Hang On Little Tomato

All things being normal, I’d mosey to a cocktail bar tonight, then walk down the street to the Kimo, the world’s only art-deco pueblo revival theater, to see Pink Martini.

But things aren’t normal, I won’t be in any theater anytime soon, and if I drink any cocktails I’ll have to make them myself.

But I can still listen to Pink Martini, albeit at some remove.  So here they are with a timely message, in “Hang On Little Tomato.”