It's September, a new month, so let's start it off with a song. This one is a real gem by Oscar Levant. He is remembered mostly as a great pianist, a virtuoso. After George Gershwin died of a brain tumor at 38, Oscar Levant was considered the greatest living interpreter of his music, which he performed with symphony orchestras all over the world.
But, Oscar was a very versatile guy. He sang; he acted; he did comedy; he wrote books; and he composed his own music.
Of all his songs, this one has endured the best. It came out in 1934 and is still widely popular. Wikipedia lists 15 new recordings of it in the 21st century- so far. The very poignant lyrics by Edward Heyman only helped make it a standard. It's called: Blame It On My Youth, and this is my rendition: