Famed vaudeville stars Van and Schenck have some advice for those feeling a bit bored:
Watching this, it’s fascinating to remember that, thanks to such movies as Our Dancing Daughters, which had come out one year earlier, many believed Joan Crawford to personify the modern Flapper. It took some years before Crawford transformed herself into the powerful, almost iconic, line of female characters that shaped her legacy.
Dayenu is a traditional Passover song that’s more than 1,000 years old. It’s one of those songs that, like The Old Lady Who Swallowed The Fly, keeps having longer and longer verses. In the case of Dayenu, the ever-lengthening verses add up God’s Passover miracles. After every verse comes the chorus: “Dayenu” — “it [that miracle or those miracles]” would have been enough. If you don’t know Hebrew, though, the song can get really bogged down. Alternatively, you can hand the task of singing it over to the Maccabeats:
Totally nice song; totally nice video:
Don’t really know why, but I’ve always liked this song:
I know I’ve posted this before. It’s just that it’s been a sort of grim week, and I find this enormously cheering, so I thought I’d post it again:
Casino Royale, the movie for which Burt Bacharach wrote this song, is unwatchable, but — oh, my! — is the song fun:
And why stop with one song? I loved Herb Albert and TJB:
You all know how much I like “O Holy Night.” This isn’t quite Josh Groban, but it’s a lovely, lovely version of that beautiful song:
Caped Crusader introduced me to this song. I liked it (I’ve always liked Zydeco, which made my Berkeley peers sneer at me), so I’m happy to share it with you:
Working away on a round-up in between caring for family members, so I thought I’d share some Earth, Wind & Fire with you.
I’m doing something very wonderful and exciting today: I’m attending the commissioning ceremony for the USS America. If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to convince my companion at the ceremony to stick around in the City to watch the Blue Angels fly. (My sister, who lives in a town where the Blue Angels never fly, thinks that they should visit every city in America to inspire patriotism and affection for our military.) If I’m not lucky . . . well, I’ll just come home and enjoy the memories of the morning.
I’ll write about the ceremony later, but I thought that a little music couldn’t hurt to set the mood. Sorry about the horrible video quality, but it’s all that I could find:
While women in Saudi Arabia, Iran, Yemen, Kuwait, etc., walk around in tents, Israeli women do cool things like this:
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.