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Bobby Vee, Bobby Vinton, Don Gibson, elvis presley, Gene Pitney, jackie wilson, lonely teardrops, Mark Dinning, music, Paul Anka, sea of heartbreak, The Drifters, The Platters, The Tremeloes, Warrigal, youtube
Only The Lonely by Warrigal Mirriyuula
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2whGEvy13Ag
Roy Orbison, Only The Lonely
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LunT2kP3JL4
Bobby Vee : Take Good Care Of My Baby
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4bo4ByFhLM
DON GIBSON: Sea Of Heartbreak
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icfq_foa5Mo
Bobby Vinton, Blue Velvet
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7MLNRFpiYg
Bobby Vinton, Mr. Lonely
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Tc6GBb2w3M
Gene Pitney, True Love Never Runs Smooth
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1oJuwkXr0E
The Platters, The Great Pretender
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYTTWeQDHKY
Paul Anka, Lonely Boy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vubJL1BbBn8
Guy Mitchell, Singin’ The Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFgQ0cIZiDw
Bobby Helms, You Are My Special Angel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-XQ26KePUQ
The Drifters, Save The Last Dance For Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n03g8nsaBro
The Tremeloes, Silence Is Golden
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsEodyuEikw
Mark Dinning, Teen Angel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRM8OWA_DNM
Mark Dinning, Jesamine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOMgDs96rVU
Dee Clark, Raindrops
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHSKSynZM9w
The Rockin’ Berries, He’s In Town
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5Paf4W_Dog
The Lettermen, Sealed With A Kiss
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pr61Y-vFqhE
Jackie Wilson, Lonely Teardrops
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PotB76gi2_4
Elvis Aron Presley, Heartbreak Hotel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=en4nGpwa0pc
Kitty Wells, The Lonely Side Of Town
Keywords: Kitty Wells, Elvis Presley, The Letterman, The Rockin Berries, Dee Clark, Bobby Vinton, Lonely Teardrops, Jackie Wilson, music, Sea of Heartbreak, Warrigal, youtube, Mark Dinning, The Tremeloes, The Drifters, Paul Anker, The Platters, Gene Pitney, Don Gibson, Bobby Vee
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
I really love that picture. The source of Tom Waits album title, “Nighthawks At The Diner” and the cover illustration of the original paperback edition of Philip Slater’s 1970 seminal analysis and critique of American culture, “The Pursuit of Loneliness”, which is where I first became aware of the painting.
Its amazing how many versions of the painting pop up. Here’s a few humorous ones
http://leashsstuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/nighthawks-by-edward-hopper.html
I particularly liked that recreation of the scene in Leggo, and the CSI one is pretty hip.
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Some of the copies of the painting are indeed interesting and the CSI is very cool…
T1 and Little M are here for a couple days, so not much time for music…
Looking at the titles, there are some very good ones, Orbison of course, and I love Blue Velvet , and the David Lynch movie with the same title starring Isabella Rossini , Hopper et all, was also extra cool…
Blue Velvet was also a popular hair dressing place in Newtown…maybe not there anymore.
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Not out of place here.
Or this.
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Favourite of mine too Algy. Shot dead by a racist motel manager for no other reason than being black. That really brings it on home, don’t you think, regarding the state of race relations in America in the early 60’s.
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Yet he played to both black and white audiences. Interesting how quickly the case against the the hotel manager was closed with a justifiable homicide finding.
His legacy being one of the founders of soul music was the careers of many like Aretha Franklin, Curtis Mayfield, Marvin Gaye and many others.
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Dee Clark should hang his head in shame
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Kitty Wells, nice bit of country. Playing E,D and A minor and not necessarily in that order. Come musos take me on
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I don’t think Clark was a big hit in the UK. I do remember the song, but it was below my radar.
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Thank fuck for that
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Well, that would make it in the key of ‘A’, Hung, which sounds reasonable to me, HOWEVER… check what she’s doing with her fingers, looks more like she’s playing a C9 in between a D and what looks probably like an E7… which, of course, doesn’t conform to the usual 1, 4, 5 blues progression, but then why would it? It’s a country song… maybe in some wierd key like Cdim… the melody line sounds a bit wierd to me… OR alternatively… she just looks like she’s playing C9 when she’s actually playing an A (probably the result of overlong fingernails…)
Wotcha reckon?
🙂
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For those inclined towards the mysteries of guitar chord formation, here’s another video of a popular hit. What chords is he playing and is his performance a precursor to the emergence of Hush2.0?
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Its in B or B minor, nice stuff.
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Is this Les’s lad?
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Les and Margaret’s boys, Adam and Chad, must be in their thirties by now.
We are none of us as young as we used to be.
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Do you know him WM? He was wasted in that band but they were very popular at the time
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Well the opening chord sequence is B, A, G, F#
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Played at our high school one lunch time.
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I was aware of Hush of course, and worked with them on numerous occasions, but I wouldn’t characterise that as friendship. After the band had fizzled I knew Smiley, the drummer, a little. We were both renovating houses in the same street in Glebe.
I didn’t know Les back then but got to know him later in his incarnation as gun jingle writer. He’s a true gentleman, Les; and very talented.
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Fabulous collection. BTW, a great story below atomou. You captured the moment.
Naturally songs often trigger memories, regardless of whether they were good songs, well sung, or just catchy.
This era takes me back to boarding school; the time; the friends; the angst; the pimples; uncontrollable erections in the pews lusting after the girls in church. Listening to radio Luxembourg under the blankets, after lights out, with the early transistor radios.. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radio_Luxembourg_(English)
Great songs too. No mumbling. Out with the fucking words: smash! Clear and loud. The emphasis on the voices. Plenty of echo of course and just the stuff to dream with. Hormonic (hormonal/harmonic) pleasure.
I saw The Rocking Berries on a ovation, or studio the other week. It was a programme with Mickey Most, a prolific record producer, and Herman’s Hermits, amongst others.
Yes the memories make these songs seem, perhaps, better than they were 😉
I’ve played 3 of them. In competition with the telly in the other room, so I’ll go back to channel surfing (net news), just to keep the peace.
Good Stuff Warrigal. Thank you.
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Lad, your third para is a worry but your next one is simply a brilliant observation of what’s happening to “songs” these days. Can’t listen to the bloody things ‘coz I can hardly make out the words. Or if I do, they’re damned pathetic. And I don’t think it’s simply a memory trick of associating those songs with happy -or even sad- events. I think the whole entertainment industry is gone to pot because, I suspect, the new phenomenon of primadonnas in the booth have gained all the power of the production, so we have the FX people -sound, light, vision and god knows what else, taking over and so the music is interfered with, the story is interfered with and the whole thing becomes a patch job of “look at me, I’m the greatest in this field!”
Can barely cope with even the documentaries on telly any more. Completely flooded with aural and ocular crap!
OK, that’s my rant for the day.
Oorroh!
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The Tremeloes’ “Silence is Golden” is a real classic! And I love the Big O too…
🙂
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Never heard Roy sing a bum note 🙂
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‘Roy’, Vectis Lad? Nah… don’t tell me… let me guess… You knew him when you had your shop in Chelsea…
😉
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That’s because you are deaf old boy
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No, T2, but I saw Liberace once, walking past The Chelsea Potter. He was wearing a chalk striped grey suit; a pink shirt and carrying a handbag 😉 …True.
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Though of this when Hung put his “once” list up. And look there it is top of the list on a Friday.
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Omlys Algernon?
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Omly the Lomly Hung.
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Yes, yes. the famous omly: a veritable feast. Only the omly.
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Om, Om, Om Omly le oh argh
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Shit! Roy Orbi!
Memories by the bzillion there for moi!
It was probably my first or second girlfriend that I took to see this boy. Festival Hall, it was called back then. Used for wrestling and boxing and such like brutal entertainment.
Anyhow, we’re in there, all very excited, girlfriend squeezing my hand -in a very promissory sorta way, I might add- and we’re watching all the supporting acts, the anticipation of both, seeing Roy (for the girlfriend) and the promise (for me) surging inside us like waves off a Hawaiian beach.
Then, suddenly His Majesty turns up and the screaming and screeching of teenage throats almost lifted the air. I think I gave a bit of a yelp, myself, actually. I feel my girlfriend bouncing up and down her seat as if the seat was made up not of hard plastic but soft, feathery springs.
No longer than a minute after Roy strutted upon the stage, not a minute after, I tell you, I turn to look at my girlfriend. Buggered if I can remember her name but I was certain until that moment that she’d be my partner for all eternity. But that moment, the moment I turned to look at her with that look of triumph boys used to get when they gave their girlfriends a good time, I saw something that I’ll never forget. Something that I used to hear other girls used to do but never believed it! The said little girlfriend had fainted! Shock, horror and laughter battled with each other for dominance. She had slumped on the seat, with her head to one side and was right out of it. I looked around, trying to find some explanation. The girl that was sitting next to her looked at me, smiled -grinned even- and then she drew my girl’s head down between her knees. My girl’s knees. Immediately she was back with the bouncing world and looked at us as if nothing had happened.
Well, as you would have guessed, atomou cannot cope with fainting girls. The very idea gave me shingles, so, a week or two later… actually, if I remember correctly, though maybe not… I had gone to live with my uncles and aunts for a while. In Sydney.
Anyhow, thanks a bzillion, Waz. Life’s one big chuckle sometimes!
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I do so love it when you get confessional Mou.
The last time I did Festival Hall was a Rocktober gig for 3XY back in 1979? The main act was Dragon I think and when Mark came on stage the same thing happened. They all rushed forward. There was no punter barrier in those days so security took up positions along the front of the stage and commenced hauling the feinted out of the melange.
These days its called a mosh pit and the vibe is to stay there as long as you can. I’m told being eccied off your scone helps.
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The confessional mode comes because I am a priest’s grandson and a theologian’s nephew, Waz! Too much of the moral of virtue instilled in me from the days I was pooping in my rags (no nappies back then!)
Early 60s. Did he tour Oz before or after the Beetles? Round about then though.
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Ewe alweighs carp on about house it’s otters fault, gees arse
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The head in the knees bit became interesting 🙂
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HER head in HER knees, Hungsie!
Control yourself, boy! Gracious me! You’re beginning to sound like the lad! 🙂
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Big, Big O fan here. Bought the best EP – In Dreams, Working for the Man …..
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Big Jackie Wilson fan, thanks WM
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