangerous TikTok trend featuring lads in lanes. Social media should be banned, and any parents who give their children a smartphone reported to the police. Are we taking this ridiculously seriously when there are more important things going on in the world? Honestly, how dare you?

The Three-Legged Mare, York
Is it really necessary to point out that this particular mare only has three legs? It seems a bit ableist, and no doubt the mare has other distinguishing features beyond only having three legs. For example, perhaps she is good at sudoku or has a particularly lustrous mane. Look, you can keep saying we’re undermining our cause by making a fuss about shit like this, but we won’t listen.

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Wednesday, 27 November 2024

Twenty-five glorious years... Ha-ha!

Congratulations to Our Sal, whose landmark anniversary of 25 years at the helm of The Shaston Arms, just off Carnaby Street in the West End saw her pub renamed "The Lady Shaston" in her honour!

I, Madam Arcati and "Our Gang" were there in force for the celebrations tonight (of course), as we were at the very beginning...

Simply faboo!


STOP PRESS:

Just in...

Tuesday, 26 November 2024

Thoughts for the Day

I used to tell students... the difference between poetry and you is you look in the mirror and say, “I am getting old,” but Shakespeare looks in the mirror and says, “Devouring Time, blunt thou thy lion’s paws.”
- Jim Harrison

Monday, 25 November 2024

Help?


Yup. Back to the commute...

The weekend was a bit of a non-event - which was not unwelcome, given the rather hectic "social calendar" of late - thanks to the arse end of Storm Bert [basically gusty winds and showers that rather prevented any gardening; or anything, really]. Now we're back in "Groundhog Day" again.

Hey ho. How about a celebration?

That titan of power-pop, the late, dearly-departed Miss Tina Turner would have been 85 years old tomorrow! She always seemed to enjoy her collaborations with fellow entertainment goddess Cher - but, on this Tacky Music Monday, who invited the producer's Auntie to the dressing-up box??

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday, 24 November 2024

Oh, shit

...the Festering Season TV schedules are starting to be announced...

Ha!

Saturday, 23 November 2024

P'raps you've heard of me: Bert

The UK is being hit by a storm called Bert that takes five sugars in its tea, smokes indoors and wears a flat cap without a hint of irony.

Storm Bert will arrive in working-class areas of Scotland and the North tomorrow, making a terrible mess and tracking crap all over your carpet, but will do so with such no-nonsense bluntness that you will be powerless to say anything.

Eleanor Shaw of Lancaster said: “Oh dear, not Bert. I fear he’s going to be rather plain-speakingly destructive.

“We may be in the North but we own a £535,000 detached home in its own grounds, so we rather got on with Storm Fergus last year. And we actually invited Storm Henk to come back in summer.

“But Bert sounds like he’ll do terrible damage to our Edwardian frontage and I’ll just have to laugh it off because I don’t want to seem a snob. ‘Oh Bert, you’re a force of nature!’ I’ll guffaw while inwardly seething.”

Meteorologist Dr Helen Archer said: “I’m afraid I can confirm that Bert will be a gruff storm with no time for niceties who will not even notice that he has flattened your imported fuchsias and blown the French windows right through.

“However after Bert it’s Conall. Irish gentleman, lovely lilt to the voice you’ll hear on the wind, reminds you of 'Normal People'. Wear your nice maxi-dress.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

And we know a song about 'im, don't we, kiddy-winkies..?

[The "real" story]

Friday, 22 November 2024

I can't wait

TFFT! We've almost got through another week...

Frosty and miserable it may well be - but this is still an excuse for a party!

Who better to start it than Michael Gray and his asembled "office trollops"?! Thank Disco It's Friday!

Can that song really be twenty years old?

Have a great weekend, dear reader! Keep warm...

Thursday, 21 November 2024

Hamsters, croquettes, slippers, drugs and no regrets

Another snippets post today, dear reader:

And the weather? Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey!

Wednesday, 20 November 2024

From Chesney's bum to a Cummerbund

The weather's turned very wintry, indeed. We had slushy snow yesterday morning, there was a frost overnight (-1C/29F), and we're not expecting any temperatures in double-figures (C) for a few days. Yuk.

To cheer ourselves up a bit, how about a little selection of some of the "newer" choons that have caught my ear of late?

How about we start with quite a surprise - the return of 1990s "one-hit wonder" Chesney Hawkes... with a decent song and a rather faboo "Saltburn-spoofing" video (with several flashes of his arse) to boot!

House favourites here at Dolores Delargo Towers Duran Duran are still going strong - even with a cover of an old ELO song, they still hit the spot!

[And at 6pm GMT, you can click here for the official premiere of the band on stage at Madison Square Gardens in New York performing this very song]

Now for something completely different - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart as you have probably never heard him before...

Speaking of updated versions of old classics, this:

Something that pricked my ears up, when I heard it on the radio the other day, turned out not to be new at all (in fact one commenter remarked it was "2019's best 80s song"), but it's new to me, so that's all that matters!

Another "hangover" from Hallowe'en - how about Alice Cooper vs Bruno Mars... vs Gene Wilder and his monster?! Genius:

[RIP, Teri Garr]

Leaving the best to last (as is my wont), Dame Sophie does it again [with a superb video, a "sequel" to her huge 2001 (and again in 2024 thanks to the aforementioned Saltburn) hit Murder On The Dancefloor, complete with the same judging panel, and again filmed in the camp-as-tits Rivoli Ballroom]!

As ever, dear reader - let me know your thoughts...

Tuesday, 19 November 2024

When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery

It's been a hell of a year for great shows - and Saturday's trip to see the latest in a series of Sacha Regan's all-male Gilbert & Sullivan operettas at Wilton's Music Hall, The Pirates of Penzance (or, The Slave of Duty) was an absolute triumph!

My sister and I had, of course, planned it as a treat for our Mother's 89th birthday and - thankfully - she loved it.

What's not to love, really, when the innate campery of this G&S proto-pantomime is enhanced by the fact that all parts - be they "butch" pirates [led by the very lovely Tom Newland as "Pirate King"], comedic policemen or pretty maidens - are portrayed completely in character by a troupe of cute young men? This is not drag; the audience is invited to suspend disbelief and - with some near-perfect operatic voices on show, not least the falsetto/soprano of Luke Garner-Greene as "Mabel" - it all-but succeeds.

The story? Typically improbable - the ENO handily sums it up thus:

...so let’s get this straight: there are pirates, who take pity on orphans, and are really peers of the realm. There’s a 21-year-old called Frederic, who has sworn to put the pirates behind bars, and is really only 5. And there are policemen, whose lot is not a happy one, and are really, really hopeless at foiling felons... Got that?

Confused? You will be. Basically, everyone's pretty inept, and it is around such characters all good farcical comedy revolves!

The Nurse "Ruth" [played with aplomb by Robert Wilkes], being a bit deaf, mistook "apprenticeship as a pilot" with "pirate", and that's how the poor lad got there in the first place:

Frederic [played by chisel-jawed Cameron McAllister] is a bit of a wuss, and after finding out that not all women look like Ruth, goes and falls for the first girl he sees (or rather she, alone among her sisters, allows him to woo her):

The Major-General [the girls' father, played to perfection by David McKechnie] is good at everything... except his job as head of an army:

[Lyrics here if you want to sing along]

...and as for the policemen [who, led by Lewis Kennedy, at Wilton's all had false moustaches on sticks and the most comical choreography], well, the Pirate King had them quaking in their boots!

Farce and campness abounds! Frederic's belief that he owed no further duty to the pirates - and would therefore become their foe - comes unstuck when Nurse reveals that he was born in a leap year on 29 February, therefore his 21st birthday (at which his indenture to them would end) is not technically due until 1940.

The Major-General's pretence at being an orphan, and therefore not a target for the pirates, comes unstuck - and they mount a raid (much to the dismay of the policemen) on his house and his daughters. Suddenly, at the point of a sword, the Major-General swears an oath to Queen Victoria, the pirates all bow to their knee, and their real-life noble birth is revealed. They all go off to Westminster, the daughters as brides, Frederic is free to wed Mabel, and they all live happily every after.

Whew.

Brilliant comedy, brilliant players, superb choreography - it was a tremendous production all round! We agreed, this was one of those shows we'd cheerfully go and see again.

Unfortunately Pirates of Penzance is only at Wilton's Music Hall until Sunday 23rd November 2024, before it's off continuing its tour of the country. Catch it if you can!

[All photos: Mark Senior]

Monday, 18 November 2024

Remember-member-member


Monday mood? Bette Davis. With a gun.

Sigh. Here we go again. Back to the office, too soon, too soon...

Never mind all that! Let's take a little timeslip back half-a-century to 1974, the year in which Queen, Abba, Cockney Rebel, Barry White, The Three Degrees and Leo Sayer first made it big in our charts, Glam Rock hit its peak, Bay City Rollers-mania went completely OTT, Soul music began its earliest transition to Disco - and a cosy stop-motion children's animation series based upon Elisabeth Beresford's books gave birth...

...to this! How very apt for a Tacky Music Monday:

Gulp.

[Bizarrely, the band was revived for an appearance at the Glastonbury Festival in 2011!]

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday, 17 November 2024

Do me like you done before

Another fairly slow day (a lie-in, a bit of pottering and spot-watering in the garden, but largely sedentary), after Mother's visit - and Gilbert & Sullivan, to boot [more on that later, no doubt] - yesterday.

As is my wont, something by our "house band" here at Dolores Delargo Towers seems in order:

Perfection.

[Here's the original in case anyone (like me) has never heard it before...]

Saturday, 16 November 2024

All is prepar'd; your gallant crew await you

We're off to the faboo Wilton's Music Hall this afternoon for a matinee showing of Gilbert & Sullivan's The Pirates of Penzance (another in a series of Sasha Regan's all-male productions - see here for The Mikado, and here for HMS Pinafore), as a treat for The Mother's 89th birthday!

I can't wait!!

Friday, 15 November 2024

I see life and light. All the colours of the world...


Get that booze on ice!

Only a few hours to go, and another excruciatingly busy week in work will be over...

Meanwhile, here's a little amuse bouche for the party mood to come, courtesy of that remarkable Italian vocalist "Moony" - whose solo hit The Dove is an eternal fave - and her fantabulosa first appearance in our charts.

Thank Disco(?) It's Friday!

Have a great weekend, peeps!

Thursday, 14 November 2024

On whom those truths do rest


Anyone shedding any tears for the departure of Archbishop of Canterbury Justin Welby under a cloud? Not me.

It's another "snippets" post today, dear reader...

  • Somebody hire a proof-reader news: The web address of a porn site was inadvertently(?) printed on the packaging of the Xmas "little girl must-have" Wicked dolls!
  • Wobbly sets and under-rehearsed actors news: It is 60 years since the very first episode of long-running, and very successful while it lasted, British soap opera Crossroads was broadcast. Such was its iconic "national treasure" status, it - and its star Noele Gordon aka "Meg Richardson" - was the subject of the fabulous Nolly, starring Helena Bonham-Carter.
  • Astronomical double-entendre news: There's a new probe into Uranus. Apparently there could be hidden life there...
  • Scissor Sisters news:

And the weather? Cold and dry - and a lot better than Andalusia at the moment!

Wednesday, 13 November 2024

Here's to us. Who's like us? Damn few!


It's not every day that one is surrounded by divas of such magnitude

"There’s a fantastic chemistry between Rick and Steven, born of many years working together, but the show has a freshly minted flavour to it – they’re doing it just for us, you feel from the get go." - Brian Butler for GScene

That is precisely the sentiment we all felt, our little gang - Me, Madam Arcati, Hils, History Boy and John-John - as we sat in the surprisingly (and probably unnecessarily) sizeable environs of the Charing Cross (formerly Players') Theatre for a true meeting of Divas - Barbra & Liza Live! on Saturday evening.

The sublime creation of two long-serving veterans of the cabaret circuit Steven Brinberg as "Barbra" and our friend Rick Skye as "Liza", it's a tour-de-force of creativity - and an affectionate, if sometimes parodic, tribute to two of the greatest showbiz Grande Dames.

Mr Brinberg encapsulates everything that makes Miss Streisand the "MegaBabs" diva, idolised by generations - her poise, her gestures, her almost regal aloofness, but mainly that voice. The Way We Were, With One Look, Don’t Rain On My Parade, Send In The Clowns, Evergreen - all were magnificently delivered. Close your eyes, and you'd believe it was really her! Judge for yourself:

His talent as an impressionist stretches further than just Babs, however, as he proved when he performed I'm Still Here as a succession of divas in turn - Eartha Kitt, Cleo Laine, Ethel Merman, Lena Horne, Cher, Bernadette Peters, Billie Holliday, Bette Davies, Gillian Anderson as Margaret Thatcher and more - and later, a "duet" between Miss Streisand and Anthony Newley on Who Can I Turn To! Flawless.

Mr Skye, on the other hand, portrays all the nuances of a feisty just-past-her-peak Liza, all twitchy moves, slightly breathless, wide-eyed and wistful in her anecdotes, at other times almost frantic in wanting to entertain and - quite amazingly without doing an actual impression of her vocal dexterity - allows the audience to suspend disbelief and whoop for joy at being in "her" presence! His speciality is to combine many of Miss Minnelli's actual numbers such as Maybe This Time, a frenetic Losing My Mind, I Wish You Love, Stepping Out and (of course) Cabaret (melded with Over the Rainbow) with his own clever, and very funny, twists on her repertoire.

Thus, there is the hilarious Ode to Betty Ford ["when you’re overwrought, it’s the best resort"], a medley of Liza's version of Beyonce's Single Ladies [from the Sex in the City film] with Ring Dem Bells, and - remarkably - Feed The Birds mingled with Pizzazz!...

...and this, a twist on a song written for her by ["her best friend" - a running joke; everybody's "her best friend" and she's "known them since I was eleven years old"] Charles Aznavour:

As the evening's "special guest" halfway through the show, Chuck Sweeney was a delightfully funny "Peggy Lee", and treated the audience to a frenzied rendition of her classic Fever.

The show closed, as it began, with a duet between the two leading ladies - on Sondheim's Old Friends - followed by a marvellous take on the famous "vocal duel" between Liza's mother Judy Garland and Babs herself - Get Happy and Happy Days Are Here Again.

A brilliant evening! We loved it.

Shame there was not a bigger turnout, really - I mentioned at the outset that this venue was probably too big for a show like this. All three of tonight's stars have previously appeared (to great acclaim) at true cabaret venues such as Crazy Coqs, and the intimacy of such spaces would most likely have worked better for all concerned. A minor detail, and I sincerely hope they do well for the rest of the run...

Barbra & Liza Live! is on at the Charing Cross Theatre until 17th November 2024.

Tuesday, 12 November 2024

It’s just sexually repressed if you ask me

An uptight bed showroom is stupidly not letting customers find out how good the mattresses are for shagging on.

Hannah Tomlinson was planning to buy a new mattress with boyfriend Ryan Whittaker when the couple were told they could only test the mattresses by lying side-by-side, fully clothed and not engaging in penetrative sex.

Tomlinson said: “Isn’t sex one of the main things a bed is for? You don’t know how well you’re going to sleep from briefly lying on a mattress, but I could find out in three minutes if it’s going to make my knees uncomfortable when I’m on top.

“All we need to test it is a few screens for privacy and a little mood music. They could even leave the plastic wrap on so the mattress wipes clean.

“We’re going to spend £800 on one of these things and keep it for ten years. What if it’s got squeaky springs and we’re condemned to a decade of the neighbours hearing exactly what rhythm we need to get off?

“It’s just sexually repressed if you ask me. It’s a warehouse full of beds but the ads only mention sleep and orthopaedics. Are mattresses only bought by chiropractors in loveless marriages?”

Sales assistant Martin Bishop said: “Sorry, it’s just policy. We used to let people fuck on the beds but not everyone looks like a porn star so staff were having to take time off with PTSD.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Monday, 11 November 2024

I feel the pressure buildin' up

Very often on Tacky Music Mondays I feature some cheap-as-chips girly group or other, from Holland, Italy or Spain.

Lest we forget, we in the British Isles produced our own cheesy version in the 1980s, as a close-harmony singing group of Irish colleens (brought up in Blackpool) transformed themselves from "The Nolan Sisters" into the much more trendy Nolans and had a string of hits. I don't remember this one (thankfully), however...

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday, 10 November 2024

Fa-fa-fa-Fashion

A nicely slow Sunday, after the craziness of our gang's trip to the theatre last night to see the triumphal return of Barbra and Liza Live [more on that later, no doubt!]. A lie-in, a little bit of pottering in the leaf-strewn gardens of Dolores Delargo Towers, and Radio 2 all the way...

Cue another wallow in the glamorous lives of beautiful people cavorting in exotic locations, methinks, courtesy of the ever-wonderful Soft Tempo Lounge:

Perfect for a Sunday. Sigh.

[Music: Alan Downey - Travel Theme (a); Original Film: Maroc 7 (1967)]

Saturday, 9 November 2024

Totty du Jour

It would have been the birthday today of the ultimate Gallic sex god, Alain Delon [who sadly departed for the "Swooning Lounge" in Fabulon in August].

I could wallow in his beauty all day...

Friday, 8 November 2024

In fact, it was a little bit frightening (huh!)

Oh, yes! Another weekend is on the horizon...

...and not a moment too soon!

Let's get the party started with a song that was a breakthrough sensation (and was Number 1 in the UK charts for three whole weeks) - gulp - fifty years ago!

Get your moves on "with expert timing" - and Thank Disco It's Friday!

Have a great weekend, dear reader!

Thursday, 7 November 2024

Wednesday, 6 November 2024

Laughs all the way

The world is preparing for a fun-filled four years after the US re-elected the rollicking slapstick clown who proved so hilarious last time.

Donald Trump, with his orange face, white eyes and enormous ego is once again under the spotlight on the world stage performing his farcical antics to the unabashed delight of everyone.

Jack Browne of Bournemouth said: “Is he back? Brilliant! I was so hoping he would be. The last guy barely elicited a chuckle.

“But this one’s hilarious. You can’t take your eyes off him. Whether he’s injecting bleach, serving McDonald’s banquets or getting his overlong red tie caught in the door of a speeding limousine until he spins like a top, it’s laughs all the way.

“Remember when he pretended he couldn’t understand the election result? That one got funnier and funnier the longer he did it until that big foam party with all his absurd dressed-up clowns at the US Capitol. Riotous!

“Oh, we’re in for a jolly few years with this fellow in charge. I can’t wait until he re-does Mount Rushmore so it’s his own face four times! Hysterical!”


Humourless scold Thomas Booker, who always brings everyone down, said: “Actually this is a serious threat to democracy and the free world. So there.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Tuesday, 5 November 2024

Weapons of mass destruction


Happy Bonfire Night! Enjoy the fireworks...

As well as watching all nine episodes of Agatha All Along on Saturday, John-John also dug out an old "X-Men" movie I hadn't seen - X-Men: First Class, that ostensibly covers the "origin story" of the mutant superhero team.

It has many flaws - not least playing "fast-and-loose" with the original comics version, including characters that were only written decades after the original team's debut, and dropping other integral characters altogether, which infuriated me throughout.

It might have helped if the dialogue, (some of) the acting, and the zig-zagging plot had been better. At times towards the end, I felt like I was reliving the utterly dreadful Independence Day, but with mutants.

It really comes to something when the best performance in the entire film was given by the lovely Michael Fassbender's impressive groinage! My kind of mutation....


Speaking of groinage...

It would have been Robert Mapplethorpe's birthday yesterday.

His 1989 touring exhibition The Perfect Moment, a retrospective following his death, caused huge furore and much clutching of pearls over the inclusion of the rather charming "Man in Polyester Suit" [as featured, left] (among other somewhat near-the-knuckle photos).

Portrayals of gay erotica were anathaema to the establishment in the Reagan era!

The exhibition's cancellation by the Corcoran Gallery of Art in Washington provoked a censorship battle about national funding for the arts that was front-page news for the next year.

[click any pic to embiggen]


...and here's an appropriate number for the occasion:

All hail Priapus!

Monday, 4 November 2024

Fill my heart with song, and let me sing for ever more

Grrr. Monday again, and to make the mood even more sombre than usual we are greeted by sad news - the genius that was Quincy Jones has departed (at the venerable age of 91) for that great Montreux Festival in the sky.

He worked with just about everybody in the business in a career that spanned 70 years, from Jimmy and Tommy Dorsey, Lionel Hampton, Gene Krupa, Ella Fitzgerald and Dizzy Gillespie, to Anita O'Day, Miles Davis, Aretha Franklin, Sarah Vaughan and Lena Horne, to Michael Jackson, Donna Summer, Patti Austin, James Ingram, Diana Ross, Brothers Johnson, George Benson and even Amy Winehouse.

His collaborations with Frank Sinatra and Count Basie were regarded as the pinnacle of their recording careers, not least for this:

A masterclass in how to arrange a song around a singer - his complete revision of Noël Coward's classic paean to unrequited love; a gift for the diva Dinah Washington:

His work in the Disco era and beyond (that made him such a fortune, courtesy of Michael Jackson's massive-selling Off The Wall, Thriller and Bad albums) also saw Quincy step out from behind the scenes to gain a few hits of his own, including this one:

A few decades later, and a certain toothy 1960s spy gave Mr Jones's very first single back in 1962 a new lease of life, to huge success:

And finally, no - I haven't forgotten that it's a Tacky Music Monday, nor the (surprising) fact that one of Mr Jones's earliest ventures into the big time was as the producer of the archetypal purveyor of tearful teen ballads, Miss Lesley Gore!

RIP, Quincy Delight Jones Jr. (14th March 1933 – 3rd November 2024)

Sunday, 3 November 2024

El cariño que te tengo

Sad news last week of the death of another of the founding members of the legendary Cuban band Buena Vista Social Club, trumpeter Manuel "Guajiro" Mirabal, gives me an opportunity to feature some of the fabulous music that emerged from their triumphal reunion in the '90s (as featured in the 1996 Wim Wenders film documentary), to which he contributed so much:

By sheer coincidence, happier news: it was also the 94th birthday of one of the last survivors of the band (and house favourite here at Dolores Delargo Towers), Señorita Omara Portuondo:

Perfect "Sunday Music"...

RIP, Manuel "Guajiro" Mirabal (5th May 1933 – 28th October 2024)

Feliz cumpleaños, Omara Portuondo Peláez! (born 29th October 1930)