Monday, August 30, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
My XM radio's 40's station is where I recently discovered, and fell in love with, the voice of Margaret Whiting. The recordings of her performing Moonlight in Vermont, A Tree in the Meadow, and my personal favorite, You Do, are so clear and pretty, they've actually reduced me to tears.
So I went on YouTube today to try and find one of those recordings to share with you, and was disappointed when I found none. I instead came upon THIS lovely piece, The Lies of Handsome Men, and I knew immediately it's what I wanted to post today.
Like Rosemary Clooney, Margaret performed well into her later years, when her voice was much older and harsher. This is a recording from those "twilight years," so you won't get to hear the clear, sweet tones of her earlier days. But I think it's lovely, in it's own way. And the slide show is just, well, DELICIOUS! Swoon with me for a minute, won't you?.......
Friday, August 6, 2010
Despite growing up under the same roof as our father, the athlete, coach, basketball referee and ultimate Cleveland sports fan, Jen never shared the same sports enthusiasm as the rest of us. I don't believe she ever really "got" the whole thing. She declared that day that the worship this country bestows on it's spoiled, overpaid athletes is despicable, and we should all be ashamed for wasting our time pining over their childish antics.
Then there are some true classy players. Talk to Josh Cribbs, Browns star kick-off returner and graduate of nearby Kent State University. Ask him how much he loves the city of Cleveland and it's people, but make sure you've alloted plenty of time for his response (Josh tends to gush!).
But there was something else I wish I had mentioned to Jen when we were debating that morning. Ironically, we were doing so in the nursing home room where my father lay, sleeping peacefully in his bed in the corner. I wish I had pointed to my weak, slumbering father and told Jen the story about a preseason game that Dad and I attended several years back. My first husband had just left me a few months earlier, and I was in the process of putting my life back together, one piece at a time. Dad was never a great consoler, but I was back home for a few days, so he suggested we head downtown and try to scalp a couple of tickets to watch Bernie and the Browns take on Kansas City.
The Browns won that game. And the next morning, a rerun of the game was shown on the local television station. Dad and I took a seat on the couch and watched it together AGAIN, saying things like, "Oh, here comes that play where he faked right, then hit the receiver in the end zone!" We cheered just as loud the second time through.
And most importantly, they have provided the only thing over which my Dad and I have deeply, sincerely bonded. And THAT, my dear sports fans, is priceless. Or as Dad would say, "not too shabby."
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010
In my defense, I don't think it was any "Tiger Beat Puppy Love" kind of thing. It's that his sappy, unrequited love songs were just prime stuff for a young girl pining over her first loves. I mean, if you were sixteen back in the late seventies and your boyfriend just broke up with you, TELL me you wouldn't have listened to "Looks Like We Made It" ninety-seven times in a row! I DARE you!!
So, in a bit of a nostalgic mood, I've chosen this clip of one of my favorite Manilow tunes, "Somewhere Down the Road." Although I wish he were playing the piano himself, I love how the orchestra sits behind him, silent, while the only accompaniment is heard from offstage. I also love the fact that his voice is a bit hoarse, not sure why.
It's not a really long clip. C'mon, take a look back with me. I won't tell...
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