Blog Jam: Music.

I was playing this album for the umpteenth time today and had this heart stopping moment when I realized I fell in love with it 55 years ago!!

Which got me thinking of other songs, other albums other earth shaking moments of music. 62 years ago I heard this. I was 19. A man (boy?) I dated for a while (oh what a handsome fellah, from Liverpool, attending our university in Cork) who gave me a copy of this from one of his friends, John Lennon, from around the corner from his home). A brand new sound, no idea of the upcoming fame to come.

And then the song my father sang me every night (I was an only child for a while) and I loved it and still do. I am sure I drove him mad, night after night. "Singie Kacky, Daddy" was my first complete sentence. The song was "I'll take you home again, Kathleen".

And oh my God, when I was searching for it on line I found this: Elvis Presley sang his own version of it. WT...?

But this fellow below does a version very close to my father's, he was a fine tenor, my dad. Frank Patterson. Very pure. over 80 years ago when I heard this song first.

Mondegreens

 Andrew today posted about Mondegreens. If you're not familiar with the word or need a reminder, here is the definition.

mon·de·green

/ˈmändəɡrēn/

Learn to pronounce

noun

1. a misunderstood or misinterpreted word or phrase resulting from a mishearing of the lyrics of a song.

I've had a few of these over the years but the following is one of the worst, which kept those who heard me regaled with laughter - but not in front of me, always rushing to the bathroom or outside to double over. Obviously it was too funny to have me continuing rather than to have me corrected.

Here is the original song, My Resistence is Low, it was released, I believe in 1951, so forgive me, I was 7. But I remember how wonderfully catchy the lyrics and melody were and also I hadn't a clue what the big words meant. And there were far too many occasions where it came on the radio and I joined in, probably drowning out the professionals.

This is the part I kept mondegreening:

You with your overcoat,

And your underpants low

I'm going overboard

Through the Gap of Dunloe*.

Absolutely no relation whatsoever to any of the lyrics. But you'd only have to play the first couple of notes to that song now, and I'd bellow my version at ya. 

*A gorgeous spot in Ireland. Many family picnics there.

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Sometimes in Winter

I've always loved the unusual music and lyrics of Blood, Sweat and Tears since they first charmed my eardrums in my early twenties (Note to self: NO, seriously, that long ago?) and this is one my favourites of theirs. I've never found it sad, as one might expect, but quite uplifting.

BLOOD, SWEAT & TEARS
"Sometimes In Winter"
(Steve Katz)

Sometimes in Winter
I gaze into the streets
And walk through snow and city sleet
Behind your room


Sometimes in Winter
Forgotten memories
Remember you behind the trees
With leaves that cried


By the window once I waited for you
Laughing slightly you would run
Trees alone would shield us in the meadow
Makin' love in the evening sun


Now you're gone girl
And the lamp posts call your name
I can hear, them
In the spring of frozen rain
Now you're gone girl
And the time's slowed down till dawn
It's a cold room and the walls ask
Where you've gone


Sometimes In Winter
I love you when the good times
Seem like mem'ries int he spring
That never came


Sometimes In Winter
I wish the empty streets
Would fill with laughter from the tears
That ease my pain