Category Archives: Song Blog

43. See me, feel me, touch me, hear me

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I thought that I first heard The Who’s Tommy, on my own, but just recalled that it was my cousin Pam who introduced it to me. I remember sitting in her bedroom listening to the album and crying over poor Tommy’s predicament. Her brother, Jeff, was annoying us by making fun of our tears.

The next time I remember Tommy was when I saw the stage play in London with Tim, George and Candy.

When I met my husband-to-be, he was also a fan of the Who – although not a fan of Tommy so much.

My daughter and I watched the movie on cable a couple of months ago. She loved it so much that we got out our Tommy albums (Dean, the purist, owned the Rock Opera and I’d bought the soundtrack to the film) and listened to them. Clare has since moved on to other music, but the brief interlude where our tastes meshed was sweet.

42. I’m just a kid again, doing what I did again, singing a song

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On the way back from Savannah last Sunday we listened to a rebroadcast of Prairie Home Companion. About half-way through the show a woman with a beautiful voice sang Red, Red Robin. She sang it in almost a melancholy way, much different from the song I’d memorized while listening to my parents Mitch Miller’s Sing-along album back in the 1960’s.

The Red, Red Robin I remember was a lively, cheerful song that would bring me out of the blues when I heard or sang it – which I did often, along with Mitch Miller’s chorus. The album even had the words for me to read and memorize.

I don’t remember much of the Mitch Miller Sing-along on television, but I do seem to remember that the words of the songs being sung were superimposed over the video, and a bouncing ball let the viewer know which word to sing at any given time.

Am I making this up? (A quick visit to Wikipedia tells me I’m not.)

In the car ride, after Ms Dworsky finished singing, my husband, Dean, and I sang it again, the way we remembered – all the way through. The kids said nothing – they were either speechless with embarrassment or just used to our silliness.

Just follow the bouncing ball:

WHEN THE RED ROBIN COMES BOBBIN’ ALONG
(written by Harry Woods )

When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along, along
There’ll be no more sobbin’ when he starts throbbin’ his old sweet song:
Wake up, wake up you sleepy head
Get up, get out of your bed
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red
Live, love, laugh and be happy

What if I were blue, now I’m walking through, walking through the fields of flowers
Rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours
I’m just a kid again doing what I did again, singing a song
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along

When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along
There’ll be no more sobbin’ when he starts throbbin’
There’ll be no more sobbin’ when he starts a throbbin’ his old sweet song
Wake up, wake up you sleepy head
Why don’t you get up, get up, get out of bed, cheer up
Live, love, laugh and be happy

What if I were blue, now I’m walking through fields of flowers
Rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours
I’m just a kid again, doing what I did again, singing a song
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along
Along, along, along, along, along.

The Internet Archive has two mp3 versions:

One by Al Jolson

Another by The Golden Gate Orchestra

41. Show me that you love me too

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I have few vivid memories of my Uncle Don – they are mostly vague feelings of being loved. I remember one Eastertime and he peeled me a colored egg that I think he’d cooked. I didn’t want it because the yolk was greenish. I’m pretty sure he died a couple of months later.

I also remember the Christmas he and Aunt Leila gave me clothes for my brand new Barbie Doll.

What I remember most, however – the one true, good vivid memory I have of my Uncle Don (who gave me his name) was the song, Put Your Head on my Shoulder. I remember him putting the record on his HiFi, scooping me up in his arms and singing softly into my ear as he swayed with the music; and I slowly, and deliciously, drifted off to sleep.

Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms, baby
Squeeze me oh so tight
Show me that you love me too

Until today I had no idea it was recorded by Paul Anka. I didn’t know that Paul Anka was singing in the 60’s. (He was 14 when he had his first hit – wow). I guess I need to show that guy some respect. If ever a song made me feel loved, it’s Put Your Head on my Shoulder.

My Uncle Don died when I was six – a few months before John F. Kennedy was assassinated. After Kennedy died, I pictured Heaven as a grand cafe. Uncle Don was sitting next to John Kennedy at a small table, drinking a beer. As more people I knew left this life, that table in Heaven grew more populated. When I think of it today, I see many familiar faces – all smiling, all chatting, all friends.