mongo_jones

for some reason i'm only just seeing these responses. yes, he's clearly singing "beautiful baby of broadway"--god knows why the title is listed as "baby of bombay".

wait, everyone didn't enjoy the everywhereist piece? i knew you were all dead on the inside but i didn't know you were so dead on the inside.

what did i just read?

look, i hate to break it to you but I tried my best to revelry this instrument but was unable to do so. and how dare you call me artlessly weird?!!

i am, of course, kidding. i believe you all when you speak of sondheim's greatness and importance. but for whatever reason i am unable to connect with the american/british musical theater tradition, leave alone make meaningful distinctions within it. i've begun to think in the last few days--as i've been trying to listen to original cast performances of sondheim's songs--that it might have something to do with the manner of vocal delivery.

so he was better than andrew lloyd webber?

almost had to cancel thanksgiving tonight. first mrs. jones came back from the grocery store with boxes of jiffy honey corn muffin mix. then when i went to exchange them for the regular they didn't have any. no soofle, no thanksgiving. fortunately, they had a few boxes of store-brand corn muffin mix. shit better be substitutable.

i don't think heaven's door is a distillery (yet). and even if it has opened i doubt they are selling anything they have distilled. right now they're probably bottling sourced/contracted spirit with their branding/labels.

ah, i'm so sorry.

they "published" a booklet of indian bean recipes by some asshole who doesn't even know that indians don't eat curry.

rancho gordo jumped the shark last evening.

and my last report. 7. gates bar-b-q

now the neverly brothers.

a link would be useful. here it is: 6. voltaire.

mongo is lazy and is not really doing research for these seat of the pants write-ups that are written in just about the time it takes to type them. actually, that's true of almost everything on my blog. penultimate kansas city write-up today: of dinner at voltaire of which i say that it presents "a kind of portable and seemingly highly replicable global eclecticism that seemingly takes cues from everywhere and is everywhere but is not of anywhere: a menu that has hummus, Thai curry, Moroccan sausage, Spanish octopus, fish tacos etc. alongside each other; all of it passed, of course, throu