Could it be 55 years since ‘the music died’? Yes, it could.

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.

We time-travel on Fridays

It’s Friday night allright

Ed tells me (yet again) that yesterday was Friday

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?)

Oh it’s Friday alright, and still drowning with teh busy

Four years of Friday Night Oldies, and I missed this!

Friday already? Holy hollycrackers . . .

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  :

Fridays come every week

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.)

 

 

As Ed loves to remind me . . . Friday!!

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.

Oldie! Oldie! It’s Friday

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.

Yeah, it’s Saturday, but I’m still old and so is this.

The last Friday – of Fall. And a-one, and a-two, and a-three . . .

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!).

Yeah, this is the right Oldie for this Friday

She really did have a great voice – a little bit country, a little bit crooner.

Friday night oldie

Just try to keep your hips from swaying . . . go on, try. Hah!

1956. Yikes. Plus, Friday.

Friday Night Oldie

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:

Friday night oldie

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’.)

Whoops – Friday on Saturday

I think this is just the song for this week.

June 14 may be Flag Day, but more significant here, it’s Friday!

Friday? That’s what they tell me, but . . .

. . . 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.

Friday night oldie

A fine slow-dancer. The nuns hated this one . . .

Friday oldie

No video, but great audio. Plain and pure.

Friday night ya’know

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 . . .

Is it Friday? Am I old? Okay then . . .

Three years ago today

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.

Because we always need a little Elvis and it’s been way too long

Friday night oldie

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:

Friday. Feelin’ old

And so would you if you very nearly went to the airport on the wrong day. Nearly.

Friday night oldie

Elvis would have been 78 today

Friday night oldie

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.