JL wonders > I also wonder if there is an antonym for 'slumming'? How about "putting on the Ritz"? as explained by Irving Berlin in _Putting On The Ritz_: Have you seen the well-to-do up and down Park Avenue On that famous thoroughfare with their noses in the air High hats and Arrow collars, white spats and lots of dollars Spending every dime for a wonderful time If you're blue and you don't know where to go to Why don't you go where fashion sits Puttin' on the Ritz Diff'rent types who wear a day coat, pants with stripes And cutaway coat, perfect fits Puttin' on the Ritz Dressed up like a million dollar trouper Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper Super duper Come let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks Or "um-ber-ellas" in their mitts Puttin' on the Ritz Strolling down the avenue so happy All dressed up just like an English chappie Very snappy You'll declare it's simply "top-thing" to be there And hear them swapping smart tidbits Puttin' on the Ritz ******************** Luckily this gives me a seque into the prior Chelsea discussion which devolved into Slumming. The prior post began when I alluded to a line in Joni Mitchell's _Chelsea Morning_: Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window, and the traffic wrote the words It came a-reeling up like christmas bells, and rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll wear it 'till the night comes Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day There's a sun show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passersby And pigeons fly And papers lie Waiting to blow away Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses When the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I will bring you incense owls by night By candlelight By jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's a Chelsea morning ***************** An upbeat song, I must say and one that I've always loved. But I've also always loved Leonard Cohen's _Chelsea Hotel_ which returns us to slumming: I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the street. Those were the reasons and that was New York, we were running for the money and the flesh. And that was called love for the workers in song probably still is for those of them left. Ah but you got away, didn't you babe, you just turned your back on the crowd, you got away, I never once heard you say, I need you, I don't need you, I need you, I don't need you and all of that jiving around. I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel you were famous, your heart was a legend. You told me again you preferred handsome men but for me you would make an exception. And clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music." And then you got away, didn't you babe... I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best, I can't keep track of each fallen robin. I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, that's all, I don't even think of you that often. *********** This is true l'amour du boue. Slumming sounds so much classier in French. Mike Geary Memphis This triple whammy is dedicated to JL who knows a good song when he wants to. ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html