May, of course, means Mother's Day; but since I don't have any appropriate songs about mothers in my collection, I'll substitute a fine old sentimental number about Grandma, as sung by the immortal Billy Murray. Other than that, though, it's the usual jive, jam, and joviality!
I don't have any candy eggs to put in your Easter baskets, folks, but what I do have is the April Pilsner's Picks. Besides, Popeye wants you to eat your spinach, not rot your teeth with candy!
I've been forced into a kind of strange position by the current U.S. copyright law, in that I could get into legal trouble if any eager-beaver attorney thinks that I might have violated it. This law can always be changed arbitrarily, as it's been changed that way so many times before, but never mind that. Most of these ancient 78-rpm records aren't worth legally pursuing over copyrights (even the heirs' children are probably long dead), but if I'm wrong about this, I'm screwed.…Continue