Friday, April 21, 2017

There I Was

Continuing (with your indulgence) a series of posts featuring artists I have seen live.  Tonight (and previously featured on the Table) British Jazz legends Cleo Laine and John Dankworth.  My mother was a big fan and this is the reason I was/am familiar with their music.  I saw them both in concert 3 or 4 times in the 80's.

Enjoy.



Friday, April 14, 2017

Friday Night Open Thread

So. Let's talk about the current political situation.


Right. Bad idea, huh. Because where do you even start?
[Not that that's ever stopped us! 😎 ]

Monday, April 3, 2017

Musical Meanderings but with a Conclusion.

In the summer of 1969, KJR Seattle played the latest single from Simon and Garfunkel. It was an opus of over five minutes long. Frankly, I don't recall what I thought of the song at the time.

Now I live in Canada. Canada has what is known as the Can(adian )Con(tent) regulations. That means that there is a requirement that so much of a radio station's playlist has to be performed or written or produced by a Canadian or recorded in Canada. It is on a point system. The more categories it satisfies, the more points it gets.

Yes, that mean there is a bunch of crap on the radio. (TV also has similar requirements. TV production is, by and large, underwritten by the government. Most of it stinks. I was once listening to a news-talk station from Vancouver. A caller phoned in and was talking about a program that had been canceled by its Canadian network but was going to be picked up by a U.S. cable network. The caller said, "I know this won't sound right, but it does not look Canadian." In other words, it was not crap.)

But anyway: the CanCon regulations were put in place in the early '70's to combat -- not the American music, but rather the music from the UK that was dominating the airways.

That takes us to 2009. Fay and I were in the UK. After a few days I finally found the radio in our rental car. It was a Mercedes -- which in Europe is probably looked at as is a Ford Fusion in the U.S. I found an oldies station that I had previously discovered on the internet.

I was somewhat surprised. it was almost as though they were required to AVOID playing music from the U.K. Most of it was American. I think I heard two U.K. song per hour. That is not to say they had a large playlist. One song that they tended to play a great deal (I don't know how many times I heard it there) was one that never got too much airplay in the U.S. It was the song I heard on KJR in 1969.

I have grown to really appreciate the song. If anything could be said to be one of Paul Simon's shining hours, it would be this song.



This song is cinematic to me. It builds on a story with its lyrics. However, I think it continues to build on the picture painted by the lyrics even after the "words" have finished.

I know someone who thinks that the end of this song is just as boring and redundant as the end of Hey Jude. I disagree.

While Hey Jude continues doing the same old thing over and over (radio in the U.K. pays by "needle time" -- how long the song is played on the radio), The Boxer builds to a climax. To me it represents the pain and hurt the boxer goes through in his life. More and more instruments come in. More voices come in. Finally, all of that goes away and soft guitars play with soft percussion, then the song ends.

That is just not the end of the song. It is the end of the boxer's life. He had found peace at last.

May we all.

Friday, March 31, 2017

Monday, March 27, 2017

Damn Good Music From Hell

I'll bet you can't listen to it just once...stand up bass and banjo. Bonus: triggered feminists from here to Kalamazoo.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

There I Was

Indulgence requested.

I have been thinking of doing a weekly music post featuring an artist or band I have seen live. I'm trying out the first one tonight.

Please feel free to tell me to stop if it gets too boring.

Herewith, the first of the series, The Springfields (featuring the incomparable, Miss Dusty Springfield).

As awful as this recording is, anyone who is a Dusty fan can still hear the potential in her voice.



Seeing her live was a fluke.  My mother had met a gentleman who worked for a British comedian and singer called Ken Dodd.  This gentleman asked my mother if she would like tickets to see the recording of one of Ken Dodd's shows and my mother accepted.

So there we were, mother and me, sitting in the theatre, waiting, waiting, and waiting. Then we see musicians setting up onstage and a fabulous blonde creature came swanning down the aisle.  She was unkempt, back combed hair every where, black eyeliner and laddered tights...Dusty!

But, OMG, when she opened her mouth and sang I was transposed.  From that moment I was a lifelong Dusty fan.



If you are not  a Dusty fan, I would encourage you to familiarize yourself with her music.  She was an incredible artist.





Saturday, March 25, 2017

The Fight That Changed Boxing

Weekly fights had been a staple of television since the 1940’s. They were seen on the Gillette Cavalcade of Sports on NBC until 1960. When NBC canceled the show ABC picked it up, showing fights on Saturday night under the name Fight of the Week.

For many people it was a weekly ritual to watch the fights. Many bars drew in a good business as people came in to watch. Many good bouts were to be seen. The one on Saturday, March 24, 1962 promised to be a good one.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Hardy Har Har.

Must admit, never in my life have I shared an opinion with a Socialist or ever knew one with a sense of humour.  Thomas Mulcair, thank you.




Saturday, March 18, 2017

R.I.P to a Legend



One legend meets another. Well worth your time.

We will be lucky if the entertainment industry can bring us this type of event again.

Monday, March 13, 2017