- i can’t give you anything but love -
a cover of a song i’ve heard by billie holiday. baby.
- in the wee small hours of the morning -
this was my go-to emo song when i was thirteen years old, lying awake thinking of the boy. so lovely.
- moon river on uke -
henry mancini
the scene from breakfast at tiffany’s where audrey hepburn is sitting on her windowsill with her hair in a towelwrap and strumming this on her guitar is one of my life goals.
- stormy weather -
billie holiday
on the ukulele.
if he stays away, that ol rockin’ chair will get me.
- anna (go to him) -
the beatles
a little bitty beatles song i recorded during the brief window when my (prescribed and not abused) cough syrup didn’t put me to sleep.
Miles Davis, by de Koenigswarter
Pannonica de Koenigswarter, the muse and patron of the American jazz world (as seen in the rare documentary I posted earlier) was an enthusiastic amateur photographer, evidenced in an enthralling collection of candid Polaroid snapshots.
She also collected wishes. Over the course of a decade, Koenigswarter asked three hundred musicians what their three wishes in life were, jotting them all down in a notebook.
The three wishes of Miles Davis:
1. ‘To be white!’And that was it.
- ain’t misbehavin’ -
louis armstrong
your kisses are worth waitin’ for, believe me
despite the passivity of the lyrics, i like singing this song. its beautiful.
for this thursday at the brill flipside cafe in hauz khas village - artwork of brandosaurus henderson.
- misty -
billie holiday
SUCH a good song - recorded with minimal and sporadic uke playing (read: because i couldn’t play it, but let’s pretend its all about the jaaaazz soul)
- the way you look tonight -
frank sinatra
one of my favourite songs - recorded on a post-holi high.
- all of me -
billie holiday/louis armstrong/frank sinatra/lots of peeps
singing it all away.
“No one is able to enjoy such feast than the one who throws a party in his own mind.”
Selma Lagerlof- sittin’ on the dock of the bay -
otis redding
more like sittin on the edge of my bed, but the sentiment is one and the same, eh.


