Friday, April 17, 2020
I heard this song recently, and put it in my "I'll get back to this" list, and then discovered that today is singer Avi Kaplan's birthday, so… featured. He's really come into his own since leaving Pentatonix.
I have a weakness for bass and baritone voices, so this is just icing on my cake, too. I'll be listening to the rest of his solo work, for a while, today.
Thursday, April 16, 2020
I grew up hearing the Gerry and the Pacemakers version of this song. It was pretty darned good, after all.
Now I discover what I've missed, all those years: Roy Hamilton.
Stylistic and general influence on Elvis Presley, as well as the man who inspired Sam Cooke to switch from gospel to his famous secular sound, Hamilton combined elements of classical and gospel vocal training, to create his own unique handprint on American music.
Plus, he was one of the first to make a hit record of what has since become one of the most overdone tunes of the 1950s, "Unchained Melody".
He would have been celebrating his 92nd birthday, today.
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
It's not merely an earworm, it's a timely reminder. On this date in 1738, Serse, the opera from which this aria is taken, was first performed in London, at the King's Theatre, Haymarket. It was not well received at the time. Some critics and historians say it was because the audience was disinclined to appreciate comic elements in a serious opera. I can't argue one way or the other on that, but the love story is darned convoluted... even moreso than it had been in Xerxes' real life (yes, that Xerxes, sort of). But then, that was how a LOT of operas in the 18th century were.
But never mind all that. I'm going to be watching the entire opera, to make sure the earworm works its way out of my head. Also, because I can spend all day listening to just about anything by George Frideric Handel, because he was that awesome a composer.
Even the cats in our house like to listen to Handel. If they can't have Mozart.
Friday, April 10, 2020
Probably not a version most people think of first, but the radio was playing a nice enough woodwind version of Bach's "Little" Fugue in G minor, and my mind wandered overnight into this territory.
You're probably somewhat familiar with this group, whether you realize it or not. The Swingle Singers have been performing, in one form or another, for nearly six decades. They come cropping up in my head at night rather too often for comfort, though.
I blame the sixties.
Wednesday, April 08, 2020
Friday, April 03, 2020
I've never been a DeadHead, so I have no idea why this song has stayed with me for, lo, these many long years. Perhaps it was the handsome local singer who spent a few hours flirting with "Bubbles". Perhaps it was my darker nature. Or, perhaps it's just a catchy little ditty.
But my not being a DeadHead also means if you want to listen to them, you're on your own. I was in the mood to hear someone else's cover.
At any rate, I hope I wake up tomorrow having not been murdered in my sleep, as a result, by an oversized canid. I hope you do the same.
Thursday, April 02, 2020
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|"The Hat Shop"|
These last few were worked up with "Find Edges" filter:
Friday, February 28, 2020
Why I couldn't have had an English version stuck in my head, I'll never know. Maybe it's the way "nel blu dipinto di blu" trips off the tongue, no matter what it translates to. Maybe it's that Domenico Modugno was such a dashing fellow, he's a virtual siren for this aging wanderer… or, maybe I just like a little Italian every once in a while.
Wednesday, February 26, 2020
There is nothing quite like having Johnny Rotten dancing through one's dreams…
I'm not sure this is the kind of thing to hunt down & play during a migraine, though. It's sure to cause more Problems…
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
I hear the Mule Skinner Blues, but Levi's style (as in the embedded video), at 3 a.m., and it's guaranteed to lead me down some strange pathways. Not only do I wander into Bluegrass turf, such as from Bill Monroe and Dolly Parton, but even more, the brain starts tripping out on memories of all those psychedelic ads Levi's ran, back in the day, especially those featuring the voice of Ken Nordine (please click on this last one, especially!)...