I’ve revealed more of my personal life on JAZZ LIVES in recent years, but this post isn’t about me. I do know people, however, who are still paying bills that a now-ex-lover incurred when they were a couple. Such is the credit economy: Monday’s splendid dinner is just a memory on Tuesday, but MasterCard is insistent a month later. Or perhaps you’re a domestic type who bought the once-darling a new lawnmower? Romance with Finance Charges is also a drag.
Decades ago, I heard the record pictured below, hilarious, swinging, and rueful all at once. Rex’s talk-singing reminds me of Jimmy Harrison and Don Redman in that style, which owes something to Bert Williams and a storytelling tradition.
I believe “Herschman” is Leo Roger Herschman, but I know nothing about him or his collaboration with Rex.
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Now, Rex’s soliloquy, recorded in Paris, January 1948:
May your happiness increase!