"Fly Me To The Moon"

Ahhh... Astrud Gilberto... and whiffs of my grandparent's Martini cocktail hour generation - the grinning, cheery music hinting at barbiturates and good times, wood-paneled walls and gold-lamee stuff... and the lyrical hideousness of Tretchikoff's best and of the crying boys as well taking up space on walls and grinning cavernously into a roomfull of less-than-revelling revelers... faux pearls, pleather, oversized earrings and the wrong people flitting eyelashes to the winsome "Who needs forever.."

a world lost to me, alas