Anything country was called Old Time(y) in the 30s and 40s. Old Time(y) was a record industry term meaning the music of basically White Protestant Anglophone peoples.
A subsidiary meaning, used mostly in the rust belt and upper midwest (and generally not by the recording industry, which did...
One I use a lot lately is "dog's breakfast" - which can be anything, but is generally an unholy mess.
DeShays made a complete dog's breakfast of his full dress suit when he attempted his own alterations.
Paul Whiteman had to lose over 100 pounds to marry Margaret Livingstone in the early '30s.
I imagine the suits he wore at the time would fit me nicely.
Boys' phy ed got a lot worse during the cold war years. When discharged junior NCOs flooded into the ranks of teachers, it became an unofficial preparation for universal boot camp. All the mental attitude adjustment those ex E-5s and E-4s had been trained to dish out was being visited on younger...
It gobsmacked civilization in part because to many people, Germany was civilization - science, philosophy, technology, industry, the arts. In the 19th and the early 20th century Germans were leaders in all these fields.
Of course, at the same time, they were perhaps the most militaristic world...
So much so that it is difficult to overstate. It was the coming-of-age of humanity's oldest living generation. It is the zero point for relevancy in modern times: the foundation for present-day technology, politics, economics, society, culture.
I don't think I'm exaggerating too much here...
Life Begins When You're in Love - California Ramblers, under direction of Joe Haymes, 1936. Fred Falensby plays the tenor sax solo on an up tempo take of this tune associated with Billie Holiday.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7IgidoosZk
Another sample of Benny's loose-lid period, as he covers Earl Hines' Madhouse in 1935.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H98OTY7gL6M
Fr. Hines' original from the year before, in a fat, funky four-beat BG couldn't attempt.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JXCk4WjLso
January 3, 1936. 11 o'clock Central Time on a wintry Friday night. You're "at the radio," as they used to say, perhaps enjoying a nightcap and a last drag after a little shindig with friends, or just unwinding with a hot chocolate before bed. You're not planning on staying up - if you're in...
An ice cream suit isn't the best choice if you don't have the go-to-hell spirit to bring it off. It's become a badge of colonialism, and I think Charles knows that, but just isn't sure what else HRH ought to wear to a state visit in the hot latitudes.
Too bad we can't just go back and have it be ditchweed again. It's not a narcotic and it's not a panacea.
Pot is illegal because of this guy, Harry Anslinger, who was head of the US Bureau of Narcotics in the 1930s and wanted national publicity for his agency and himself.
I puppied out
I wore my plain peak SB tux and went a little Hercule Poirot, with an optimo hat, dove grey vest and spectators. You can't see it, but my bow tie has pin dots and my collar is detachable Linene. I was easily the best dressed straight guy there. lol
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