Wouldn’t say no to a Knish! By preference with a bottle of Indian Kingfisher Beer since it’s pretty much an Ashkenazi Samosa to my way of thinking.

Not sure I could ever live it down down at my Lebensborn Reunions if I got caught drinking Dr Brown’s Anything… Just wouldn’t be kosher.

It’s also used in a video by Blancmange called “Love That It Is”.

P.S., apparently the reason the video no longer works is because Adobe are world-class dickheads. Not content with no longer supporting Flash, they’ve made it stop working across the board, which renders a wide array of older websites unavailable any more, as they were dependent on it. >:-/

I used The Wayback Machine to access a site that appeared to have that old video, and the “flash player is no longer supported” message came up. :-/
$T!#$^#!^ Adobe dickheads.

I dunno. I’m very impressed, it does require considerable skill to tap dance on roller skates, but… it’s not that much more amazing than many ice skating demonstrations I’ve seen… and any world-class dancer as Kelly was has to have a pretty good sense of balance to make the tap-dancing-on-skates easier than one might think it is.

I’ve never been interested in learning to skate that much, and I’m much too old to risk the broken bones — but in my younger days, yeah, if I’d been determined to really become GOOD at skating, I believe I could’ve developed the skill.

Another impressive thing to note, that’s with the older “hard sandy” type of skates, not ones with modern polyurethane wheels, much less in-line skates. That makes what he did even more noteworthy, either way.

I agree with Neo that Fred and Ginger together make something much, much more than the sum of their parts. How they did that, you can describe and explain forever without coming to the end of it. The great mystery. We’re just lucky all traces of their art didn’t evaporate the moment they happened. I first saw their films some thirty years after they made them, and have seen them again often since.

I like Astaire’s solo dances too. They usually begin with an introspective mood that he then elaborates in the most good-humored way imaginable. An Astaire solo is a great chaser-away of the blues. The one at the beginning of The Band Wagon, set mostly in a penny arcade, would be my Exhibit A. The set and props and passers-by become his “partner.”