Just a nice song, but lyrically and musically:
I’ve got an ear worm, so I naturally have to pass it on to you. I’m very fond of Gordon McCrae, so I prefer his open, mellow voice to Hugh Jackman’s tight, clipped voice. They both do a fine job, though, and it’s rather interesting to see the two performances back-to-back:
Incidentally, I saw John Raitt — one of the original Curlys — perform the song live when he was about 60 years old. I was at a Bonnie Raitt concert, and he came on and the two of them performed it as a duet. The concert was at UC Berkeley’s Greek Theater back in the late 1970s. I was surrounded by a lot of very stoned people who somehow managed to rouse themselves to holler out “Oklahoma” for the chorus. I found it quite amusing. Looking back, I suspect I was witnessing the last generation which had a shared culture that included the musical Oklahoma.
If you want a sense of John Raitt’s style in an enthusiastic song, you can see him here, in “There Once Was A Man,” from The Pajama Game.
One of the songs that makes me wish I were young again, all dressed up to go out dancing:
This is one where you’ll want to pay close attention to the words which, fortunately, display on the screen:
As for me, I’ve learned in the short time since I first heard this song that it’s excellent music for cleaning house. It has great house-cleaning energy.
One of my dogs is deeply attached to me. Whenever he heads my way to cuddle with me, which is most of the time, he’s always moving at top speed, with his eyes shining with love. I always imagine that this is his theme song:
Cheerful music, with a slightly sleazy and disturbing video:
It’s not just that he cleverly and harmoniously put together all the meaningless buzz words corporations tend to throw around; it’s also that the illustrations for the video are amazing. They show real SYNERGY!!
The headlines are so depressing I’m shying away from processing everything enough to write about it. I’m hoping that a little Fred and Ginger will fortify me:
In St. Pancras International Train Station in London, Henri Herbert sat down at an open piano. After a few flourishes, somewhat like a speaker first clearing his throat, Herbert went to work — and what he did will knock your socks off. Passers-by at St. Pancras seemed blasé about it, but Herbert is getting the attention he deserves thanks to the internet: