Archive for the 'easy listening' Category
A new Bond film is out and this wouldn’t be out of place in one of the films from the sixties. I see the chanteuse as an unwilling accomplice to the cat-stroking villain, probably imprisoned against her will in some undersea lair of villainousness until rescued by 007. Naturally unable to help herself in the presence of her rescuer, it would be the music of coitus as their escape pod awaited rescue, bobbing about in some Asian sea somewhere.
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.
Haven’t got this on vinyl… yet. When it was first released in the fifties it was on the cusp of the transition of the audio formats between 78rpm shellac and 45rpm single we’re more familiar with. I’m not about to start adding shellac as an additional format to my collection but ebay came to the rescue and it appears it was re-released in the sixties on seven. A copy will be winging it’s way to me shortly but enjoy it here, from where I first heard it, the LA Confidential soundtrack. (**UPDATE** Found a UK seller that had, what I presume, is a re-press on 45rpm from the sixties, near mint condition as well, verrry nice.)
Which is an appropriate place to start because it’s a soundtrack that does exactly the job it’s supposed to, evoking the period of the movie, which it does admirably. It’s also a movie that is thoroughly deserving of the Oscars it won but that’s a song for other movie blogs to sing. Think of smoky exclusive clubs, fifties Hollywood glamour, full bands and a single ravishing blonde singer on stage in front of a microphone that looks like a mini UFO.
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.
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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.