Persisant Boredom at Riverdale Fitness.

Gotta love what a lost box of crayons, a uncleaned out backpack and 6 hours at work stirs up.

"In every living soul, a spirit cries for expression—perhaps this plaintive, wailing song of Jazz is, after all the misunderstood utterance of a prayer.---------- The New York Ghetto- throbbing to that rhythm of music which is older than civilization."-The Jazz Singer (1927)

Owl Jolson.

You gotta love old time cartoons. I recently watched the first talky, The Jazz Singer (1927) directed by Alan Crosland. On the disk there was a short cartoon called "I Love To Singa." It's a spin off of Al Jolson in The Jazz Singer. But instead of a jewish family in Brooklyn its a family of owls, hense Owl Jolson. I can't stop watching it, I can't stop singing it, and I can't stop dancing the little owls jig. Why not join me?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akAEIW3rmvQ