In the mid-70’s I was playing in a Jump Blues/Swing band, and the singer was quite a character. He had a pompadour (in the 70’s?!), wore suits casually, had a 78 collection, and smoked reefer. You know, a "cat". He proposed we do Sinatra’s "That’s Life", and though I had my doubts, it was great. The lingering hippies in the Bay Area looked at us like we were from Mars.
For older guys
On a recent Good Will LP foraging trip, I came across a Perry Como album new still in wrap .
Now, I never cared about Perry as a kid growing up but I had had a very beloved aunt
who adored him, and in her honor bought the album .
Spun it today and ,through the tears for my aunt, I saw why she adored him.
What I took for a sap when I was a kid had changed into a master of what
he did , perfect phrasing and timing , he just made his art, and art it was, seem easy and I was the sap.
Now, I never cared about Perry as a kid growing up but I had had a very beloved aunt
who adored him, and in her honor bought the album .
Spun it today and ,through the tears for my aunt, I saw why she adored him.
What I took for a sap when I was a kid had changed into a master of what
he did , perfect phrasing and timing , he just made his art, and art it was, seem easy and I was the sap.