I was listening to this song just yesterday . . . and today I read that Glen Campbell, 78, has been moved into an Alzheimer’s care facility. I hope that the memories left to him are pleasant ones.
Because I’m a procrastinator, I waited until the very last minute to work on a newsletter submission for my local Republican Women’s Federated chapter. Then, once I’d written it, I learned that the word number parameters had changed — 350 words instead of 600. You’ll probably be surprised to learn, considering how verbose I am, that I’m very, very good at cutting articles down to size. Still, it took a little while.
While I get my head back in the game, can I introduce you to the Plain White T’s The Giving Tree? It’s a strange video, but an awfully nice song:
My daughter showed me Shakira’s latest video:
Ignoring the oh-so-modern writhing on a bed, the video looked peculiarly familiar, especially when Shakira is wearing that flashy red outfit. I finally figured out why:
Some things never change. They just get more glossy.
(It’s easy to forget that Charo was (and is) a very talented guitarist.)
I’ve been a fan of Madison Rising, a patriotic rock band, for a long time. I don’t necessarily like all their music, because they’re pretty heavy on classic rock guitar playing, but I really like their attitude. The band takes its solid rock chops and applies it to patriotism. Unlike most musical groups that pretty much reflexively “harsh on” American because it’s what all the cool kids are doing, this band uses its hard rock chops to celebrate America and her many virtues.
As it happens, I love Madison Rising’s rock guitar version of the Star Spangled Banner. This is quite an admission for me, because I tend to like my songs performed straight, without howls and yowls. If you were going to predict my musical tastes, you’d usually guess right if you said I would prefer Bing Crosby singing our anthem over some tortured rock band version. Nevertheless, I’ll repeat: I love the Madison Rising Star Spangled Banner.
If you’re wondering why I’ve step out of my musical comfort zone with this one, here’s the answer: Madison Rising’s rendition is a fresh take on our nation’s anthem, performed with enormous energy, and a great deal of love. This is not a robotic repeat of an old song:
When I listen to Madison Rising’s version of the Star Spangled Banner, I’m reminded of Runrig’s version of Loch Lomond, Scotland’s unofficial anthem. As does Madison Rising, Runrig rocks up a traditional song (indeed, one written around the same time as the Star Spangled Banner), but the group does it with love and passion. Scottish fans are enthusiastic about the group’s version:
My point about both of these groups is that their unorthodox renditions of old favorites are done with reverence and respect. They are intended to build up, not to tear down. Contrast that with Roseanne Barr’s justifiably infamous rendition of the Star Spangled Banner, which saw her adding crotch-clutching to melody-mangling. Likewise, a lot of non-homophobic patriots took umbrage when Lady Gaga turned the Star Spangled Banner into a gay-themed anthem. It was disrespectful, not because she brought her own spirit and style to the song, but because she was quite obviously denigrating the song and America as they currently exist.
I’m waffling on along these lines because at NASCAR’s opening this past weekend, both fans and racers disliked Madison Rising’s version of the Star Spangled Banner, considering its rock energy “disgraceful” and “disrespectful.” I wish I could reach out to the NASCAR crowd and let them know that there’s nothing insulting or disrespectful about Madison Rising. Whether or not you like their version, they sing it as respectful homage to a nation they love. If they can help resurrect some basic patriotism into disaffected young people who read Howard Zinn and like heavy metal and hard rock, more power to them.
My recent post about the best flash mob ever reminded me of a post I did in 2009 about Irving Berlin’s “Puttin’ on the Ritz” a song that lives on and on, around the world. Today seems like a good day to expand upon that post.
Irving Berlin composed “Puttin’ on the Ritz” in 1929. Although he wrote it about blacks in Harlem who dressed up for a night on the town, the American public first saw it in 1930, when Harry Richman sang it with arch “high class” inflections while plump chorines bounced and trotted woodenly behind him:
Fred Astaire also recorded the song in 1930, and his staccato presentation put a lasting imprint on people’s perceptions of the song:
In 1937, Clark Gable, as part of his delightful turn as a two-bit vaudeville player, turned in a wonderfully camp and charming version of the same song. Indeed, this is my favorite version of the song:
By 1946, Fred Astaire once again was “Puttin’ on the Ritz,” this time on film, as opposed to just a sound recording:
Sometime in the late 1950s or early 1960s, the divine Ella Fitzgerald brought her particular brand of music to the song:
In the mid-1970s, Michael Jackson — Michael Jackson! — along with his brothers tackled the song (it starts at about the 1:20 marks):
Also in the 1970s, there was a delightful version of “Puttin’ on the Ritz” in Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein. Sadly, I can’t track down any video of that segment.
The 1980s saw Taco’s somewhat boring, and very creepy, un-PC version (complete with black-face performers). As I recall, it was a surprise hit.
In addition, in 1988, The Mighty Diamonds did a reggae version:
“Puttin’ on the Ritz” made an appearance in the 1990s, as the theme music for Nintendo’s Super Hunchback:
Rufus Wainwright, a millennial heart-throb did a version sometime after 2000. If only he could carry a tune…. I recommend no more than 10 seconds of this one. I include it just to show how eternal Irving Berlin is:
More recently, Club des Belugas, a cutting edge NuJazz group in Germany, fired up Puttin’ on the Ritz a few years ago with a remix of Fred Astaire’s 1946 version:
The endlessly cool Herb Alpert did a version last year:
2013 was a good year for “Puttin’ on the Ritz,” since Robbie Williams recorded it too, with the original 1929 lyrics:
And then, of course, there’s the “best flash mob ever” version, from Moscow, in 2012, with love:
How does one account for the enduring, world-wide popularity of this 85-year-old song? I think my teenage son put it best. After watching the flash mob, he turned to me and said, “You know, Mom, that’s a really catchy tune.”
My daughter introduced me to a charming song from a few years ago. How could I not love a modern song that references Fred and Ginger?
I’ve always liked this song. The sentiment behind it is so nice, and he sings it as if he means it:
I loved this song when I was young and I still like it now that I’m not so young:
Wikipedia says there’s a story behind the song:
“Come Dancing” is a tribute to Davies’ sister Rene who bought him his first guitar, with the song’s lyrics affording Davies’ sister a happy life denied her in reality. Living in Canada with her (reportedly abusive) husband, the 31-year-old Rene was visiting her parental home in Fortis Green at the time of Ray Davies’ thirteenth birthday — 21 June 1957 — on which she surprised him with a gift of the Spanish guitar he’d tried to persuade his parents to buy him. On the evening of the same day, Rene — who had a weak heart as a result of a childhood bout of rheumatic fever — suffered a fatal heart attack while dancing at the Lyceum ballroom.
Sorry I haven’t written today. I just haven’t been inspired, and the nice thing about blogging on a volunteer basis, as opposed to blogging for a boss, is that one inspiration vanishes, I can vanish too. I wasn’t useless, though. Because I’m a glutton for punishment, I’ve assembled and am editing another collection of my past posts. The last one I did netted me about 10 cents per hour of work, so I’m not sure what compulsion is driving me, but I am still driven.
While I’m driving myself a little crazy, I’ve got an unusually happy song for you: