I’m a day late, but in honour of July 12th and King Billy (my family benefitted rather enormously from this man and his adventures), I give you this terrific tune. (You will recognize the melody – Sweet Betsy From Pike. Of course, when immigrants came to North America, they brought their songs and the lyrics were often changed.)
I have not been following this season with much passion, but I watched this and thought it was lovely. (That said, the band was far too loud.) I was sad to see Walker Burroughs get the boot.
My dad used to sing this to us when we were little, and later to my nieces and nephews. He did it with similar verve and drama. So great!
Sinatra, Bing, Louis Armstrong and Peggy Lee. No date on it, but I’m guessing circa 1959-1960 (judging from Frank’s hair).
Another clip for NKC’s 100th birthday – Cole and a young Billy Preston singing “Blueberry Hill.” Amazing!
He would have been 100 today. What a voice – what a talent. I always remember my father pontificating on the great (non-operatic) voices of the 20th century – Sinatra, Vic Damone and Nat King Cole. This song is one of my favourites.
A beautiful version of my favourite part of Handel’s Messiah. Perfect diction, powerful emotion. I only wish she had a larger audience.
Maybe the humourless, joyless wonders that I wrote about in the previous post will approve of this version: Betty Garrett and Red Skelton, with Betty totally empowered.