Monday, 7 November 2016

It might have been in County Down



It's happened again! No sooner do I think I've "closed-off" another Tacky Music Monday, but another Scopitone fave goes and pops her clogs...

Not before she went Around the World, of course:


Around the world I've searched for you;
I travelled on when hope was gone
To keep a rendezvous.
I knew somewhere, sometime, somehow,
You'd look at me and I would see
The smile you're smiling now.

It might have been in County Down,
Or in New York, or gay Paree,
Or even London town.
No more will I go all around the world
For I have found my world in you.


RIP, the lovely Kay Starr (born Katherine Laverne Starks, born 21st July 1922, departed for Fabulon 3rd November 2016)

Lord, what a dream I had, oh whee!



Monday again.

After a fab but rather hectic weekend (planting out wallflowers on Saturday; yesterday all day filming for another promo video for LGBT History Month - see the last one), I don't feel like I have had any rest at all.

Hey ho. Back to reality, to the ever-exciting office, to the never-ending Brexit blather, and to the final death-throes of the interminable US election...

On this Tacky Music Monday, how about a little bit of the lovely Marion Montgomery to ease our woes? In her baby-doll-clad Scopitone-tinged world - it was all Just a Dream:


I dreamed I starred in pictures,
I starred on TV too
I dreamed I made so much money
I did not know what to do

But it was a dream,
Lord, what a dream I had on my mind
Oh, when I woke up this mornin',
Not a penny could I find

I dreamed I was in the White House,
Sittin' in the President's chair;
I dreamed he's shakin' my hand and sayin',
"Marian, we are glad you are here!"

But it was a dream,
Lord, what a dream I had, oh whee!
'Cause when I woke up this mornin',
There was no-one here but me

I say I dreamed Louella loved me,
And Walter Winchell too
They wrote down in their columns,
"Honey, no-one is better than you!".

But it was just a dream,
just one of those things
And when I woke up this mornin',
Their columns said, "Some lady sings"

I dreamed nobody loved me,
I dreamed nobody cared,
I dreamed that I was all alone;
Believe me, I was scared

But it was just a dream,
I am so glad you're in this world
'Cause when I woke up this mornin',
I knew I was a lucky, lucky, lucky girl
I knew I was a lucky lucky girl

Sunday, 6 November 2016

In olden days...







We have a centenary to celebrate today, peeps!

King of the lightest-of-light music Mr Ray Conniff (for it is he), as I commented here eight years ago, was "known for his use of human voices in place of instruments in his recordings... [he and] his ever-changing band of squeaky-clean singers were a staple diet of the type of music aficionado who actually bought album collections from the Readers' Digest, and for whom Woolworths' MFP Classics were too racy!"

Indeed.

So, by way of a suitable musical interlude on this cold November morning, what better than some (more) of his - ahem - "classic" arrangements..?




That's better...

Joseph Raymond "Ray" Conniff (6th November 1916 – 12th October 2002)

Saturday, 5 November 2016

It's not the way you have your hair



I have long been a fan/follower of the peerless Hair Hall of Fame blog, but one man's utterly outlandish hairstyle must rank as the most memorable of all time...

Mr Mike Score (for it is he - celebrating his 59th birthday today) and his band A Flock of Seagulls were known here in their native UK as archetypal "one-hit wonders". Eclipsed as they were by myriad hugely successful artists of that "New Romantic"/electronic era such as OMD, Human League, Depeche Mode, Eurythmics, Duran Duran, Soft Cell and Ultravox, they only achieved one Top Ten hit in their entire career. However, they were embraced by America (late to the party, as usual) - alongside other British "New Wave-rs" whose domestic success was negligible such as Psychedelic Furs, Billy Idol and Thomas Dolby - in the early '80s heyday of MTV and the "Second British Invasion". The band (or at least a version of it put together by Mr Post) is apparently still performing to this day.

And here is that hit - Wishing (If I Had a Photograph of You):


It's not the way you look
It's not the way that you smile
Although there's something to them
It's not the way you have your hair

It's not that certain smile
It could be that with you

If I had a photograph of you
It's something to remind me
I wouldn't spend my life just wishing
It's not the make up and it's not the way that you dance

It's not the evening sky
It's more the way your eyes are laughing as they glance
Across the great divide

If I had a photograph of you
It's something to remind me

I wouldn't spend my life just wishing
It's not the things you say
it's not the things you do

It must be something more
And if I feel this way for so long

Tell me
Is it all for nothing
just don't walk out the door
If I had a photograph of you
It's something to remind me

I wouldn't spend my life just wishing

Friday, 4 November 2016

If it's the last thing we ever do



In? Out? Shake it all about?

I'm heartily sick of the whole "Brexit" thing.

As we hurtle (roller-skate?) towards another weekend, there is only one - most appropriate - song we need to play to get this party started, courtesy of Gilla...


We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'cause girl, there's a better life for me and you


Thank Disco It's Friday!

Thursday, 3 November 2016

Brush me, Daddy-o!



Timeslip moment again...

This time around, we've been unceremoniously dumped back thirty-six years - to the dawning of my favourite decade, the Eighties...

The news in November 1980 had an eerily familiar feel, as a Democratic US Presidential candidate (this time Jimmy Carter) accused his opponent of being "a dangerous right-wing radical", yet was trounced by his Republican opponent (Ronald Reagan), and the world shuddered. Also in the news: NASA space probe Voyager I sent back high definition shots from its orbit of Saturn; the bloody civil war in El Salvador shocked the world; the IRA hunger strike in the Maze Prison was underway; two (one not fatal) attacks on women were attributed to the Yorkshire Ripper; in the ascendant were Solidarity in Poland, Michael Foot (elected Leader of the Labour Party) and Reza Pahlavi (who became Shah-in-waiting of Iran, despite that country's abolition of the title); but MG cars ceased production in the UK after 56 years. In our cinemas: Close Encounters of the Third Kind, The Blues Brothers and Breaker Morant. On telly: Juliet Bravo (the first series, with Anna Carteret); the launch of the long-running TV review programme Did You See...? (with Ludovic Kennedy); and Shoestring (starring Trevor Eve), in its final series.

In our Charts this week in 1980: Megababs was at #1 with Woman in Love, but Blondie's The Tide is High had just made its début and was about to topple her. Also present and correct were Status Quo, Bad Manners, Matchbox, Odyssey, David Bowie, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark and Ottowan - and this one!

Here [once again, but I make no excuses for playing it on Mr Goddard's birthday!] is Adam and the Ants with Dog Eat Dog:


Ah, memories.

Many happy returns, Adam Ant (born Stuart Leslie Goddard, 3rd November 1954)!

Wednesday, 2 November 2016

Stealing your man since 1928







Her slogan is "stealing your man since 1928".

She has a diamanté crystal-encrusted walking stick and a necklace that says"Bitch".

She is 88-year-old great-grandmother Baddie Winkle!

One can only sit back and admire her sheer chutzpah - as she delights in becoming the latest "face" of teen pop clothing brand Missguided...


An inspiration to us all.

More on "the baddest granny around" in The Telegraph.