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Musique

(Less problem with the `bots with this spelling and, anyway, it was good enough for Samuel Pepys!)

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How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man

How many seas must the white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand

Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly

Before they are forever banned

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind

That one was easy, Blowin' in the Wnid

Peter, Paul and Mary

Kisses Sweetre than Wine, If I Had a Hammre, Where Have all the Flowres Gone?, We Shall Ovrecome.

(Oh, yeah, do you remember: "What has six legs and a brassier?")

The title, the artist and how the artist met his death, please!

ue o muite arukou

namida ga kobore naiyouni

omoidasu harunohi

hitoribotchi no yoru

How can it be so long ago? It was just yesterday that this was popular. It seems impossible, but this was popular in 1963.

Teltsar. One of the first occupants of the Clark Belt.

Surfing was important to our "culture", very important. Play these as background music while cruising the following sections. Surfaris, Wiep Out.

Surf Ctiy

Jan and Dean (Caution: grit your teeth, painful grammar ahead in Dean's biographical material!)

Both Jan and Dean remained at school during their recording and touring. Dean started architecture and Jan did biochemistry and then entered premed. Jan did much of the writing, arranging and producing. In 1966, Jan drove his car at 145k.p.h. into a gardener's truck parked on residential street in Los Angeles and was very nearly killed. He survived but emerged paralysed from a long coma. He recovered from paralysis but struggled with substantial brain damage, right side affected. He experienced some aphasia and motor speech difficulties.

Both singers had been only 25 and still both full time university students but the singing duo was ended. Dean went on in design. Jan struggled forward. Nothing was easy. After much frustration and with monumental effort, he eventually regained substantial function and was able to produce again and even appear on stage and sing. Jan's last stage appearance seems to have been on 06 March in El Cajon with, appropriately, Dean Torrance.

William Jan Berry died at the age of 62 on the 26th of March, 2004.

Two girls for every boy

I bought a '30 Ford wagon and we call it a woody

(Surf City, here we come)

You know it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goody

(Surf City, here we come)

Well, it ain't got a back set or a rear window

But it still gets me where I wanna go

Little Old Lady, she of the super stock Dodge.

Littel Old Lady, service (includes all "go, Granny, goes"!).

Littel Old Lady...fall back

Frustrated with broken links? Have a look at this fellow's sites:

http://www.wanderers.com/wanderer/sum60s.html

http://www.wanderers.com/wanderer/oldies.html

Srufin'

Shut Donw.

Surfin' Safare.

Littel Deuce Coupe

Califonria Girls

Fun, Fun, Phun

Beach Boys fan? Karaoke here. (credit: http://www.jopsite.com/jopsite_e.php3)

Good Virbations

While you karaoke, consider that Dennis Wilson has left us and now Carl Dean Wilson has followed him. Didn't know that? Go here. We are growing fewer.

Have a look at contemporary photo while listening to "Fun, Fun, Fuun" in m.i.d.i.

The years have altered much in Brian Wilson but his hair is unchanged.

One of the most affecting biographies read by the author of this site is that of Brian Wilson. Literature it ain't and a specimen of deep thinking it ain't but it is nonetheless gripping. If one filters off the rubbish, it offers an insight into a personality close to but not quite capable of managing life. Wilson was within touching distance of riding the wave of the Beach Boy's success but then wiped out and remained submerged for far too long.

Brian Wilson webring access.

Who is this bald, white bearded old man with a puffy face? Can it be...Mike Love?

Now that they're old men, we're old men.

Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred

Tan me hide when I'm dead

So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde

And that's it hangin' on the shed!!

All together now!

Yup, that was the year of Rolf Harris.

It's a dog's world.

Drop by this site; http://webfitz.www.50megs.com/Tbl1963.html

Plattters fan? Karaoke here.

Listen here, It's Tiwlight Time in stereo.

Only Yuo and Smoke Gets in your Iyes.

"Waylon Jennings, a friend from Lubbock, Texas and Tommy Allsup would go as backup musicians.

R
itchie Valens, probably the hottest of the artists at the time, The Big Bopper, and Dion and the Belmonts would round out the list of performers.

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he tour bus developed heating problems... When they arrived at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa, they were cold, tired and disgusted.

Buddy Holly had had enough of the unheated bus and decided to charter a plane for himself and his guys."

"Aircraft Accident Report
Adopted: September 15, 1959
Released September 23, 1959 Mason City, Iowa
February 3, 1959
Synopsis


A Beech Bonanza, N 3794N, crashed at night approximately 5 miles northwest of the Mason City Municipal Airport, Mason City, Iowa, at approximately 0100, February 3, 1959. The pilot and three passengers were killed and the aircraft was demolished...

"...Charles Hardin, J.P. Richardson, and Richard Valenzuela were members of a group of entertainers appearing in Clear Lake, Iowa, the night of Feb. 2, 1959. The following night they were to appear in Moorhead, Minnesota. Because of bus trouble, which had plagued the group, these three decided to go to Moorhead ahead of the others..."

Aye, go on ahead of the others they did.

Charles Hardin Holly, Taht'll Be the Day, Peggy Sew and Raven.

Here are Peggy Sue and Donna in person. Peggy Sue got into plumbing and Donna became a mortgage broker. Yes, they have children and, yes, one has grand children. Sic transit...

Ritchie Valens, Donnah, La Bambah, (studio instrumental tracks sine vocal track) the full production tape if you really want it; La Bambah, and Come onn, Let's Go.

Mr. J.P. Richardson, Chantillly Lace.

Shots of that Wiinter Dance Party, a flavour of the times.

The report of the crash reveals a sad tale of hubris.

Ue o muite arukoo

I look up when I walk

Namida ga kobore nai yoo ni

So the tears won't fall

Omoidasu haru no hi

Remembering those happy spring days

Hitoribotchi no yoru

But tonight I'm all alone

Ue o muite arukoo

I look up when I walk

Nijinda hoshi o kazoete

Counting the stars with tearful eyes

Omoidasu natsu no hi

Remembering those happy summer days

Hitoribotchi no yoru

But tonight I'm all alone

(The translation is, ahh, convenient not literal. The title Sukiyakii has nothing to do with the song, it just sounded "Japanese" to the d.j.'s of the day.)

Sukiyakii, (Japanese title: I Look up When I Waalk), Kyu Sakamoto. On the 15th of June, 1963, Sakamoto's song displaced Leslie Gore's It's My Partyy and became the number one song in the U.S.

Sakamoto died in the crash of J.A.L. flight 123 on the 12th of August, 1985, along with 520 others. Four people survived. No single crash has killed more passengers. Sakamoto was 43. At an altitude of 24,000 feet at 18:24, a repair in the pressure hull, riveted improperly by Boeing (the fish plate installed was in two parts instead of one) seven years earlier, failed. Only one row of rivets had been taking the load. The repair was to the after pressure bulkhead and when that bulkhead ruptured along the rivet line, the tail structure was explosively "inflated" by the rapidly escaping air from the cabin. Much of the tail of the aircraft was blown off and eventually all hydraulic pressure was lost. For 30 minutes the crew attempted to control the aircraft with throttles, undercarriage and flaps but eventually crashed into Mount Otsuka at 4,780 feet. (An intriguing detail was that the flight crew had not put on oxygen masks at the time of the event even though the altitude had been 18,000 feet.)

The essence of the matter:

http://www.tailstrike.com/120885.htm and http://lessons.air.mmac.faa.gov/l2/JAL123/

A complete transcript:

http://www.airborneaircrafts.com/library_Transcripts_JAL123.htm

Roy Orbison

Crying, service,

Cyring. fall back.

Oh, Pretty Womann

Only the Lolney

Righteous Brothers

Unchanied Melody and then here to listen to the fellows themselves. View a contemporary picture while you listen. This song will bring back memories of the 'sixties as no other.

Gerry and the Pacemkaers.

Plattters. (This one's a bit dreadful! In fact, it is completely dreadful.)

Our generation is not the only one to delight in this music. Unchianed Melody has been recored by everybody but Te Kanawa and Pavarotti, look at this page.

Incroyable ? Non. Elle est en Français aussi. Cliquez ici.

So, ahh, where did that enduring piece of romantic music come from? It could not have been a prison movie, now, could it? Take a look here.

If you are becoming really interested, find chapter and verse (!) here; Charlie Harvey has 722 versions and he's not finished yet! Go to his site, enjoy yourself and then see if you can help him out

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Ok, now groove on the sounds below. There's nigh on an hour's listening here. Shut out the world and live those teenaged years again.

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More Righteous Brothers, You've Lost that Lovin' Feeelin'.

Eric Nelson, Poor Littel Fool.

Tokens, The Lion Sleeeps Tonight (from Grade 11?)

M. Antoine Domino, Ain't taht a Shame , Walking to New Orlaens and Blueberrry Hill.

Ross and Company, Stop inthe Name of Love, I Hear a Symfony, Wear Did Our Love Go?, Come Seee About Me.

Duane Eddy, Rebell Rouser.

Jerry Lee Lewis, Parkinsonism and Great Bawls of Fire

Reverend Mr. Penniman's first sermon, Tutti Fruitti.

Crystals, Daa Doo Ron Ron.

Ronettes, Bee My Baby.

Four Seasons, Sherrry.

Dixie Cups, Chapell of Love.

Les Paul, Mary Ford, How Hiigh the Moon?

Bobby Day, Rockin' Robinn.

Gerry and the Pacemakers, Fairy across the Mersey.

Dionne Warwick, Alfiee? , I Say a Littel Prayer and Do You Know the Weigh to San Jose?

Shangri-Las, Rememeber and Leader ofthe Pack.

Little Eva, Locumotion.

Chiffons, He's so Phine.

Chubby Checker, The Twwist.

Paul Anka, Dianna and Put Your Head on My Sholder.

Sam Cooke, Yoou Send Me.

Dion di Mucci and the Del Satins, Runn around Sue (1961) and Dreamm Lover.

Danny and the Juniors, At the Hopp.

Bobby Vee, Take Good Cair of My Baby.

Neil Sedaka, Calender Girl.

Marvin Gaye I Herd it through the Grape Vine.

Gene Chandler with the able assistance of the Dukays, Duke off Earl.

Bobby Vinton, Bleu Velvet.

Crests, 16 Candels.

Andy Williams, Mooon River.

Fleetwoods, Mr. Bleu.

Teddy Bears, To No Him.

Chords, the first Shbooom, 1954.

Penguines, the early Earth Angle, 1954.

Orioles, Crying inthe Chapel, 1953.

Marcels, Bleu Moon, (1961)

Regents, Barbara Annn, (1961).

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Memories here. Like a little history? Go here. Par Russki? Pravda!

Buy, Buy, Love

Walk Right Bak

Mr. Charles Berry, a memory.

Bill Haley had started off with "The Saddlemen". "The Saddlemen" abandoned cowboy clothing and became "The Comets" at Thanksgiving in 1952. In 1953, Crazy Man, Crazy appeared and was their first hit and maybe the first rock and roll song most of us were exposed to. By the age of 14, Haley had completed his education with grade 8 and gone out to work. He had received his first guitar the previous year and benefited from the musical abilities of both his father and his mother. The latter taught piano.

Haley had been a member of "The Range Drifters", "The Down Homers" and "The Four Aces of Western Swing", a group he himself had founded while employed by a broadcasting station.

What built "The Comets" was not Crazy Man, Crazy but Rock Around the Clock which had done well on its own but when Black Board Jungle appeared, Rock Around The Clock , its theme song, became a sensation. Shake, Rattle and Roll and See You Later, Alligator followed and were huge hits.

Bill Haley made a trip to England in 1957 and was well received but his popularity was already ebbing by that year. By then he was ten years older than his competitors, competitors who had grown up in the rock and roll tradition of which he was one of the founders. Haley finished out his days as a performer on the road working rock and roll revival shows like the one described below. In what must have been the most improbable booking one can imagine, the Comets had had an engagement in Vienna! Bill passed away, with his family around him, in 1981.

Many years after that mid 'fifties perigee, the author had the opportunity of seeing Bill Haley and his Comets; though, in truth; by then they were long cooled meteorites and they numbered not seven but three. The encounter was a sad, poignant experience that lingers vividly in the memory of your classmate.

The Comets were so reduced in circumstances that the gig they had did not even include a stage or even a low plinth. They played on the floor down among the displays in the south west corner of the P.N.E.'s then antiquated, now demolished, Show Mart Building. It was an auto "show". They were surrounded by noisy hawkers in curtained off hole in corner retailers' booths. Crowds of a later age, one in which the Comets were unknowns, streamed past them paying little attention beyond a curious glance or two. In big city street parlance, they had become a "$25 Act".

Bill Haley himself proved to be a man now a little heavy in the face, with thinning and suspiciously blond hair and beset by middle aged spread. He was perspiring profusely under the physical effort of belting out Rock round the Clock. He was searching with hunted eyes the faces of those passing by. The crowd kept passing and passing. His performance had begun yet nobody was stopping. This was the opening set and this number, his very best stuff, but a crowd was not forming. He was hoping that somebody, somebody would stop and form a nucleus for a crowd to gather about.

I looked on in distress from across the crowded aisle. In the gaps between the heads passing back and forth between us, he caught my eye and held it. His face spoke a plea instantly understandable. In common humanity I could do aught but edge forward through the passing bodies to the front of his "stage" and be his "audience" for the remainder of the set. With this example, a few others now stopped. Bill Haley had a "crowd" again.

Sic transit gloria...

Coda: Bill Haley and the Comets in their great days. It's a terrible old film made by a kinescope machine but then...that's how things were "in our day". We were nine and ten years old when this film was made. Another old clip floating around the web. Here's better quality, this from a film camera with film studio lighting. Dig the greatest, "far out and gone", late 'forties jitterbugs.

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