On a Sunday Afternoon
Well, I'm in danger of becoming a Jerry Scott groupie: the Sunday before last, I popped over to Greenwich Village to hear him play at a jernt called Ruby Fruit, where he wows the Sunday brunchers of an afternoon.
I was expecting a street-level establishment all in white, with plenty of light and air, but it turned out to be about as Bohemian a Rathskellar as I've seen in some time. I suppose I ought to have known, when the place's homemade website (http://www.rubyfruitnyc.com/) ceased to exist soon after I first surfed it. Sunday brunch is down a short flight of rickety steps, and it features cheesy wood paneling, a plywood bar not anchored to anything, so that it's in constant danger of being upset by some fat oaf like me, and teensy tables so crammed together that it's a wonder anyone can sit down. And in lieu of a piano, Jerry's got an electric keyboard. But despite all this, or perhaps because of it, and thanks to a goodly crowd of regulars and the inimitable Mr. Scott, the place was a positive pleasure to patronize, and a good time was had by Me.
So I thought I'd go back, this time with a lyrical offering. (I'm like a dog, in that I go about marking my territory, partly as a mnemonic device.) The tune here is Davis and Akst's Baby Face, which, oddly enough, was the tune I chose when I wrote my first Watering Hole Anthem, to the now defunct Billy Budd at Lexington Avenue and East 37th Street.
Ruby Fruit:
You wake up Sunday morning, aprés-toot.
You've got a headache, and the pain's acute—
It's a beaut!
If you're
Feel-
Ing sickly,
They're sure
To heal
You quickly!
What a hoot—
To sip mimosa from a soothing champagne flute!
So if you've lost your punch,
Enjoy a Sunday brunch
At refreshing Ruby Fruit.
There's bloody Mary
At refreshing Ruby Fruit.
Or have some sherry
At refreshing Ruby Fruit.
There's even Jerry
At refreshing Ruby Fruit!
Lyric © 2006 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov
I don't know what to do about aprés-toot. It's unwise to spring the creative vocab on the poor audience so early in the song. Especially an audience still recovering from Saturday night. But I haven't found a way to fix it yet.
Now, I must get back to work on a food song. It's been a while since I've written one.
I was expecting a street-level establishment all in white, with plenty of light and air, but it turned out to be about as Bohemian a Rathskellar as I've seen in some time. I suppose I ought to have known, when the place's homemade website (http://www.rubyfruitnyc.com/) ceased to exist soon after I first surfed it. Sunday brunch is down a short flight of rickety steps, and it features cheesy wood paneling, a plywood bar not anchored to anything, so that it's in constant danger of being upset by some fat oaf like me, and teensy tables so crammed together that it's a wonder anyone can sit down. And in lieu of a piano, Jerry's got an electric keyboard. But despite all this, or perhaps because of it, and thanks to a goodly crowd of regulars and the inimitable Mr. Scott, the place was a positive pleasure to patronize, and a good time was had by Me.
So I thought I'd go back, this time with a lyrical offering. (I'm like a dog, in that I go about marking my territory, partly as a mnemonic device.) The tune here is Davis and Akst's Baby Face, which, oddly enough, was the tune I chose when I wrote my first Watering Hole Anthem, to the now defunct Billy Budd at Lexington Avenue and East 37th Street.
Ruby Fruit:
You wake up Sunday morning, aprés-toot.
You've got a headache, and the pain's acute—
It's a beaut!
If you're
Feel-
Ing sickly,
They're sure
To heal
You quickly!
What a hoot—
To sip mimosa from a soothing champagne flute!
So if you've lost your punch,
Enjoy a Sunday brunch
At refreshing Ruby Fruit.
There's bloody Mary
At refreshing Ruby Fruit.
Or have some sherry
At refreshing Ruby Fruit.
There's even Jerry
At refreshing Ruby Fruit!
Lyric © 2006 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov
I don't know what to do about aprés-toot. It's unwise to spring the creative vocab on the poor audience so early in the song. Especially an audience still recovering from Saturday night. But I haven't found a way to fix it yet.
Now, I must get back to work on a food song. It's been a while since I've written one.
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