Pamela Moore wrote the book Chocolates for Breakfast in the mid-1950s when she was just 18 years old. Its story of upper-class teen-aged decadence in a world of martinis, long white gloves and Stan Kenton records – set, most notably, in Manhattan (but in Hollywood as well) – intrigued me from the get-go ’cause I’m a sucker for that whole nicely-dressed and overly-educated but still slightly ill-mannered mid-morning cocktail in an Upper East Side apartment liberal/bourgeois explosion kind of scene. The style and constraints – and the breaking thereof – create, for me anyway, a really interesting story landscape.
Back in the late-80s, after having read the book, I brought the song I’d written not so loosely based upon it to the band I played in called Blond Popsicle. We worked out an arrangement and played it live frequently (we even called our second full-length cassette Chocolates for Breakfast), but we never recorded it. That’s a shame….
About a year ago the itch appeared to give it its due, so I sat down to begin recording. The project became a little too ambitious, and I soon lost interest in it. However, a recent cleaning of my hard disk brought it to my attention once again, and it’s not as muddled as I initially thought and it certainly deserves an existence somewhere in this interconnected universe of ours. Even though this version is somewhat different, I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank Steve & Kenny (and Jim & Toasty & Brent & Clark) for the contributions they made to the song back in those Popsicle days.
I hope you find it tasty….
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