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.
So . . . these guys were having a ball just singing and ‘groovin’ (as it was known then). Just having a lot of fun. And so did we. (They’re all so tall! Is that odd?)
Four years of Friday Night Oldies, and I missed this!
When I was 9 or 10, this song by Patience and Prudence was a big hit. My younger sister and I adopted it, learned every word, every note, every inflection, every breath, practicing until we had the harmonies perfected – and then we sang it incessantly, something for which I suspect we’ve never been entirely forgiven.
It’s a preposterous song as were so many then, but it occupies a permanent slot in my childhood hit parade. The original version is here, but this is so much more fun :
Every. Single. One. Unlike our Congress, Friday moves through time quietly and reliably doing it’s job.
Guess who turns 87 years old today? (Egad.)
And if it were this day last year, today would be 10-11-12.
Surprisingly, this is from 1965 – after The Beatles arrived. Still, even while I was loving folk and early rock, this stuff got through – it continues to evoke that sentimental nostalgia thingee.
Later versions by others picked it up a bit but this was our slow dance version. Nat Cole did it shortly after The Lettermen and in the hands of a real artist, it’s haunting and tender in a way the group doesn’t manage. So here are both.
A post from a niece on Facebook yesterday reminded me of The Commitments and of Andrew Strong – the new, younger Joe Cocker (who should have recorded this!).
She really did have a great voice – a little bit country, a little bit crooner.
Just try to keep your hips from swaying . . . go on, try. Hah!
I keep trying to get back here and post and comment and engage but this week has been most annoying. I am overcommitted – friend Elaine tried to warn me a few years ago with a t-shirt that said: Stop me before I volunteer again!
Meanwhile, tap yer toes:
Been swamped this week, had very little time to spend here. I don’t like that! Clearing up soon. But meanwhile, lest Ed get the vapors because I forgot again, here’s the oldie. (Sister Marion Joseph really didn’t like this one; she had to bustle about the dance floor insisting we ‘make room for the Holy Ghost’.)
I think this is just the song for this week.
. . . I’d swear it’s been Thursday all day. Every erroneous second, so far. Even as I now ‘fess up to having it wrong, it still feels like Thursday, a day that I have always thought of as ‘brown’ and I do not know why. Now you know. And here’s the oldie – Bristol is in Connecticut, so this was a local favorite.
A fine slow-dancer. The nuns hated this one . . .
No video, but great audio. Plain and pure.
In spite of being reminded by the ever-vigilant Ed, I failed to post an oldie last Friday. But today I am s-o-o-o-o on top of my game . . .
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.
Harking back to the early days of Whatever Works, a reprise from 2010 and one of the best slow-dancers for the almost-pubescent set:
And so would you if you very nearly went to the airport on the wrong day. Nearly.
Let’s hold on tight and sway back and forth – at least until Sister I’m-Watching-You-and-I-Mean-YOU!! comes over demanding we leave ‘room for the Holy Ghost’. Really.