The Q Wants to Make It with YOU

You're looking real sexy, Lefferts. I can see in your eyes that what you'd really like just about now is a bottle of red, just you and I. Kick off your shoes and get comfortable. Because Baby I'm-a-want-you. Baby I-a-need-you. And yes, "I Want To Make It With You."

(FYI, Mark Schwartz tells me the liquor license came through, so his Little Mo Wine Shoppe will be up and running, maybe even by Thanksgiving. Another option for vino is probably welcome news, especially as his joint is opening up on Middle Nostrand near Midwood. Also, with all the mainstream attention to S&M via the "Shades of Gray" series, I thought I'd ask...when you're getting ready to get it on, instead of "get comfortable" do you say things like "why don't you slip into something a little more constricted and painful?" Just curious.)

Nothing speaks to neighborhood change like music. And this morning, fully 12 years after being daily subjected to bass heavy Dr. Dre, I woke up today and stepped outside to hear the voice of David Gates wafting from the fifth floor window of the large apartment building near me. That's right. Bread. If you're too young or not white enough to have owned "Best of Bread," I give you a live performance from the awesome late night music showcase "Midnight Special." While other TV programs had the band lip sync along with their hits, MS was the place to see if the band could really rock. And Bread, it must be said, could not rock. What they did, however, was really quite extraordinary. Gates has one of the mellowest tenors I've ever heard. His most melancholy moments are delivered with the same sauce as his most upbeat; hard to tell if he's coming or going. And that's what makes it great. Not even the least bit of excess. Just the notes ma'am.