Archive for the '1960s' Category
Xavier Cugat shows us how to dress smartly and do the cha-cha-cha.Read more/listen...
A mod call for the disaffected youth of the sixties to party, somewhere… anywhere… probably after raiding the local pharmaceutical shop!Read more/listen...
Would Sir and Madam like some xylophone to accompany your meal?Read more/listen...
The definitive version of this track which has been recorded numerous times, although I also have the version by We Five on seven. Love, peace and flowers drip out of the grooves in this universal paean to just getting along maaan, provoking big smiles and the involuntary rocking of the head from side to side to any listeners. Indelibly connected in my mind to the movie adaptation of Hunter S. Thompson’s Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, as it was used in the soundtrack that introduced me to some outstanding ‘new’ music. Dialogue from the movie is used to bridge some of the songs on it and Johnny Depp utters the monologue below (adjusted only slightly from the novel) just before the Youngbloods track fades in:
San Francisco in middle of the sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive, in that corner of time in the world, whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction, at any hour, you could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning and that I think was the handle.
That sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil, not in any mean or military sense, we didn’t need that; our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum, we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west and with the right kind of eyes, you can almost see the high water mark; that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
A song that’s been covered loads of times, even this isn’t the original version although it is the first version that was a hit. This stirs memories from the eighties deep within the past recesses of my mind but that’s due to another cover, most likely by The Belle Stars. Stripped down, minimal and back to it’s roots, is how this should be appreciated and the parade rhythms of New Orleans supply the only accompaniment to the harmonies of the Dixie Cups.
In brackets, the title in Italian – La Storia Di Un Soldato.
One of my favourite movies with an outstanding soundtrack by Ennio Morricone. An huge brush-stroke of a film that has Clint Eastwood as one of three gunslingers searching for Confederate gold, with the backdrop of the American Civil War; what more could you want? A melancholy tune that I tend to play when feeling a little maudlin myself.
The whole album is eminently listenable but this is the track which featured in the 1992 film Strictly Ballroom, catchy lyrics, Day’s perfectly poised singing and some strings, hey, I’m sold. A song that long suffering ladies can play to their commitment-phobe boyfriends who could appease them somewhat, if they could dance to it’s tango rhythm without having two left feet.
Moody rock’n'roll that reached number one in August 1960 in the UK, another favourite of my dad’s and a genuine British rock and roll record. Even if the name of the band and title of the track don’t ring any bells, it has a very well known guitar break. Vibrato is the correct term I believe, “is a musical effect, produced in singing and on musical instruments by a regular pulsating change of pitch”, check out the stream.
I get the impression that this track is a sort of clichéd staple of lounge music, the meat and two veg for cocktail bars in swanky hotels the world over. The organ melody as it starts and the ‘bada-da-da-da-dup’ spoken sound chorus make it very recognisable even if you weren’t aware of who it’s by or where it’s from. Slip on your safari jacket, light up a Senior Service in your cigarette holder as you schmoov the bar.
No entries for awhile, been busy learning some software to re-design the main part of the site, move the old content across and make it easier to add new material; it’s been over two years since it was last updated so probably not before time. Today I give you a cautionary tale about drink driving to meet your girl who’s ‘two six packs away’, that’s a lot of beer even if they’re the small bottles that you can get from France on a booze cruise. A wrecked car and a prison sentence in an American penitentiary where you’re always picking up the soap for other careless inmates was the fate that befell Dave Dudley, auto-alcoholics take note.
Was on a stag night yesterday; all day, evening and crawled in this morning. I’m suffering now and this is a fitting tune as any as to negotiate my way through the fog of a hangover that’s currently assaulting my brain. I know of Floyd Cramer as my dad frequently used to play “On The Rebound” to me which was a number one hit here in the UK in 1961, so I took a chance and bought this album from a seller on eBay having already purchased other stuff from him. One to play at the end of the night as you cry into your beer with your date having gone disastrously wrong, hence the ‘Last Date’ you’ll have with that particular lady.