In the Oldie comments, Jim Wheeler reminded me that Bobby Vee’s career was launched in February 1959 (The Day The Music Died) when he went on for Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper after their plane went down.
Then that reminded me of this – an astonishing and very entertaining lip-dub performed by the whole damn city of Grand Rapids. I think I posted it a few years ago, but it’s always worth another visit. Enjoy.
Pure harmony seems to be enjoying a bit of a revival. The artistry of The Beach Boys and these guys – never gets old.
Christmas songs don’t count. And even though this may not quite qualify either (at least for my own generation), I’ve adored it for 40 years. So there! Plus, I think I owe it to you after Dennis Day.
This performance is from Live Aid in the 1980’s. (The song runs only the first 5:15 here.)
Ahem, look what the Professor has introduced:
What a time to be a singer – with new musical genres born every decade. Here is a childhood favorite of mine (she’d probably been performing for 25 years at this point):
From the days of Rat Pack ‘cool’ on the teevee variety shows:
Later on with the one and only Louis Armstrong:
Could anyone else do this?
Friday Night Oldies first appeared here late in ’09, but it wasn’t till exactly three years ago today that they became a weekly event. And thus is my excuse to re-post a few all time favorites, only one of which qualifies as a real oldie, but it’s my place. So there.
A few hours before his death, I was alone with my father in a small cubicle off the Emergency Room. He was on a gurney and I on the only chair. I sang this song to him.
Moe has been distracted. But it’s been brought to her attention that there was no oldie last Friday, nor on the Friday previous!
So, because of this (I think he may have been a friend of a friend?), let crank up the way back machine and the land of no-frills-teevee. (And is that Robert Goulet?)
At 3:20 in, Bruce and John Fogarty do a proper Roy Orbison. Pure joy.
I guess it’s Korea week . . . Go to 2:00 in for the real show.
So unbloggy this week. This one always re-animates me. (Plus I feel simply compelled to post it. Again.)
And here, ladies and gentlemen, The Drifters! (applause)
Haven’t been paying much attention in recent years to popular music. I do notice when something happens (RIP Clarence et al) but don’t generally pay a lot of attention when soemthing new is published.
Here’s what The Guardian has to say about Bruce Springstein’s new album, Wrecking Ball.
Indeed, [the album] is as angry a cry from the belly of a wounded America as has been heard since the dustbowl and Woody Guthrie, a thundering blow of New Jersey pig iron down on the heads of Wall Street and all who have sold his country down the swanny. Springsteen has gone to the great American canon for ammunition, borrowing from folk, civil war anthems, Irish rebel songs and gospel. The result is a howl of pain and disbelief as visceral as anything he has ever produced, that segues into a search for redemption: “Hold tight to your anger/ And don’t fall to your fears … Bring on your wrecking ball.”
Springsteen plunges into darker, richer musical landscapes in a sequence of breath-taking protest songs – Easy Money, Shackled and Drawn, Jack of All Trades, the scarily bellicose Death to My Hometown and This Depression with Tom Morello of Rage Against the Machine – before the album turns on Wrecking Ball in search of some spiritual path out of the mess the US is in.
I may have to borrow a dime for this one. Here’s a cut.
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The one, the only, Patsy Cline. (Listening, I sorta picture Newt doing this about 11pm last night. The ‘you’ he’s searching for, of course, would be himself.)
(UPDATE: I have just been informed it is Thursday. Wanna make something of it?)
American TV defined this as Rock & Roll (because of the backbeat?). I loved The Platters and fell in love regularly under the spell of their songs.
He does a damn good Bowie. Here is “Tim Tebow to Jesus Christ”
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From my own Whatever Works wayback machine. So 50’s. So ‘slow dancing’. So white.
So unbloggy. Spent almost the entire day taking down all the Christmas stuff and the tree. Much moving of furniture, hauling and cleaning is involved. An exhausting day, so let’s have a little music. More Teddy Bears, from way way back in the way back machine.
Happy New Year and Elvis bless us, everyone.
For the third straight Christmas – Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas:
I still find it difficult to connect this innocent – ergo stereotypical – late 50’s trio, The Teddy Bears, with the oddity that today is Phil Spector. But that was then, and we danced to this stuff.
The Everly Brothers recorded these too – but I like this one better.
Donald is having a big debate and nobody is coming. Well, noboby who isn’t named Newt Gingrich anyway. (Even Bachmann backed out.)
Cause, I think, for celebration.
A few friends of friends in this – 40th anniversary celebration with the original cast of Grease! (h/t friend Ed)
Slow dancing . . . with a few twirls.
You’ll be glad if you stay to the end; it’s short. And clever. And funny. And kind of endearing.