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General Topics => Music => Topic started by: tiggsy on March 19, 2014, 09:55:47 AM
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Sunday tea time all was fine till "Sing Something Simple" came on the radio. I hated it, to me it signified the end of the weekend, and school tomorrow. Uggggh
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I am obviously older than you (71 next month) and I remember Sing Something Simple and loved it. Yes the songs were ones my mother used to sing, but I was brought up in the early 1950's listening to people like Perry Como, Nat King Cole, Frankie Laine, Johnny Ray, Dickie Valentine and Ruby Murray etc. and then in the late 1950's to Rock 'N' Roll with people like Bill Haley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Little Richard and Fats Domino. They were good times.
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Billy Cotton's Band Show was another must for my parents, again I hated it
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I remember the Billy Cotton Bandshow. Sunday's at lunchtime. Loved it. Before Billy Cotton was Two Way Family Favourites with Jean Metcalfe and Cliff Mitchelmore who was later replaced by Bill Crozier.
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I used to feel depressed as soon as I heard the introduction
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I echo Tiggsy's comment - that music even now makes me think of school and weekends being over - sad. :'(
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When I went to bed in the 60's my mum used to lay in the bath and sing, such as Frank Sinatra, Ruby Murray etc. Mum is nearly 88 years old, has all her marbles, a 91 year old male friend, but my abiding memories are of her singing me to sleep while soaking in the bath
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Actually I find a strange comfort with these old programmes and all they recall for me. I never hated it, it was just the way it was. It didn't stop me from listening to my own music though.
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My mother used to listen to Bridie Gallagher and Jim Reeves which left me depressed for most of the week, let alone Sundays.
Hugh
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Absolutely loved sss, after a sunday tea of cockles or winkles sandwich, followed by peaches/ pears in a bit of evap milk, then a slice of battenburg or angel cake with a cup of tea. Mind you I had to clean my shoes for school for the coming week, and have my weekly bath after!! Oh happy carefree days.
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Moving on a bit, I was brainwashed by The Beatles and to this day I really don't like them. Sacrilege, I know.
My Dad was a Perry Como fan and fond of the Brat Pack singers, doing a fair impression of Dean Martin.
My Nan used to come and put the Mario Lanza 78 on the radiogramme record player.
From the age of 8, my Dad would get me to sing Doris Day songs as he swore I sounded just like her. I wish.
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I was awoken (literally) on weekend mornings with various offerings. My dad was a brass band man all his life (playing) but the Saturday/Sunday playlist was mainly the likes of Beatles, Supertramp, Dr. Hook, Pink Floyd. If my mum got her way maybe some Johnny Cash or the Clancy Brothers(?!).
It used to be most irritating when us yoofs wanted a lie in, but strangely I find all of it perfectly good listening these days.
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And there's that old standby 'The Black and White Minstrel Show' which was awful.
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My mum used to practise her piano on Sunday mornings, waking me up with strains of the scales and Barcarolle. I used to hate it, then Elvis (my dreamboat) bought out a song to the tune of Barcarolle, so my mind quickly changed. How I wish I could hear her now! :( :( :(
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I remember that bloody Scottish guy, think his name was Andy Stewart. Mum and Dad thought his show was great,I didn't. Shut myself in the other room and listened to the Stones,Gerry and the Pacemakers and the Beatles, "PROPER MUSIC". ;D ;D
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Another one I could not Srand was Val Doonican who wore jumpers and sat in a rocking-chair. He was my nan's favourite. Him and that screeching Frank Ifield should have been shot!!
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I much prefer the songs of Mulligan and O'Hare.
(http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/50584969/Mulligan+and+OHare+S1E2MO1.jpg)
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I had a can of their soup once.