Today's clip sort of just happened spontaneously. It sprung forth as a wordplay association in my arguably unhinged brainbox one second to coalesce into a clip the next. How does one rationally explain the leap between juxtaposed prefixes, societal collapse, out-of-whack hormone imbalances, half-century old acoustic trio jazz, and memories of love lost? Integral to this Big Bang singularity The Bill Evans Trio's terrific rendition of “Emily” recorded in Tokyo in 1974 wafted through my mind's ear. It's a masterpiece. I had a partner named Emily decades ago. She was a professional dancer and spectacular in every way. She died from Alzheimer's Disease, the disease of our time.
The song "Emily" was written for the 1964 film, “The Americanization of Emily.” It's a chef-d'oeuvre black comedy anti-war themed film, up there with Kubrick's all-time classic “Dr. Stranglove.” War and our looming inability to reproduce ourselves are, in my book, tied neck and neck for first place in the race to oblivion. One way or the other we'll get our comeuppance. Good-riddance!
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