This song was always one of my favorites from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Right after “Roses of Success,” and the villain song was pretty good too. Oh, and “Me Ol’ Bamboo”! OK, so I love nearly every track on the Sherman Brothers-penned soundtrack (“Posh” is such a gem)… even though the Child Catcher was the scariest thing EVER.
I know so many songs, however, that I confess to having forgotten this one until I heard Pink Martini sing it with the von Trapps (yes, those von Trapps) in concert about two years ago. It has since become one of the most played tracks in my Platypus playlist (it’s a thing, don’t worry about it).
No, I’m not singing Journey… yet.
Sometimes when you have a blue, wet morning, a little car karaoke does wonders for your mood and inspiration. So, a big shout out to KZOK for playing music that moves me to rock out, and a shout out to Life Science Washington for the perfectly shaped water bottle that I used as my imaginary microphone.
And ALL thanks to Gloria Gaynor for the ATTITUDE! (click the link for the song)
(And no thanks to SoundCloud for not letting me upload this there, because somehow the Karaoke Channel thinks it’s the only backing-track game in town).
This song comes from a need for something bouncy that’s full of light and spice and joy. Another bread and butter artist in my household, Mary Chapin Carpenter was perhaps the first female vocalist I heard while driving around with my parents. At least she’s one that I remember most vividly.
Also, since Mardi Gras is coming up, this seems doubly appropriate. Here’s to the Big Easy, New Orleans. May your music and food never get swept away by your Hurricanes…
Just kidding. There’s enough nonsense going on in this world. I’ll just stay a little murky around the edges. That should work fine. Here’s today’s tune, from one of my “bread and butter” artists growing up:
First, some background: today is the day my sister and I celebrate each other. Robin and I have been through a lot together, including a lot of music and a lot of television shows. For whatever reason, I have a vivid recollection of watching Nick at Night with her, eating Grandma Jeffrey’s amazingly-good and famous burritos, and having lots of fun. One of the shows we watched was The Monkees. In addition to belting out the title song, we also were quite found of singing this one (and practicing the monkey walk in the grocery store. We also did a dance called ‘Strawberry-Kiwi,’ but that’s a story for another time).
This one’s for you, Ro-bear. My forever partner in crime.
*p.s. Fixed the audio again! It’s a learning process…
Hello again, Mr. Porter.
This is one of those songs that definitely requires an underground club, a dimly twinkling gown, smoke hanging thick in the air, red lipstick-stained teeth, a stiff drink, and a single spotlight.
Today’s song is brought to you by a combination of a cold glass of beer, good southern barbecue, the Coen brothers, and a very wet day.
Sometimes you just have to dance. And it’s Sunday, and it’s living up to its namesake, and I feel in an infectious good mood right now! So… POP goes the Meggie 🙂
Hello Dolly! was the second musical I think my father ever showed me. The first was Singin’ in the Rain (fun fact, I lost my voice imitating Lina Lamont’s rather *ahem* distinctive sound). I was hooked. The music was so much fun to sing, the film was brightly colored and directed by Gene Kelly, the waiters’ ballet was one of my favorite things to watch (choreographed by the incredible Michael Kidd), and the script was funny! It also was my first exposure to Babs and Ol’ Satchmo 😉
Moreover, it was my second time listening to Michael Crawford. The first, of course, was the record my parents had of The Phantom of the Opera. 20 odd years earlier, Crawford was the dorky Cornelius Hackle in the film. My sister would later beat me up for not telling her this until seven years later. Really. She wrapped her wiry limbs around me and would not let go as she pummeled me.
Special thanks to Maestra Vanessa Pace for reminding me of this great score!
When I was growing up, my parents LOVED folk singers. This makes sense, of course, considering that they grew up in the 70s, when folk music was popular music and singer-songwriters were the celebrated troubadours of the day. As a lover of stories myself, this music had a habit of getting stuck in my head. Or as Stephen Schwartz would say, “sticking to the soul.” I still crank up the volume when Gordon Lightfoot sings of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald,” and when I was… 10? 11? I loved wailing out the chorus of today’s sad, sobby song. I think we can all relate, sometimes, to someone who’s gone a little mad…