It's been hard to tell it around these parts (just outside of Chicago), especially with temperatures yesterday above 60, but Winter began either on December 1st (if you listen to the Meteorologists) or three days ago (if you listen to almost everyone else).
To help get you in the mood, here's a record from Tin Pan Alley, from the label's mid-to-latter days, a period when their hiring standard seems to have been "only allow people who have minimal talents on their instruments or in singing".
At least either the typesetter or the song-poet himself kept with the incompetence theme, spelling the word "Icicle" as "Icycle" (I only just noticed this, so if you are a perfectionist, you'll need to change the spelling on the downloadable track).
It's worth noting that at one point the lyrics move us into August - I'm not at all sure we weren't there from the start. If so, Eleanor Shaw is singing to something that isn't even there.
Download: Eleanor Shaw: The Little Icycle
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The less said about the flip side, "Always", the better. Suffice it to say that Irving Berlin has nothing to worry about.
Download: Eleanor Shaw: Always
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HAPPY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!!!
1 comment:
This is like getting Yoko Ono AND Mrs. Miller to come over into my own home & serenade us with a personal, private duet concert! A wonderful, heart-warming XMAS, indeed...
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