On Saturday night Keith and I sacked out on the lounge with the Saturday paper, some roasted-beetroot dip and Jazz On A Summers Day playing on the big screen.
This documentary is about the 1958 Newport Jazz Festival. It is grainy and dark and atmospheric and wonderful. The performers are fabulous- Louis Armstrong and Chuck Berry and Mahalia Jackson - but it is the crowd scenes that are transporting to watch.
There are clam-diggers and cats-eye sunglasses and capri pants as far as the eye can see.
Lots of finger-snapping jazz cats.
Zoot suits and Panama hats and everybody smoking and eating hot dogs.
Lots of gorgeous girls and greaser boys with duck-tails and white t-shirts.
Ballet flats and Marcel waves and Peter Pan collars and headscarves.
Wishing all you cats a cool week, man.