Showing posts with label Rita Hayworth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rita Hayworth. Show all posts

Saturday, 2 May 2020

Gets behind me and keeps giving me the shove again


[Our own "Mayday revels" last night were somewhat more "socially distanced", via Zoom]

A "new" discovery today!

Sharing the occasion (as she does) with a slew of famous names, such as Lorenz Hart, Donatella Versace, sex god David Beckham, David Suchet, Henry Hall, Bianca Jagger, Catherine the Great of Russia, Jerome K. Jerome, Alan Titchmarsh, Peggy Mount, Lesley Gore, Engelbert Humperdinck, the divine Christine Baranski [as featured here just this Thursday], Dr Benjamin Spock, Princess Charlotte and Lily Allen, the name Doris Fisher - who would have been 105 today - doesn't ring many bells...

However, this was a woman who, in an era dominated by male songwriters before the War, wrote a huge list of songs that were destined to become standards in "The Great American Songbook", including: Whispering Grass, You Always Hurt the One You Love, Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall, Invitation to the Blues, That Ole Devil Called Love, Tampico, Put the Blame on Mame and Amado Mio.

Who knew?

Anyway, I thought I'd take this opportunity (as is my wont) to celebrate the lady's talents by playing a few of my favourites:





Doris Fisher (2nd May 1915 – 15th January 2003)

Monday, 17 October 2016

You lead me on and I pursue



Monday. Groan...

With the miserable, rainy weather that is upon us, the dark mornings and the prospect of another bum-numbing week ahead, I'm going to need more than coffee and a fag to make this morning feel OK.

Thank heavens for today's birthday girl, the gorgeous Miss Rita Hayworth! On this Tacky Music Monday, who could not raise a smile as she glitters and sambas her tits off, replete with hat-drumming safety gays, tassels and twirls?


It certainly cheered me up!

Rita Hayworth (born Margarita Carmen Cansino, 17th October 1918 – 14th May 1987)

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Never lovelier



Still in recovery mode after last night's champagne-fuelled party to see in the New Year, it seems only fitting to start 2013 as we mean to go on, in the company of Fred Astaire, Rita Hayworth and today's birthday boy Xavier Cugat - it's The Shorty George from You Were Never Lovelier:


If my legs weren't already aching from dancing, I'd be practising the moves...

Xavier Cugat (1st January 1900 – 27th October 1990)

Monday, 10 October 2011

A good old Yank

It has been quite a lazy weekend, which is no bad thing given the wild social whorl in which we usually live here at Dolores Delargo Towers...

And so another working week begins. To cheer us up on this Tacky Music Monday, we have a most suggestive little number from that hussy Rita Hayworth, with What Does an English Girl Think of a Yank?.

What indeed..?


Hope your week is a good one!