August 25 is KISS AND MAKE UP DAY. In the Cary Grant spirit of occupying myself as best I can, I thought I’d present an assemblage of good old-fashioned “kiss and make up” goodies (the idea being, if you don’t love my premise, you can kiss my assortment). Let’s start with Cary’s take on make-up, which (as you can see) I’m not making up:
Well, apparently Cary never did make up with that gal, because here he is two years later, singing another love song to another gal:
It seems that Cary would rather play the field than kiss and make up. Let us therefore pick a dilly of a ditty less playboy-like in character:
So much for the guys. I give the last word to the gals (they usually have it anyway):
Kiss and make up — but too much makeup has ruined many a kiss. –Mae West
Kiss & make up. Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out. –Katie Anderson
In trying to get our own way, we should remember that kisses are sweeter than whine. –Ann Nonymous
Serj is a little after (not BEFORE) my time, musically speaking….but I appreciate a lyric that most of my non-geezer readers may be familiar with, and that even I can dig.
Paul, I think you may be giving me more credit than I’m due, because (not knowing if Ann Nonymous is guy or gal), I may not be lying….though the quote sounds more likely to have been said by a gal. Nonetheless, I would like to be thought of as at least a half-admirable man, so I’ll concede a 50-50 chance that Ann is a man. 🙂
There’s something bad in everything good: when spring comes, can spring cleaning be far behind? — Evan Esar
Spring has come, but in my sequestered domain, this doesn’t mean spring cleaning must follow. Though my closets be crammed and my drawers be loaded — make that cluttered — I’ll have no problem leaving spring cleaning far behind (even if others stink otherwise).
Now, I’m not saying that spring cleaning doesn’t have its place. For example, it might be worth the bother if you’re young and in love:
Speaking of “young love,” how old do you think the above song is? If you guessed it dates back to the ‘Golden Age’ of popular music (1920s, 30s, 40s), welcome to one of my happy places. If you’re thinking I’m clinging to the best of those romantic old songs out of naught but nostalgia, nothing could be further from the youth — my guileless youth that Father Time gradually re-placed. But suppose the mature me were unable to relate to the ever-young work of, say, Twain, Stevenson and Swift — it wouldn’t be that their writing has become outdated. I would simply have lost the capacity to appreciate its timelessness.
In like manner, whether it be seen as ‘gilding the lily’ of youth or burnishing the harmony of maturity, I still think of the oldies as younger than springtime….and on that note, I’ll tune out:
My happy place too . What every happened to harmony — and words you could understand – and “girl singers” who sang without belting out most of the song – dressed, even? But don’t think its because I’m growing old. I’ve said the same thing since I was in my 30s.
But I’m with you – and Quentin Quisp – on spring cleaning, “There is no need to do any housework at all. After four years the dirt doesn’t get any worse.”
Another one from him (Naked Civil Servant):
“Keeping up with the Joneses was a full-time job with my mother and father. It was not until many years later when I lived alone that I realized how much cheaper it was to drag the Joneses down to my level.”
xx,
mgh
(Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
“It takes a village to educate a world!”
I like the quotes. As for “girl singers belting out most of the song” — that wasn’t unheard of (get it? — ha ha) in the ‘old days.’ Remember Ethel Merman, for example? She wasn’t one of my favs, but she was definitely loud (and dressed)! 🙂
Good point. I guess I was thinking more of the singers who fronted the Big Bands. I never was sure if Merman was actually “singing” lol – but that voice was perfect for Broadway, and she could certainly sell a number like nobody else. And I do like some of the female performers today – just not as much as I loved the ones from the 30s-40s-50s (even as a teen in the 60s).
xx,
mgh
Merman may have been the loudest, but she wasn’t the earliest girl singer who belted out songs. One of the first (and probably most well known) pre-Merman belters was Sophie Tucker, heard here in in a 1926 recording of her most famous song:
Can I say The Girls From Mars, they send me? But Spring cleaning is in the same league as New Year’s Resolutions as it much talked about but seldom accomplished.
I thought girls were supposed to be from Venus, men from Mars. But “supposed to be” is no longer in the stars — girls can be from wherever they want to be, and more power to them! And you’re right about Spring cleaning and New Year’s Resolutions.
Richard Rodgers is indeed a treasure, and Oscar Hammerstein ain’t bad either (though I’m more partial to Rodgers’ original lyricist partner, Lorenz Hart).
Great tunes, Mr. Muse! As soon as I started listening to the second one, I thought, “I’ve heard that guy before!” Sure enough, he does “Bring Him Home” (Les Mis)
First day of spring here and – what do you know! – school is cancelled. (I think for the 13th day since December) Icy roads, apparently! Means I’m on my 3rd cup of coffee. 🙂
Thanks for the heads up about Isaac Benelli. I couldn’t place him despite the fact he has such a beautiful voice that he must have been on Broadway. I need to start paying more attention to today’s (and not just yesterday’s) Broadway scene!
Thank you. This must be the start of fall where you are in South Africa, so to return the favor, I’ll say Enjoy your autumn — the leaf raking can wait! 🙂
Living in the Golden State, as well as during my time in Hawaii, cleaning can be accomplished any time of year. When the filth and dreck of one’s home becomes too much to tolerate even when drunk, it is subject to scouring no matter the season.
Some might say your attitude lowers the standard in ‘standard of living,’ Ricardo, but as long as you can get to the beer in the fridge without undue difficulty, it seems like a workable concept to me.
Little Monster Girl
10:08 pm on March 23, 2017 Permalink
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Hi mistermuse! Would you like to answer questions with me on my weekly Friendly Chat on my blog? I’m going to post it in a short while.I get the questions from Cee’s Share Your World and I share my answers every week with another blogger, and I’d like you to do it this week if you like! 😀 Here’s the questions for this week: https://ceenphotography.com/2017/03/20/share-your-world-march-20-2017/
Many thanks for thinking of me, but due to very limited time (not to mention computer skills), I don’t feel I can commit to such an undertaking for the foreseeable future. Please accept my regrets and apologies.
Larry was writing rhyme at the age of six; by 1910 [age 15], he’d been christened “Shakespeare” by friends. [He had] a passion for Shakespeare, a delight in wordplay, and a fondness for anachronistic juxtaposition. Not for nothing was Hart known as “Shakespeare.” –Dominick Symonds, author of WE’LL HAVE MANHATTAN (subtitled THE EARLY WORK OF RODGERS & HART)
My previous post featured the words and music of Richard Rodgers and Larry Hart, which — along with the above — conveniently serve as segue into Shakespearean speculation:
BARD’S TUNE
What would William
have done with jazz?
Would he take jazz
where no one has?
Would jazz-you-like-
it, he accost?
Would he find jazz
love’s labor lost?
Would he have played
jazz instrument
measure for meas-
ure, or hell bent?
Or would he have,
a jazz voice, been —
the ‘King of Sing’
of noted men?
No! Peerless bard,
writer of wrongs —
if you dug jazz….
you’d write the songs.
is an itty-bitty city in my neighboring state of Kentucky, voted “Most Beautiful Small Town in America” and noted for its annual KENTUCKY BOURBON FESTIVAL, MUSEUM OF WHISKEY, and MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME STATE PARK, site of the farm which inspired Stephen Foster to write “My Old Kentucky Home” (the state song of Kentucky).
I find the story of Stephen Foster most interesting, starting with the date of his birth: July 4, 1826 — the same day that John Adams and Thomas Jefferson died hours apart. Foster was a dreamer whose love of music trumped more profitable ways of earning a living. Though he composed almost 200 songs (many of them popular in his own time), his last years were marked by poverty, a craving for liquor, and suffering from what may have been tuberculosis, dying 153 years and one week ago today (Jan. 13, 1864).
Foster can truly be considered the original bard of American music, as this 1946 quote by the late American composer and music critic, Deems Taylor, suggests:
What quality have they [Foster’s songs] that gives them such tremendous staying power? After all, other men in his day wrote songs that were as popular as his, possibly more so. What was his secret? It was, I think, that he helped fill a gap that had always existed in our musical culture. Our ancestors, coming here from all quarters of the globe, brought with them the folk songs of their native lands, but they were not peculiarly ours. It is ironic that the only race that developed a folksong literature in this country is the race that was brought here against its will, and was and has been the most brutally exploited of all — the Negro. The Negro spirituals and Stephen Foster’s songs are the nearest to completely indigenous folksongs that we have. Nor is it a coincidence that most of the best of his songs are in Negro dialect and sing the woes of the Negro.
But I will close, in keeping with the theme of recent posts, with one of Foster’s love songs:
I love your articles – and always learn something new. (the tunes ain’t bad either) 🙂
xx,
mgh
(Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMore dot com)
– ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder –
“It takes a village to educate a world!”
Thank you, mgh. It’s too bad that more people don’t have the willingness to “always learn something new.” It is said that “curiosity killed the cat,” but, for humans, curiosity should be “the spice of life.” You (and other readers like you) are much appreciated!
We who continue to learn will be the ones who keep our brains sharp ’til the end, more able to engage with life in general (which may not always be a good thing – lol – but it beats the alternative in MY book!)
xx,
mgh
Nice poem and interesting post. 🙂
I’m sure Shakespeare would still be coming up with brand new words, if he was here today.
Now to look for the song on Youtube, as your clip won’t play for me here.
Thanks. There are quite a few clips of COME WHERE MY LOVE LIES DREAMING on Youtube. The one I chose (sung by Frank Patterson) seemed to best fill the bill here.
Don Frankel
8:03 am on January 20, 2017 Permalink
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Love that poem Muse.
Sometimes Rap music or its many different types sound like iambic pentameter to me. So perhaps the Bard would be rappin’ for Jay Z. Which of course made me think of the Bob Dylan line. “Shakespeare he’s in the alley with his pointy shoes and his bells. Talkin to some French girl who says she knows me well.”
Thanks, Don. I’m not into Rap music, so I’ll have to take your word that perhaps he “would be rappin’ for Jay Z” (whoever he is)….but your Bob Dylan comment is more up my alley (or at least not down my dead-end street).
I find the paradox in Taylor’s appraisal of spirituals really intriguing, actually. Maybe acts of displacement inspire ever more concerted attempts to create meaning and identity? Definitely gives me a lot to think about. But who knows what sort of lyrics Shakespeare would have spun if he was alive in our time!
To a large extent, we are creatures — even captives — of the culture in which we grew up or in which we live. Perhaps equally as interesting as the speculation about Shakespeare in our time is how differently would each of us think if we were alive in his time.
“Theyhad a story written that at times impinged on the truth, but not very often.” –Richard Rodgers (re Metro Goldwyn Mayer’s filming of the 1948 Rodgers & Hart biopic WORDS AND MUSIC)
The Hollywoodized version of the life of Rodgers and Hart may be for the birds regarding the facts of their life, but above and beyond the cornball script are such treats for the ears as Betty Garrett, Judy Garland and Lena Horne singing those sophisticated R & H songs. But at least — though MGM had no conscience with regard to the narrative — they took no liberties with respect to Hart’s WordsAnd Rodgers’ Music.
Without further ado, then, on with the show. Carrying forward the theme of the previous post, here are (you have my word) three great ‘love’ songs from WORDS AND MUSIC:
But wait — you want unadulterated love and sophistication? R & H had nothing on Cole Porter:
Wow, that Smoothies recording is surreal! That song always shocks me a little, and given its subject matter, I’m surprised that it wasn’t more controversial in its day. With Cole Porter, Anything Goes 🙂
The Smoothies were a great vocal group, all but forgotten today. I own a double LP album with 32 of their recordings from the late 1930s-early 40s (including LOVE FOR SALE). Their vocal stylings were unique and definitely avant-guarde for their time. If there had been a Hayes Office for recordings like there was for movies, LOVE FOR SALE would have been an absolute no-no!
What an interesting thought, a Hayes office for recordings! Thank goodness THAT never happened, although censorship of “naughty words” in songs continues…
Speaking of interesting thoughts, I GET (got) A KICK OUT OF YOUr “With Cole Porter, Anything Goes” idea at the end of your previous comment. Either YOU’RE THE TOP, or IT WAS JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS. 🙂
Don Frankel
10:10 am on January 16, 2017 Permalink
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I’ll try this again. Didn’t seem to stick. I’m always amazed when a Hollywood movie that is about something or someone real gets something right. But they got the music right.
I’m going with Lena Horne here as well sometimes I can’t remember where or when.
Don, I think you’re right about Hollywood not getting their biopics right, especially during Hollywood’s ‘Golden Age’ and especially with their musical biopics. Off the top of my head, the only one I can think of that was pretty well done was YANKEE DOODLE DANDY (with James Cagney as George M. Cohan). They perhaps got a bit more ‘real’ in the mid-1950s (LOVE ME OR LEAVE ME, again with Cagney), but Hollywood has seldom done right by their musical bios.
Although I have an avid interest in “Hollywood’s heyday,” I’d be the first to admit that a lot of clunkers were made during that period, as well as many great & good ones. Good luck picking the wheat from the chaff!
Once in a great while the jazz world produces an artist who is able to achieve wide commercial success while operating on a high musical level. Such a man was Thomas “Fats” Waller, pianist, singer, composer and humorist. –Mike Lipshin, Harlem Stride Pianist, music director and documentary producer
If one thing could be said to stand out above all else in the performances of Fats Waller, it was the joy in him, the pure joy of being alive despite having to abide the overt racism of his time. He was both amusing and an amused observer, laughing at the mores of the world and at himself laughing at the world. When it came to love songs, he had fun not only with banal, but often with superior, love songs. Not for nothing was Fats called The Clown Prince of Jazz.
We stride on now with Part Two of the Fats Waller Documentary, narrated by his son, Maurice:
Ahh great stuff. One of my lucky and best days in the theater was one afternoon when we decided to get half price tickets and ‘Ain’t Misbehavin’ was open.
Don, I own the original Broadway cast album (a 2 LP record set) of AIN’T MISBEHAVIN’, and all I have to do is listen to it and read the great notes on the cover to realize how lucky you were indeed. To quote just one reviewer: “Ain’t Misbehavin’ has a first act that will knock your ears off and a second that will come back for the rest of you.” –Walter Kerr, Sunday Times
masercot 1:45 pm on August 25, 2018 Permalink |
Wake up (Wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide your scars to fade away the shakeup
Serj Tankian
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mistermuse 2:11 pm on August 25, 2018 Permalink |
Serj is a little after (not BEFORE) my time, musically speaking….but I appreciate a lyric that most of my non-geezer readers may be familiar with, and that even I can dig.
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Rosaliene Bacchus 2:13 pm on August 25, 2018 Permalink |
Enjoyed that 🙂 My ex didn’t like me wearing makeup, but eyed-up* all the women with makeup.
*Caribbean expression
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mistermuse 5:01 pm on August 25, 2018 Permalink |
Rosaliene, just be thankful you didn’t marry The Donald! 😦
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Rosaliene Bacchus 2:54 pm on August 26, 2018 Permalink
OMG. God forbid!
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chattykerry 5:45 pm on August 25, 2018 Permalink |
I can’t help thinking that Cary Grant seemed to enjoy kissing boys as much or more than girls…
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mistermuse 8:14 pm on August 25, 2018 Permalink |
Well, let’s just say that Cary was ahead of his time — he didn’t believe in gender bias or sex discrimination. 🙂
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chattykerry 12:42 pm on August 28, 2018 Permalink
He was indeed!
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Richard A Cahill 7:32 pm on August 25, 2018 Permalink |
‘Scuse me while I kiss the sky.
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mistermuse 8:21 pm on August 25, 2018 Permalink |
I had to look that one up, Ricardo, and it turns out that you’re just blowin’ smoke (not that I disapprove). 🙂
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Paul Sunstone 11:51 pm on August 27, 2018 Permalink |
“Ann Nonymous” That cracked me up.
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mistermuse 12:28 am on August 28, 2018 Permalink |
I said I’d give the last word to the gals, so on my post, Ann Nonymous is a gal, whether (s)he likes it or not.
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Paul Sunstone 2:27 am on August 28, 2018 Permalink
I’ve always said, “A man of his word is an admirable man” even if he has to lie to be a man of his word.
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mistermuse 9:11 am on August 28, 2018 Permalink |
Paul, I think you may be giving me more credit than I’m due, because (not knowing if Ann Nonymous is guy or gal), I may not be lying….though the quote sounds more likely to have been said by a gal. Nonetheless, I would like to be thought of as at least a half-admirable man, so I’ll concede a 50-50 chance that Ann is a man. 🙂
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calmkate 5:39 pm on August 28, 2018 Permalink |
lol Cary didn’t even like the girls, it was all just the camera … love this one but the last wins a gold star!
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