There once was music like this. I remember hearing it on the radio in the late forties and sometimes in the fifties. I liked it a lot then, I like it even more now. Those voices and lyrics today almost seem to be from some distant, alien culture. From another time, The Inkspots, singing what still is "My Prayer."
Those voices and lyrics today almost seem to be from some distant, alien culture.ReplyDelete
TOO true, that. I'm glad I was born and raised in an era that had this sorta music. I'm also grateful for a Mom who exposed me to the best of it. She's had a lasting impact on me where music's concerned (and it goes without sayin': other stuff, too.).
Good music. I like the black do-wop groups from the late 50's and early 60's as well.ReplyDelete
Ahhhh, the Ink Spots. Don't forget: 1. The Best Things In Life are Free 2.It's s Sin to Tell a Lie 3. I don't want to set the world on fire.ReplyDelete
I'm just supposin' here. But, I suppose I'm the juniorest (okay, I know that's not a word) of commentors in this thread.ReplyDelete
My Mom played the Ink Spots on the console stereo throughout the day while she worked around the house.
Dan, I'd get started with childhood memories of Mom in her housegown, just cheerfully taking care of biz while Dad was out winning bread...always with the stack of albums on the Zenith...but I'd be here all night.
Buck, Scooney, George, Andy,ReplyDelete
Glad you liked this little song by the Inkspots. It would seem that this kind of music is gone forever, lost. That once our generation is gone, this kind of music will be gone too.
But it's not. It's coming back, it and lots of other earlier styles as well. How's that possible you say? Through what channel is this music that would be lost being delivered to today's youth?
My next post will address that and offer some more examples of "lost" music that's being resurrected.