One of my all-time favorite songs that makes fun of (North) Americans for not knowing the difference between a samba and a rhumba. Well, I do, but I'm incredibly special that way.
Gal Costa's version:
Eliane Elias:
The original recording by Gordurinha, the co-author of the song:
Richard Shores was a prolific composer of incidental music for such TV shows as Gunsmoke, Hawaii Five-0, The Man From UNCLE, and Perry Mason. You can get his musical interpretations of various Emotions here, that include Love, Frustration, Hysteria, Surprise and Gay.
One of the PCL "Usual Gang Of Idiots" sent me a compilation disc some time ago that recently resurfaced after years of hiding in my drug infested glove box. No title or handwritten liner notes - just a title - Stop - scrawled on the disc in illiterate Sharpie. Included in the mix was everything from Nat King Cole to Yma Sumac to some aberrant Cuban/French inflected jazz. Anyone own up to this?
My family is ready to disown me for the constant rotation. One of the highlights is this version of I Remember You by Frank Ifield The high register is a little unnerving but I am eternally grateful.
In this Soundie from 1941, Hoagy Carmichael sings his composition Lazybones while Dorothy Dandridge and Peter Ray perform a novelty dance number.
Read all about Soundies in THE SOUNDIES BOOK: A REVISED AND EXPANDED GUIDE TO THE "MUSIC VIDEOS" OF THE 1940s (2007) available from iUniverse at www.iuniverse.com
I must admit that I was slightly more than miffed when I found this album at a record convention, paid WAY more than I knew I ought, came home and sent the image directly to PCL leader Mr. Fontana (since the orchestra is listed as Dante & his Orchestra I thought he might be amused)....and got zero response.
Then as I was ripping the album I go to try to find out something about Jay Arcy who wrote the marginally psychotic liner notes for the thing....and find this album was already posted by Stax o'Wax. Over three years ago.
FINE.
Go read the psychotic liner notes over there, I'll just sit here in the corner alone, in a darkened room, weeping quietly. See if I ever try to do anything nice to anyone, ever again.
I seem to remember the words to the Theme from Midnight Cowboy making reference to someone croaking on a Greyhound bus, but my memory has been known to fail me before. May-be the Brazilian version of Midnight Cow-boy removed it for aestetic reasons. Or the Brazilian band Modern Sound Six thought it didn't work well with their Kool and the Gang cover and a nearly unintelligible version of Born to Be Wild.
One of my childhood heroes, Eddie Layton, was the master of the Hammond Organ, with his principal gig being at the "House That Ruth Built" - Yankee Stadium. Eddie regaled us with his captivating ditties like "Hava Negila"(a fan favorite when Ron Blomberg or Kenny Holtzman were introduced), "La Cucaracha" for Zoilo Versalles and Celerino Sanchez and a somber "Ave Maria" after the 9/11 attack in New York.
"I thought that a sacrifice fly had something to do with killing an insect", he recalled in an interview with National Public Radio, shortly after his retirement at the end of the 2003 baseball season. "I didn't know where first base was or third base. But I quickly learned within a week, and I started doing the famous chants, the hand-clapping things, and the dun-dun-dun-dun-da-dun."
And I was the first guy to do that, he said of the "charge."
''I've had my day,'' he told The New York Times in October 2003 as he closed his career. ''Playing with 50,000 watts of power, what rock star has an amplifier like that? I play for up to 56,000 people a night. Not even Madonna has done those kind of numbers.''
Eddie passed in December of 2004 as ball clubs and corporate conglomerates had moved onto pre-recorded pablum for musical game interludes and entertainment. I don't know but I yearn for the mighty Hammond every time I go to a game................
It's hard to go wrong with a record on the Belter label, so I can relate to Beltermania. Here, not uno, not dos, but Los 3 Sudamericanos dance the Orangutan and complain about the Shame and Scandal in their family.
Musician and professional wrestling personality Zoogz Rift, called by Trouser Press "as imaginative and stimulating as he is irritating and vitriolic," has died — not from a heart attack, but complications from diabetes.
R.I.P., Rest in Pieces: A Portrait of Joe Coleman (1997, directed by Robert-Adrian Pejo) at UbuWeb Film & Video. "...A lot of people say they are weird, or seem moderately eccentric, but few truly are. And sadly, when we do find people that are far from the path of the supposed norm we don’t celebrate those people, we run from them, hands in the air, shrieking like banshees. Well, consider this documentary nothing less than a love letter to the oddball, and to one in particular – artist Joe Coleman. The documentary focuses mainly on the many artistic endeavors of Mr. Coleman. Known in his early years as a provocative performance artist, Coleman was not a stranger to controversy. Drawn to the world of sideshows, Coleman took the idea of becoming a ‘geek’ to new levels – biting the heads off of live mice, wiring his body for explosives, and basically pushing people into a place where they had no choice but to confront his art."
The dazzling Myrna goes all burlesque on us, and if you look in the comments of the blog post, you'll find a link to her fabulous classic album Explosive Vocal Percussion, an understated title if there ever was one, believe you me.
my friends from Cartilage Consortium (Paris) have made an incredible work digging out some selected oddities from the Tamil Film Industry (1984 - 1991) and released a compilation called "Play That Beat Mr. Raja #1" by Illaiyaraaja, Shankar Ganesh, Hamsalekha. Vinyl only "s'il vous plait!", limited copies, great artwork by Moolinex, listen via Cartilage Records' bandcamp page.
(Note: this was the site that posted an album with a virus a few weeks back. I downloaded this and ran Malware, and it says I'm A-OK. But you might be cautious anyway)
Now that every trip to a gas station in the US is as welcome as a root canal (quit laughing at us, Europe! QUIT IT!) it's comforting to let Pleasant Family Shopping take us back to the days we could burn fossil fuels relentlessly without a care in the world. That word "humble" in the picture, I'm going to have to look that up, I'm not sure what it means.
WEIRDWARD HO!Retro-futurism, Space Age, Robots, Flying Saucers, Whatever... In glorious SOUND and VISION !!! A great blog curated by Tabayo Yatukishi, full of sexy sci-fi posters, lobby cards, movies , sounds and fashion from the 60s/70s era..
Hey nah, this here's a boom-ba real, real nice once. It's a popular Pennsylvania Dutch musical instrument. If you ever have the opportunity to see a full band of 10-20 old men marching down the street banging away on these things, it is quite a site to behold! More info here.
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