Showing posts with label Karel Gott. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Karel Gott. Show all posts

Monday, 13 July 2026

Mein Gott!

Oh, no! Monday again.

Never mind, eh? A little trawl through the archives here at Dolores Delargo Towers has turned up the perfect wake-up choon for this Tacky Music Monday - from Czechoslovakia's finest export, the late, great Karel Gott (whose birthday it would have been tomorrow), and his safety gays and girls!

Inexplicable, but fun.

Have a good week, dear reader.


STOP PRESS:

Here we go again...

I posted this at 7.46am. It is now 21.40pm. Still no sign of it in the Reading List!

The Google gnomes are bastards.

Thursday, 3 October 2019

Gott gone



The curse of Dolores Delargo Towers?

It was only this July that I "rediscovered" the delights of the legendary "Frank Sinatra of the East", Mr Karel Gott - and today I find out the old boy has joined the celestial choir of Fabulon.

Hey ho, we always have this to remember him by [as first featured a decade ago on this very blog]...


RIP Karel Gott (14th July 1939 – 1st October 2019)

Monday, 15 July 2019

Czech mate



Sigh. Monday again.

Worse, I had not only a disturbed night due to the screaming rows of our new next-door-neighbours, but the man who will be replacing our guttering was arriving at 8am, so I had to rush to get awake, showered and ready for the office before that. Double sigh.

Never mind, eh, it is a Tacky Music Monday, and I have a perfect pick-me-up!

Yesterday was the 80th birthday of the legendary Czech serenader Karel Gott, so what better way to kick off than with one of his - ahem - faboo routines?

All together, now!


Páni a paní, vím, jak se ruší žal.
Já tíhnu duší jen k Lady Karneval.
Já kdysi pannám, já ba i vdovám lhal.
Teď v srdci chovám jen Lady Karneval.

A s ní vchází do mě hřích nepoznán.
Tančí v bílých kamaších, je můj pán.
Život já bych za něj dal, ó, má Lady Karneval.
Mám tě rád, mám tě rád!

Šalalalalalala, šalalalalalala.
Šalalalalalala, šalalalalalala.


I couldn't have said it better myself.

Have a good week, peeps!

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

Velvet underground



As today marks the 20th anniversary of the Velvet Revolution that finally led to the departure of the Communist regime in what was then known as Czechoslovakia, what better way to celebrate that to dig out some of the weird and wonderful music of the Czech Republic?

First up is a charming young lady by the name of Lenka Dusilová (who is so butch she makes Italian singer Gala look like Pixie Lott!):


Of course every country has to have a boy band, and the Czech one is called Lunetic [sic]. They don't seem to get their clothes off much, but it is a cold country...


Now here's a girl who thinks she is one of the Pussycat Dolls - she certainly is bad enough! Even the scandalous Eastern Bloc-voting couldn't scrape Tereza Kerndlová past the semi-finals in Eurovision 2008:


From the ridiculous to the sublime - Lucie Bílá is one of the Czech Republic's most celebrated singers. She has turned her talents to opera, rock and pop, and appears to be quite a dramatic lady indeed:


Of course this little potted tribute could not be complete without an appearance by that amazing performer Karel Gott (Czech megastar of the Cold War era). I have blogged him before on Tacky Music Monday, and it isn't really hard to see why...

Monday, 21 September 2009

Come to the Karneval

Here is one very weird lump of tackiness to brighten up this sunny Monday. The blouse! The five-button trousers! The dancing! All together, now...