So yesterday, I found myself at the St. Elizabeth Ann Seton annual sale, and they had a couple of boxes of records. I found a couple that looked interesting and bought them along with a couple of glass vases to etch.
Then, I found myself at Relics Antique Mall as my wife is looking for some wall decorations for the guest room that we painted three years ago and have had bare walls since. While she looked for something to match her tastes, I flipped through some bins of records. Some of the bins are getting nuts as far as pricing goes–one of my go-to end caps had some priced at $14 or $24 dollars (although the sign said half off of everything, that’s still a little much for my taste). However, another stalwart end cap still had records for $3 each, and I’m getting more comfortable with buying records at that price.
So here’s what I got:
The capstone is Blow Your Own Horn by Herb Alpert. After the 1970s, his music was selling more on cassettes, I guess, so it’s rare to find something of his from the 1980s. Unfortunately, it skips a bit on the first song.
Knock on Wood by Amii Stewart.
Stephanie by Stephanie Mills, best known around these parts for singing “Bit by Bit” on the Fletch soundtrack.
Uptown by the Neville Brothers. I just got an Isley Brothers album, and I sometimes confuse the two acts. By building my collection, I’ll get them straight.
Welcome Back by John Sebastian. I’ve seen this on this end cap before and thought I’d buy it someday for his rendition of the Welcome Back, Kotter theme song. Today was that day. I also noted some albums that I’ll buy later, someday, but I’d better make it sooner rather than when the prices go up to $5 each and I won’t be so inclined to explore.
Fred Astaire’s Greatest Hits. I’m not sure what his greatest musical hits are, actually, and the album cover itself does not say (and, like a fool, I did not look at the album itself, so I hope it’s in there).
Today’s Romantic Hits / For Lovers Only vol. 2 by Jackie Gleason. Someday, I might have a pretty comprehensive collection of these.
Jackie Gleason Plays The Most Beautiful Girl in the World. Ditto.
I’m Looking For A Four Leaf Clover by Jo Ann Castle. It features a comely lass on the cover, so I expected a songbird from the middle 1960s. Apparently, the artist is the ragtime piano player from the Lawrence Welk show and is not the young lady on the cover.
So it was about $20 total.
I also bought a new circular saw so I can continue on my construction of the new record shelves today. Unless I spend the whole day blogging, I guess.
I cannot understand why this is not an aphorism. Perhaps it’s better as a koan: What does it mean?
It means that, when choosing a wine to go with our meal at the Devil’s Pool restaurant at Big Cedar last week, I selected the wine that goes best with Norwegian heavy metal covers: Frog’s Leap Zinfandel.
Frog Leap Studios, of course, is the name of Leo Moracchioli’s venture. Here’s a recent song of his, a cover of Madness’s “Our House” that advertises Leo’s house for sale:
I looked into it; the house is roughly $300,000 in real money. Located in the balmy southeastern part of Norway, if I lived there, I’d expect to bump into Morton Harket, Pal Waaktaar-Savoy, and Tine Thing Helseth all the time.
But, alas, I am a man of modest means and cannot afford tiny little houses with awesome recording studios in the shed. Or castles closer by.
So I might have mentioned that the country and western station that I can get on my lawnmowing headphones has gone back to playing older country songs as well as a couple beach or bro country songs, so I just spent an hour and a half marinating in country.
I heard a Kenny Chesney sing “I Go Back”:
and I heard what I thought was a Lee Ann Womack song, but it turns out was Pam Tillis singing “Shake The Sugar Tree“.
But they got me thinking about a post I did just a little while ago about Kenny Chesney’s “Young”, Lee Ann Womack singing “Mendocino County Line” with Willie Nelson, and Eric Church singing “Springsteen”.
The strangest thing about it is the double-effect nature of it (I am Mr. Double Effect Narrator right here). When I first heard it ten years ago, I was a little wistful appropriately for my teenaged years (although briefly and only at a surface level, of course, but that is the will o’ the wist).
Now, of course, I can be both wistful for its content and wistful for the time when the song was new.
I think I have achieved the rare condition of triple effect narrator. Because I’m now nostalgic for the time when I wrote the post, the time when the song came out, and my younger days.
I need an emergency infusion of Toby Keith, stat.
Okay, maybe not that Toby Keith.
More likely I should step away from the YouTube and spend some time with my family.
Table Manners, one of the three in Alan Ayckbourn’s The Norman Conquests. When I was at the university, the Milwaukee Rep played all three on a rotating basis (Table Manners one night, Round and Round the Garden the next, and Living Together the next, and repeat), so I decided I would go to each of them with a different girl. However, because I misread the schedule, I had to go see Table Manners a second time. I actually saw it a third time when the Chesterfield Community Theatre in St. Louis played it by itself.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I think I’ve seen this a couple of times, but I might be conflating the play with the symphony, both of which I’ve seen.
Richard Marx (twice on the Repeat Offender tour: once in Milwaukee, once in St. Louis).
The last two were under the influence of my beautiful wife, naturally.
The musician I’d like to see most again: Herb Alpert. The play I’d like to see most again: Sight Unseen.
We’ll take Keely Smith on her home turf, with “I Wish You Love”, the title track from her 1957 debut album.
Here is Eydie Gorme doing what she does best, which is everything:
As I had said to Friar, I’ve got another Keely Smith album (Be My Love) that hasn’t really stood out, and I think it’s because Keely sounds like a lot of other female big band vocalists I’ve heard, where the delivery is flat and a bit projected since there’s generally an orchestra behind them whereas Eydie is more pop/jazz influenced, where the notes are rounder and the presentation more intimate.
Your actual mileage may vary, but understand that no matter what scientific measurement you apply, Eydie Gorme is always the best. Because no matter what your subjective understanding of reality is at any given time, reality is as it is.
So I was doing the evening chores, and I found myself singing a bit of “Ew wah ew wah ew wah ew wah.”
Unlike when I found myself ruminating on the melody of Marty Balin’s “Hearts” in February, I knew where this came from.
Dwight Yoakum’s “Pocket of a Clown”.
Although I did have to search for it to make sure I wasn’t crazy (“Pocket of a Clown”? No way that’s a real song.).
I had Dwight Yoakum’s This Time album when it was fresh. It’s weird; I think of my college years as mostly steeped in pop music, but I listened to my share of country at the beginning of the 1990s as well.
Why it came up in my mind’s rotation, I have no idea. I am pleased, though, that the radio station that I can listen to while mowing the lawn has, after a couple of years, backed off of the all-bro-country format and returned to a mix of today and oldies. And by “oldies,” I mean things current when I was an adult.
Friends, somehow this spring’s book sale sneaked up on me, so I only found an opportunity to visit it on half price day today. Which worked out all right for me, as I only spent thirty some dollars on records.
Which is 61 LPs, double-albums, and boxed sets.
Asilos de Abandonados Miguel Aceves Mejia
Entre Copa y Copa Miguel Aceves Mejia
Canta…Los Huapangos de Oro Miguel Aceves Mejia
Con Mariachi Los Panchos
Midnight Time The Three Suns
Help Is On The Way Melissa Manchester
Romantic Jazz Jackie Gleason
Trumpet A Go Go James Last Band
El Nuevo Trio Los Panchos Trio Los Panchos
Greatest Hits Boots Randolph
Court and Ceremonial Music of the 16th Century Roger Blanchard Ensemble with the Poulteau Consort
Songs of Italy 101 Strings
Sings Spanish and Latin American Favorites Connie Francis
1100 Bel Aire Place Julio Iglesias
The Sound of Boots Boots Randolph
The Best of Vicki Carr Vicki Carr
The Yakin’ Sax Man Boots Randolph
Heart Like A Wheel Linda Ronstadt
Songs of the Seasons in Japan 101 Strings
The Manhattan Transfer The Manhattan Transfer
Maynard Ferguson Maynard Ferguson
Forever Gold The Isley Brothers
Fall Into Spring Rita Coolidge
Love Me Again Rita Coolidge
Everything Under the Sun The Three Suns
Men of Brass Massed Brass Bands of Foden’s, Fairey Aviation and Morris Motors
1980 Gil Scott-Heron and Brian Jackson
Como Swings Perry Como
Miriam Makeba Miriam Makeba
Lead, Kindly Light The Three Suns
Cocktail Piano Frankie Carle
So Early in the Spring Jackie Collins
30 Hits of the Tuneful ’20s Frankie Carle
Look to the Rainbow Al Jarreau
El Gallo Colorado Miguel Aceves Mejia
A Treasury of the Award-Winning Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass The Longines Symphonette Society
Lo Mejor De Miguel Aceves Mejia (box set) Miguel Aceves Mejia
Lo Mejor De Amalia Mendoza (box set) Amalia Mendoza
Lo Mejor De Jose Alfredo Jimenez Jose Alfredo Jimenez
It Must Be Him Vicki Carr
Le Monde Musical de Baden Powell Volume 2 Baden Powell
Ecos de Cuba Trio Matamoros
Even in the Quietest Moments Supertramp
Sweet Talk Boots Randolph
Spanish Fly Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam
Love Is A Season Eydie Gorme
Louis and Keely Louis Prima and Keely Smith
Cocktail Time Frankie Carle
The Fantastic Boots Randolph Boots Randolph
Portrait of My Love Steve Lawrence
Golden Saxophones Billy Vaughn and His Orchestra
Come Waltz with Me Steve Lawrence
Cantos de Amor Campriano Miguel Aceves Mejia
Para Cantar Yo Naci Miguel Aceves Mejia
A Man and a Woman (Un Homme et Une Femme) Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Die Große Stereo-Starparade – Folge 3
Soulful Dionne Warwick
The Road to Romance Dorothy Lamour
Bourbon Street Pete Fountain and Al Hirt
Also Sprach Zarathustra Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra
Honey, I didn’t buy 100 LPs, I told my beautiful wife via text message to soften her up.
I am not sure it worked.
I jumped on someone’s former collection of Miguel Aceves Mejia; on first listen, it’s more traditional Mexican music than the pop that I have tended to favor. I got a couple of other box sets akin to his that will likely prove similar.
I got some more Frankie Carle, The Three Suns, Boots Randolph, and Vicki Carr to add to my catalog of their LPs.
I’ve also started the slide into 80s pop (Supertramp and Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam) since that music is coming on 35 years old now. As close to today as Sinatra was to us. You might hear a song or two on the radio from these bands, maybe, but I really need to pick up the source material because the stuff on radio playlists is so shallow in breadth. Can you be shallow in breadth? On this blog, you can!
I also got some books, but you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see what I got.
Harold Faltermeyer was quite the instrumentalist for movie soundtracks in the 1980s, including two from that movie that had a Saturday Night Live alum portraying the title character, an investigator who assumes various comic roles as part of his investigation.
I’m talking about Fletch, of course.
I’m talking about Axel Foley, of course.
I prefer the former due to racism, of course. Also, because it is a little more than the synth progressions of the “Axel F Theme”.
It also made me start enumerating the films where a Saturday Night Live alum starred as a wise-cracking cop or investigator. Between the Fletch and Beverly Hills Cop movies, we’re already up to five. Throw in Taxi, and we’re up to six. Surely there are more, which I’ll give far too much thought and investigation to.
You know, my beautiful wife owns a number of Styx albums, including at least one on vinyl, but I really don’t like many of their songs.
But one, “Show Me The Way”, struck a chord with me.
It came out in 1990, when I was transitioning from an awkward high school student into an awkward college student. I moved from small town Missouri back to the city of Milwaukee, and I certainly could have used some guidance.
I still can.
I often think of Styx as a seventies band, but this hit was from 1990.
Kind of how I think of the Rolling Stones as a sixties band, but they charted records well into the 1980s. But the radio playlists really focus on the greatest hits of both bands, which are the early hits.
An ad on my Facebook feed makes an assertion that country music science does not support.
The study that refutes it:
Why this ad appeared on my Facebook feed, though, I have no idea. One would expect with all the data that Facebook harvests from me that they would know we don’t host many gatherings here at Nogglestead.
We still have blue and orange disposable cups from my oldest child’s fifth birthday party, almost eight years ago. The bags are gone, though, so I could not tell you if they were Solo or Hefty in nature.
But working remotely, I haven’t listened to much Iron Maiden in the home office. Sometimes I do, but it’s not the go-to metal. Perhaps I rely a lot on my latest metal albums too heavily. I don’t even have any Iron Maiden on my gym playlist.
I should probably listen to some now. Care to join me?
This week’s Bleat by James Lileks has a banner image of a comely woman reclining on a scattered collection of LP covers (and, presumably, LPs, but it’s a drawing, so we’re actually assuming everything).
Last year, I did a couple of posts about the album covers hanging at Classic Rock Coffee and how many of the albums I have (I and II).
Last night’s triathlon class was brutal: We started with some hill running and then cooled off in the pool with some timed intervals. Let’s be honest: I have not improved in swimming in two years, and last night the swim about killed me. During drills, I focused on too many things and lost my breathing rhythm, which meant I breathed and swallowed a lot of air and a lot of water, both going to the wrong chambers in my torso.
But then, The Spice Girls’ “Wannabe” came on the music piped into the pool.
Another fellow in the remedial swim lane has a strategy of walking most of the laps, and he was finishing a length of the pool not far behind me as I did whatever it is I do that is almost as fast as walking in water.
“I’m not going to drown and have the Spice Girls be the last words I hear,” I announced to him.
And I did not drown.
So consider me inspired by the Spice Girls.
Looking back on this blog, I see the other mention of the Spice Girls comes from 2005, where I boasted I could name them all even though I’d only listened to a complete Spice Girls song once. I think fourteen years later, I could go four out of five, maybe. Also, back in, what, 1997, I wrote about them in The Cynic Express’d.