Flummoxed. Both me and Coach Popovich. Although I usually have more words, last night’s New Hampshire Sanders/Trump result gives me Yuge–almost nu cu lar–pause.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-fix/wp/2016/02/10/gregg-popovichs-reaction-to-the-new-hampshire-primary-results-is-epic/

Need something spicy on a cold winter’s night?  Reach for The Hot Sardines. 

Yep, you read that right. The Hot Sardines.

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Even here in FL, it isn’t all bikinis and surfboards. It is winter, after all, and spice is nice. The Lyric Theater in town has plenty.

A one-time silent movie house, now on the National Register of Historic Places, this intimate venue presents shows, concerts, movies, and fun events.

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The other night, Evan “Bibs” Palazzo and lead singer Miz Elizabeth came to town. And they brought Plenty Of Heat.

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The Hot Sardines are a New York-based brass jazz band that specializes in classic pop and jazz tunes from the first half of the 20th century. Heck, they even have a tap-dancer. And does he sizzle.

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They wowed me with a blustery brass lineup, a cheeky rhythm section led by a Fats Waller-ish pianist, and a sassy front-woman with a voice from another era.  And, oh, that tap dancer.

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Mis Elizbeth has a sweet and soulful voice like Madeleine Peyroux. Her music is early-American jazz with a mischievous twist of French culture. Parisian-born Miz Eliz sings eloquently and effortlessly in both French and English – and sometimes in Mandarin, just for fun (“Chinatown, My Chinatown”).

 

The sound and style are distinctly their own. It’s old-time jazz with new-time energy, an edgy, raucous, speakeasy sound. You almost expect the cops to bust in waving billy clubs.

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The Hot Sardines, started by two non-musicians who never set out to form a band, played to a sold out audience at the Lyric.

Here’s why.

Toni 2/9/16

 

WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: TIME

Time unused and only endured still vanishes, as if time itself is starving, and each day is swallowed whole, leaving no crumbs, no memory, no trace at all.

Sometimes life can be slow.

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It was for writer Elisabeth Tova Bailey. When she falls ill with a mysterious virus, she is confined to bed, her life shattered. For her amusement, a friend brings her a common snail, the inspiration for this humbling book.

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Intrigued by the snail’s world, Bailey becomes an obsessive observer of the tiny creature.

The lowly but splendid snail takes center stage in the book. Bailey notes the similarities between her and her snail~ the slow pace at which they move, the fact that they’re both in the process of adapting to changed environments.

Times passes, Bailey’s health improves and she returns the snail to the woods, along with 117 of its children.

The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating.  Sometimes life flies by.

 

Toni 2/7/16