Let’s talk a bit about the “J” ladies who will join us on this 9th walk into my feminine song series. Our stroll starts with a century-old blues, the title of which has origins lost in haze beyond where the crow flies. Speculation has it that the Crow in the title refers to racist Jim Crow laws in Southern states in those vestigial days, or to the name of a Native American tribe, but no one seems to know for sure. In any case, CROW JANE is a ‘blues J’ that’s a jewel of its genre, performed here New Orleans street-style:
Next, we have a sweet little number from 1930. You’ll love her when you see….
I don’t know about you — I could go for more of this gal. But enough walking. This time, we’ll go by Cab (the fare is quite good):
Not exactly my cup of Java, Ricardo, but at almost 50 years old, Sweet Jane will soon qualify as a golden oldie by my loose definition. Even then, though, this one from 1966 will remain my preferred Jane:
Great song and great footage of my home town. I’m always amazed at how crowded it was even back then, when the population was a lot less. Although more people were always crowded into lower Manhattan. The boros were sparsely populated. There were even farms in Queens when I was a kid.
It’s a good thing I’m not trying to do this as all I could think of for J is Now It’s Judy’s Turn to Cry. For L though I thought of the old great Civil War Song ‘Lorena’. Not that you should use it just that I was happy I could think of it.
Great footage indeed, Don. Although NYC isn’t my hometown (hardly even been there), I find those old scenes fascinating. As for the song, it’s one of my favorites by the prolific but forgotten composer of such old standards as LOVE ME OR LEAVE ME, YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY and LITTLE WHITE LIES, Walter Donaldson.
I’m so sorry I have been basically MIA from the blogosphere. Things have been shifting and changing so I got knocked off balance. Things are finally settling down so I should be able to keep up better now. 😀
Yesterday may have been Christmas, but heaven only knows the exact date of Christ’s birth (Christmas wasn’t celebrated on December 25 until the 4th century A.D.). So, here it is the day after Christmas, which is a lull of a day following as full of a day as there is all year, and I’ve decided to find out who (of note) actually was born on December 25. Why? Notwhy they were born on that day (presumably, something naughty and nice happened one night nine months previously), but — why do I bother? Because inquiring minds want to know, that’s why….and my readers, being wise men and women, have inquiring minds (I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt).
Believe It or Not, Robert Ripley was born on Christmas day (in 1890). If you’re a lover of trivia, you can thank Robert Ripley for making it a popular pursuit even before you were born. Ripley was a cartoonist and amateur anthropologist who created Believe It or Not! as a panel series in Randolph Hearst’s King Features Syndicate in 1929. A year later, Ripley famously expanded into other media, including radio and short films such as this 1930 Vitaphone curio (it’s a hoot!):
Can’t get enough of his wonderful stuff? Then tune in January 6th to the PBS series American Experience (here’s a half-minute preview):
Ripley was voted the most popular man in America by the New York Times in the 1930s, a decade in which he opened (in six cities) museums called Odditoriums. He died 1n 1949 and is buried, appropriately enough, in OddfellowsLawnCemetery, Santa Rosa, CA.
Other notables who were born on Christmas day include Clara Barton, American Red Cross founder (1821); Kid Ory, legendary early New Orleans jazzman (1886); Humphrey (we’ll always have Casablanca) Bogart (1899); and Cab Calloway, jazz band leader (1907).
And while we’re at it, since Christmas both giveth and taketh away, here are some notable December 25th deaths: Charlie Chaplin (died 1977); two Martins, Billy (1989) and Dean (1995); and the Godfather of Soul, James Brown (2006).
Sometimes sources don’t agree on such things.. The first site I checked in researching Dec. 25 birthdays had Isaac Newton born on Dec. 25, 1642; another had Jan 4, 1643….so I checked more sites, and continued to find the same discrepancy. Not knowing which to believe, I didn’t include him in this posting.
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I remember knowing a kid in my extreme youth who was born on Christmas Day. He was regarded by we contemporaries with pity and horror, because he only got presents once a year. Sure, his parents pretended to give him gifts for both the holiday and his b-day, but he, (and we) were always sure he got short-shrifted.
Lucky for you, Ripley’s isn’t a fundamentalist religion – not believing it would be a hell of a bad way to go.
Very interesting that they have a Ripley’s in Times Square. Not that I’ll ever see it, but I hope it’s not a fast food joint.
arekhill1 10:53 am on October 24, 2017 Permalink |
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mistermuse 2:44 pm on October 24, 2017 Permalink |
Not exactly my cup of Java, Ricardo, but at almost 50 years old, Sweet Jane will soon qualify as a golden oldie by my loose definition. Even then, though, this one from 1966 will remain my preferred Jane:
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SoundEagle 12:52 am on November 1, 2017 Permalink
Ahh, thank you. This one depicts the more lyrical side of the Rolling Stones.
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Don Frankel 6:09 am on October 25, 2017 Permalink |
Great song and great footage of my home town. I’m always amazed at how crowded it was even back then, when the population was a lot less. Although more people were always crowded into lower Manhattan. The boros were sparsely populated. There were even farms in Queens when I was a kid.
It’s a good thing I’m not trying to do this as all I could think of for J is Now It’s Judy’s Turn to Cry. For L though I thought of the old great Civil War Song ‘Lorena’. Not that you should use it just that I was happy I could think of it.
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mistermuse 10:37 am on October 25, 2017 Permalink |
Great footage indeed, Don. Although NYC isn’t my hometown (hardly even been there), I find those old scenes fascinating. As for the song, it’s one of my favorites by the prolific but forgotten composer of such old standards as LOVE ME OR LEAVE ME, YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY and LITTLE WHITE LIES, Walter Donaldson.
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Jackie 3:21 pm on October 25, 2017 Permalink |
I’m so sorry I have been basically MIA from the blogosphere. Things have been shifting and changing so I got knocked off balance. Things are finally settling down so I should be able to keep up better now. 😀
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mistermuse 9:59 pm on October 25, 2017 Permalink |
No apology necessary, Jackie — I’d prove it here with a clip of a J song titled JACKIE, but unfortunately I know of no such song. 😦
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Jackie 2:22 pm on October 26, 2017 Permalink
That’s okay – it’s the thought that counts. 😉
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literaryeyes 12:50 pm on October 30, 2017 Permalink |
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Great American music
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mistermuse 4:42 pm on October 30, 2017 Permalink |
Thank you, Mary. Great American music then, and always — and thus (luckily for us), one less thing for Trump to make great again.
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literaryeyes 1:03 pm on October 30, 2017 Permalink |
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