Thoughts Of A Lounge Lothario

Swank Advice -Thank You Cards

Do you have thank you cards sitting around that you still have to write and send out to people? Do you keep putting it off as if it is some sort of homework assignment? If the answer is yes, I’d say you are most likely holding off because you just don’t know what to write. The thing is you have to stop looking at writing thank you notes as if it is some sort of long drawn out research paper that you have to turn in.

A thank you note should be short sweet and simple and to the point. You can easily express your gratitude and sentiments in the very few words. You can write a perfect thank-you note in three simple steps.
1. Say Thank you
2. Name the gift.
3. Say something about the gift. Such as how you will use it, what you will do with it, or how it makes you feel?

And you’re done! Here’s an example:

Dear Sara,
Thank you for the gourmet coffee. I now have something to enjoy when I relax on Saturday mornings!
Regards, Koop
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Check out this review from the NY times  

Picked up this very cool album today. I have a feeling it will go very nicely in my new mid week show Cocktail Nation Evenings At The Penthouse





A Second Cocktail Nation!

Yes, I know that I shouldn’t be working as I am currently sitting by the beach on vacation but I have to admit, I just love doing the Cocktail Nation radio show! So for 2016  I have decided to release a mid week show.

Wednesday nights it will be Cocktail Jazz night as I bring you a special half hour show as I relax at the end of the day.

People like Oscar Peterson,Stan Getz and Jackie Gleason will drop by to  soothe the savage beast!

So just why did I choose to create more work for myself, surely that is not the lounge lothario way! Well yes I guess! So here’s the thing…I found that nobody was doing a Cocktail Jazz show…thus Cocktail Nation “An Evening At the Penthouse”was born. This will be a very different type of show to the regular weekend Cocktail Nation show, there won’t be interviews but there will be a combination of classic and neo lounge that has become the hallmark of the Cocktail Nation.

So, standby for the new show which starts in the first week of January!

If you haven’t subscribed yet then make sure you do it now to go straight to your device!

 

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Why I Dig Bond

Recently I was asked why I am so interested in a film that is not in the period asthetic of the fifties and sixties.

That is a good question, infact some might argue that the only good Bond is Connery and perhaps they are right.

But here’s the deal. I dig the concept of Bond, I’ve always like the concept of the Lounge Lothario spy, the man who dresses well, drives

nice cars and has a high degree of cool that is combined with a player mentality of winning friends and taking chances in life.

To me, the Bond franchise has kept this tradition alive through out the 24 films.

The Bond of today is just as cool as sixties Bond, but hey that’s just me.

Sure Bond has been updated, he doesn’t smoke, doesn’t sleep around as much as he did, but I will always by a ticket to the Bond show!

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The Art Of Doing Very Little

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This weekend I have been playing tennis as I do most weekends. Sometimes I travel a great distance for a tournament and sometimes I play at my local tennis club. It’s a habit I have maintained since I was ten years old. I see it as a great way to get some exercise, it’s a great social atmosphere and on court it’s a great sport to get any anger out of your system! The other thing I love about tennis is that hanging out at the club before or after a match is so very relaxing. Nothing is expected of you, there’s nobody to call and no business to be done.
Interestingly you see very few people are on their phones, most people do a rather uncommon thing. They converse and catchup, people from all kinds of backgrounds.

In this highly connected world it’s great to disconnect and reconnect in a true and meaningful way and for those wondering, no I don’t wear vintage sports gear or play with a wooden racket because I really do enjoy winning!

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A Time and Place For Everything
A couple of nights ago I was at a charity fundraiser. The majority of people were wearing business suit and tie. Seated at my table was a young sales representative from a Sydney radio station who was wearing a casual shirt and jeans. Of course we ribbed him about it, he was clearly embarrassed and yet he remained at the table albeited somewhat uncomfortable.
Personally I would have left or disappeared quietly to come back properly dressed. Clearly he is clueless and has no idea how to read an invitation.

Last night I was in an upmarket bar overlooking the Sydney harbour bridge, a nice little place called the Horizon bar at the Shangrila hotel and my table was joined by some football friends of one of my party. The language and the stories that these Neanderthals used was atrocious. These are locker room stories and locker room language, not one for upmarket bars where there are ladies. I’m not a fuddy duddy, but you have to draw the line. I quietly excused myself and moved to another table with other people I knew.
Clearly these football meat heads are clueless when it comes to social graces.

Yesterday I drove past a train station and saw a woman get out of her car to close the trunk after kissing her husband goodbye. She was wearing her pyjamas with a nightgown and big fluffy slippers, her hair was in curlers. If this is the way she says goodbye to her partner I hope that he has some action going on at the office . I also hope her car breaks down at a busy intersection so she will have to get out and will suffer the embarrassment of being dressed inappropriatly. Clearly this woman is a lazy slob who is clueless when it comes to getting dressed to leave your house. Did she intend on going back to bed as soon as she got home?

Yesterday I was jogging along the waterfront next to the Parramatta River when two middle aged women with poodles came towards me, I moved to the left to pass them by and I noticed that they themselves continued to walk taking up the whole sidewalk and not budging an inch for me to pass. They seemed to think I would move to the side and onto the grass.
I kept on going and as I ran past one of the women shouldered me, I ignored this rude act and kept going but it made me think to myself how strange and selfish these two old biddies were. I had conceded the path and moved to the side but this didn’t matter to them, they felt they have a right to own the sidewalk and how dare a runner take their space.
Clearly these women are selfish and conceited in their space in the big bad city and whilst on this occasion nothing was said or done I can guarantee that a more aggressive person will have some harsh words with them. Their day is coming.

There is a time and place for everything in this big wonderful world of ours and when people get this fact they can truly evolve to a greater species. Till then I guess we need to handle the weak and feeble minded with grace and simply move on for they know not what they do.

is a lazy slob who is clueless when it comes to getting dressed to leave your house. Did she intend on going back to bed as soon as she got home?

Yesterday I was jogging along the waterfront next to the Parramatta River when two middle aged women with poodles came towards me, I moved to the left to pass them by and I noticed that they themselves continued to walk taking up the whole sidewalk and not budging an inch for me to pass. They seemed to think I would move to the side and onto the grass.
I kept on going and as I ran past one of the women shouldered me, I ignored this rude act and kept going but it made me think to myself how strange and selfish these two old biddies were. I had conceded the path and moved to the side but this didn’t matter to them, they felt they have a right to own the sidewalk and how dare a runner take their space.
Clearly these women are selfish and conceited in their space in the big bad city and whilst on this occasion nothing was said or done I can guarantee that a more aggressive person will have some harsh words with them. Their day is coming.

There is a time and place for everything in this big wonderful world of ours and when people get this fact they can truly evolve to a greater species. Till then I guess we need to handle the weak and feeble minded with grace and simply move on for they know not what they do.

 

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The Dress Code

Tonight I am heading to Allianz Stadium in Sydney to watch a football game. My seating is in a special “Members Area” which is located near the box seats and is somewhat the premium seating for the game.
As a member I occasionally get some additional passes to give friends and tonight I am doing just that.

I invited a group of men I have done business with and in my email I mentioned casually that there is a dress code for the members area.

What happened after that was interesting. People seem to lose their minds over a dress code. From indignation to confusion, people seem to struggle with the concept of a suggestion of what to wear.

I remember going to my grandfather’s funeral wearing all black top to toe and the guy at the gas station sneering at me sarcastically “hey are you going to a funeral man”?
To which I replied, “as a matter of fact I am you insensitive bastard”.

Today it seems as if most people are oblivious to the concept of wearing clothes appropriate to your chosen activity or venue. Contrary to mythology I don’t wear a tux every minute of the day. Sometimes sports coats, sometimes Hawaiian shirts, shirt and tie, tennis wear for …you guessed it, tennis and golf wear on the golf course. There are lots of variations for all different activities but one thing is common,everytime I do dress I dress for the occasion with my own Kooper slant.

When it comes to dress codes I don’t think we have enough of them and I wish more restaurants and venues would be brave to set down the rules  and buck the trend of clueless dressing and finally sort out the forty year old men who dress like ten year old boys.