I think this might have been the first record I ever had–that, or The Shoemaker and the Elves. That one has survived over 60 years; my sister has it now.
So here is Rosemary Clooney singing Little Red Monkey, back in 1953, a nice little piece of my childhood. A song that could do a child no conceivable harm. And a very catchy tune: that’s how I remembered it so long.
that was a better time. Music has a purity and a sense of orderliness.
I followed pop music until about the time of Jimi Hendrix. I just couldn’t hack the distortion that became a fad at that time.
I’m with you, UnKnowable. It was at about that time that I lost it with the
popular music. Thanks, Lee for this one by Rosie. I don’t recall hearing
it before, but I remember much of her music very well.
She was a wonderful singer. She sang clearly and her songs had some feel to them, but they were still straightforward.
There are some modern performers that are good; George Strait comes readily to mind, but I find myself listening to a lot of recordings from the ’50s and early ’60s. A few days ago I listened to a guitarist named Johnny Smith and he was amazing. Clear, clean, bright and just beautiful music, but it was fast, energetic and anything but boring.