Today I’ll just be stayin’ at home
Laugh at Joe’s jokes, crochet all day long. . .
Hey, c’mon, it fits. 😉
Posted in Music, Pop & Rock on August 31, 2010| 8 Comments »
Today I’ll just be stayin’ at home
Laugh at Joe’s jokes, crochet all day long. . .
Hey, c’mon, it fits. 😉
Posted in Music on August 30, 2010| 8 Comments »
Hampson Groupie–a touchy little personality at best, especially if she thinks Professor Fairweather, Her Majesty, Hopeless or anybody else has dissed the big beautiful baritone she calls “Our Man”–is a tiny bit grumpy today, because I didn’t include this Cole Porter piece among the ones I like–
“Begin the Beguine” is the opening song on a CD of Cole Porter works Hampson recorded some years ago.
Happy now, Groupie??? 😉
Posted in Music, Swing on August 29, 2010| 6 Comments »
Pssssstttt! I don’t say this out loud very often, but I truthfully am not much of a fan of Cole Porter’s music. I love the Sons of the Pioneers’ gorgeous version of “Don’t Fence Me In” from the 1940s, and I like “In the Still of the Night” by pretty much whoever sings it. But “I’ve Got You Under My Skin”–nobody–not even my beloved Thomas Hampson–sings as well as does Ol’ Blue Eyes. This recording, unless I miss my guess, is the 1956 Nelson Riddle arrangement. (And I have one word for the bizarre duet version with Bono. No.)
Sweet dreams–
Posted in Country Music, Music on August 28, 2010| 5 Comments »
Clarence Eugene “Hank” Snow is one of those country singers whose music I knew and loved from the cradle; my dad was a big fan and we had several of his LPs in the collection.
Born in 1914 in Nova Scotia, Snow was on his own from an early age; he ran away from home at the age of twelve to escape an abusive stepfather. Years later, as a highly successful country artist, he would form the Hank Snow Foundation for the Prevention of Child Abuse and Neglect, drawing on that ugly experience.
His first job, after he left home, was as a cabin boy on a fishing boat. He bought his first guitar at fourteen and at sixteen made his first onstage appearance. He married Minnie Aalders in 1935; they had one son together, named for Snow’s idol, Jimmie Rodgers.
Signed to RCA Victor Records in Canada in 1936, Snow moved his family to Nashville in the late 1940s, after American radio began playing his records. He remained with RCA for nearly fifty years; he was let go from the label just short of that anniversary in the 1980s, a move that outraged his fans. He joined the Grand Old Opry in 1950, and continued to perform there almost until his death in 1999.
These are some of my favorites of Snow’s prodigious output of recordings.
Strangely enough, the first version of his 1952 hit “A Fool Such as I” that I ever heard was not Snow’s; it was one Bob Dylan recorded sometime in the 1960s. Having said which, I do prefer Snow’s; his voice matches the material better, and is, to Her Majesty’s classic country ear, even more distinctive than Dylan’s.
I’ve posted “Rockin’ Rollin’ Ocean” before, but this number twenty-two hit from 1960 is still my alltime favorite Hank Snow song, not only for his vocal and guitar solo, but for the piano. It sounds, to me, like the ocean I’ve never actually seen or heard.
“I’ve Been Everywhere”, a number one hit from 1962, has an interesting history; it was originally recorded by an Australian singer, and included Australian place names. Snow’s version includes American place names. I’ve never been able to sing this one, which he does with bell-like clarity and perfect diction; I get my tang all tungled up in my eyeteeth and can’t see what I’m a-sayin’! 😉 (Not to mention running lamentably short of breath, somewhere in the middle of each list; I’m also not able to keep up comfortably with the key changes.)
“Ninety Miles an Hour (Down a Dead End Street)”, a number two hit from 1963, is another with long lines, a remarkably fast vocal, and very few “swallerin’ places”, but here again, every word is clear as a bell.
Dang. I could just keep on with Snow songs, but many of his best–including a favorite from 1977 called “Breakfast with the Blues”–aren’t available online. A pity– 😦
Posted in Art, Poetry on August 28, 2010| 14 Comments »
The Austrian painter Oscar Kokoschka (1886-1980) was in his youth the lover of Alma Mahler, the widow of the composer Gustav Mahler. Alma was not a one-man woman by any means. Kokoschka, meanwhile, was so obsessed with her that when she finally left him for good he had a lifesize doll made in her image, which he carried around for years. His painting The Tempest (Bride of the Wind) is a marvelous swirl of icy blues and whites, painted the year before she ended their relationship, and depicts both his dependence and her indifference; she sleeps while he stares off into a gloomy dark.
Back when I was attending a poetry group, we fooled around with poems inspired by paintings. I wrote one such based on this painting, a somewhat meager piece:
nothing prepares us
for the end of possession
a tempest
to make strong men’s
bones
wash away in tears and sweat
cannibalized by passion
I become a skeleton
I atomize:
a blue shimmer
blown off
by the fury
of your disengagement
naught can knit me back
into a being
save an angry swirl of paints
bleeding shadows
poem copyright 2005 by Fairweather Lewis
Posted in Country Music, Music on August 26, 2010| 15 Comments »
Don’t quote me on this, but I’ve got the impression in the back of my head somewhere that the first time I heard this 1993 hit (number two country), Trisha Yearwood and Don Henley sang it live on some awards show or other. They did a beautiful job of it, both on the original recording and live. Sweet, sad and wistful–
and haven’t we all had a walkaway Joe in our lives?
Sweet dreams–
Posted in Country Music, Music on August 23, 2010| 3 Comments »
Number one hit, from 1981, the first time I ever heard Alabama, from the first of their albums–Feels So Right–I ever bought. That melancholy little piano riff wormed its way into my ear first–then that vocal (Randy Owen was the hottest of the hot, back in the day)–and a feeling that, one way or another, we’ve all been there and done that–seen someone we thought was a true love looking back at someone from a past we didn’t share–
Hopeless Romantic loved this and still does. Hell, even Her Majesty loves this. Country as pinto beans and cornbread, and cuts clear to the bone with its description of an old flame that never went out.
Sweet dreams–