Nat King Cole

Nat King Cole Holiday AlbumThe holidays are always a big deal around my household.  Gifts and whatnot have never been the focus, but decorating, being with family, listening to holiday music, eating good food, and having good drinks has always been a staple.  Starting with my Great Grandmother, the importance of the holidays spread down through the ranks and continues to be relevant even after her passing.

For whatever reason, holiday music has always put me in the mood for the holidays.  If I am feeling down or overburdened with work I always pop in Nat king Cole’s holiday albums and it brightens my day.  “The Christmas Song” is my favorite of his, but there are so many to enjoy throughout the holidays.

Check out modern duet of “The Christmas Song” featuring Nat King Cole and his daughter Natalie Cole:

Nat King Cole: Nat King Cole was born in 1919 and came to prominence as a leading Jazz Pianist.  His popularity grew due to his soft baritone and enigmatic personality.  He was one of the first African Americans to host a variety hour.  He composed and recorded dozens and dozens of records throughout his career, and continues to maintain mainstream popularity even fifty-years after his death.

Liquid Laughter

A San Francisco socialite caught in the rain dubiously grinned and threw her crimson coat to the left leaning winds. She laughed and held her palms to the sky, and the little dust centered droplets struck her golden locks as innumerable acts of eternal defiance.  She kicked up her spirits and dug her heels into a nearby bar to partake in even more spirits.  With friends around, she laughed and cried so hard that her muscles ached for days.  A whiskey and pepper is also she asked for and the handsome bartender was always more than happy to oblige.  It was a night to remember.

The bay glistened in with the reflection of the moon and the rain hardened and ebbed like the lunar tides—always contracting and blissfully reacting to its carnal urges.  The red-heeled woman followed suit and fell backwards into a waiting pool only conceived by a deity awaiting her fall.  She collapsed into the still sea.  Flashes of red emanated from her.  She glowed.  The onlookers watched a moment nestled within another moment—all in slow motion.  The VCR hit play as she bobbed back and everyone cheered at her laughter, held a beer in salute, and dived into the infinity with her.  It was evening destined to be heavenly and on a level only imagined by prophetic poets.  They scribble away trying to capture a scene that could only be captured by the human experience.  No amount of skill or technology could replicate the night that began in rain and ended in liquid laughter.