c.1900s - (Via)
One of the best covers ever?
"We walked at night towards a cafe blooming with Japanese lanterns, white shoes gleaming like radium in damp darkness. It was like the good gone times when we still believed in summer hotels and the philosophies of popular songs. Another night we danced a Wiener waltz and just simply swep’ around." — Zelda Fitzgerald, written from an insane asylum, revised and edited by Scott.
"The big old radio grew warm and gave off an odor like rancid hair tonic. It reminded her of a nervous salesman. And it made a sullen hiss and sputter if she moved away from it. It was the kind of bad companion loneliness makes welcome. A lesson in the success of clumsy courtship, the tenacity of bad marriage. She blamed and forgave it for its obsession with "The Flight of the Bumblebee" and Ravel’s "Boléro." To appease the radio she sat beside it while she read. She even thought of taking up needlework. She might try knitting again, bigger, simpler things. Her first attempts were a baby sweater and bonnet. Nothing had come of that. It had alarmed her mother, though. She said, "Glory, you take things too much to heart." That was what they always said about her. Hope was serene, Luke was generous, Teddy was brilliant, Jack was Jack, Grace was musical, and Glory took everything to heart. She wished they had told her how to do it otherwise, what else she should have done."
Marilynne Robinson, Home
This song is.. the end.
I could listen to this song every day for the rest of my life.