Nogah went and grew up. I still have the highest of hopes.
Continue reading...185: Frank Sinatra, ‘High Hopes’
300: Decapede, ‘Creston Gold’/Buddy Holly, ‘Peggy Sue’
The sweetest music you’ll never hear.
Continue reading...090: The Cyrkle, ‘Red Rubber Ball’
1966–when Paul Simon mistook Jeff for Art and gave away that unforgettable, bouncy ‘Red Rubber Ball’.
Continue reading...070: Buddy Holly, ‘That’ll Be the Day’
Buddy Holly’s great song and the night The Grateful Dead backed me singing it. Yeah, for real.
Continue reading...290: Becca Kristovsky, ‘Bye Bye Baby Blues’
We buried Becca yesterday, but she’s still singing. With a glint in her eye. She’s singing those bye bye baby blues.
Continue reading...046: James Taylor, ‘Never Die Young’
“Never Die Young”, for me, is the multifocal prism through which I squint at the golden days of my youth. It contains all the love and pain and hopes and disappointments and optimism and disillusionment that my hoodlum friends and I have traversed, like all golden boys grown old. But we were fortunate enough to be children of a very special time.
Continue reading...083: Ezio Pinza, ‘Some Enchanted Evening’ (“South Pacific”)
Several regular readers of SoTW were gracious enough to write and ask why there were no postings for the last two weeks. The reason is that I went to the Old Country to bury my mother. I’m back, and I can’t say it’s easy to talk about music. I’m in a very dark and depressed place, as those of you who have been through this will understand, with no taste for mirth or fun or entertainment. Not even for music.
But in the five days since I’ve returned from the proscribed mourning period, I’ve been reluctantly thrown back into the Musical mode.
In September, I joined the Light Opera Group of the Negev for their annual production, which this year is Rogers & Hammerstein’s “South Pacific“. I’ll be playing Emile de Becque, the male lead…