Every Friday night we smooth our way into the weekend with music, the universal language. These selections demonstrate that despite what is being passed off as art today, there is plenty of really good music available. Come along and enjoy.
A tradition on my blog dates back many years. The Goodnight blog feature this time of year pays tribute to my wonderful Dad and his record supply.
It’s kinda like this. You see those infomercials on TV or those pledge drives on public television with a cavalcade of golden oldies. That would be Dad’s album vault.
Fact is that I’d cringe when Dad would pull out those 33rpms of Mantovani and Andre Kostelanetz. Naturally, I had no idea back then how good some of those albums were and still are. Any time something with more than one violin came through the speakers, all I could think was, “why?”
Now years later I realize his collection wasn’t all that bad.
Let’s get rollin’.
It was 1965. Tom Jones burst on the scene with “It’s Not Unusual,” following by a flurry of one big hit after another. Jones got so huge he got his own TV variety show. Dad liked Tom Jones, but another singer from overseas was even more impressive to my father.
Dad said as good as Tom Jones was, that Jones just yelled.
This guy to Dad was even better.
Dad loved the piano. So it’s not surprising his collection had a few albums by Roger Williams. The artist began playing piano at the age of three. Later his father urged Williams to take up boxing. When Williams suffered more than one broken nose in the ring he returned to his true love, music. Very good move.
A Williams recording from 1955 was the only piano instrumental to reach #1 on the Billboard charts and sold two million copies. And yes, that is the Lawrence Welk orchestra that Dad and family watched religiously each and every Saturday night.
A WWII veteran, Dad loved the big bands. His favorite was Glenn Miller.
Miller’s treatment of W.C. Handy’s classic composition mixes a military drum cadence with that big band sound.
That’s it for this week.
Have a great Father’s Day weekend.
Growing up I used to help Dad take tickets at high school football games on Saturday afternoons at South Stadium in Milwaukee. Once the 3rd quarter was over we could leave our position at the south side entrance gate and move onto the track in front of the stands.
Dad’s spot was at the end of the stands with a section reserved for one of the high school bands. Many times this would be the Bay View High School marching band. The band had a ton of members and was very, very good. They even performed one year at the Macy’s Parade in NYC.
With the tickets counted and taken care of Dad would hustle to his spot on the track because he knew the Bay View band’s routine. In between the 3rd and 4th quarters they would play the rousing “Cumana.” There was Dad, standing in front of close to 300 students, tapping his foot, snapping his fingers, swaying.
Did I mention Dad loved the piano?
Another of his favorite musicians here.