As you know from here, one of my many tasks at diablog is to find music for Pete, songs we both like.
Yes, we all bend over backwards to please the "Diva of Diablog".
Mostly I fail like here. Don't worry, it's the story of my life, I am somewhat used to it. Rarely I succeed like here or here.
Since Pete moved recently and is now residing somewhere in or near Hotzeplotz, the following memorable song from 1965 came to mind:
It is one of those songs, where the first keys already make it recognizable. Irrelevant whether you like it or not, you will remember and recognize it.
And there is another reason to play it on April 3.
Today, the artist, Billy Joe Royal, is celebrating his 70th birthday.
At least I hope he is celebrating.
All the best and many returns.
Here comes my next admission of failure, combined with me begging for pardon. Many years I had thought, the singer would be female. Sorry, Mr. Royal.
The lyrics, working-class/downtown man admiring a wealthy/uptown girl, is similar to Uptown Girl by Billy Joel.
Wait, Billy Joe Royal and Billy Joel? Did someone just add the "l", or drop the "Roya"? Coincidence? Let the conspiracy theories run wild.
Whistling,
Engine Room
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For some of his posts, I suggest that somebody gives Glynsky a kick in the boondocks.
Stop it, Smiles,
Now "Do the mashed potato" by James Brown is running through my head.
Yes, I blame you, not my mind.
ER
If Glynsky was to go into farming, at least he would have 2 acres to start with.
"Hold on tight" to your dreams, The Electric Light Orchestra (ELO)
Smiles, you are pushing it.
ER
I have had a lot of practise eg pushing Glynsky's car in Czechoslovakia all those years ago.
Which leads to "Push it" push it real good by Salt 'n' Peppa.
Smiles, you got to stop!
ER
Why? I haven't even started yet. I am Mr. Perpetual Motion.
Messers. Pitiful.
Who rattled your cage, Glynsky?
The missus.
Nice one, Alex.
Welcome to the Diablog from a fellow Commentator, who tries to bring some humour to this.
The opening bars to this song are identical to '24 hours from Glynsky'
which is a song I quite like, although Gene Pitney had to change the word to Tulsa after complaints that children found that the song gave them nightmares.
Having found 2 minutes to read this properly I reel at the garbled nonsense written.
As mentioned by Pete, the whole thing is a rip off of 'Tulsa' and a follow up in the classic style of of the time - found a riff, the morons bought it, play it again Sam.
That's not the worry though - was ER smoking something bad? Conspiracy theories about Billy J, Billy R, Uptown Downtown - WTF is he ramblin' about?
Well posted and twice !!!
Too early for you, Glynsky ?
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