Showing posts with label 1959. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1959. Show all posts

Monday, October 8, 2007

1959

I've always liked the late 1950s, at least as far as music is concerned. There was the doo-wap, country, early rock 'n' roll, the rockabilly hybrid of country and early rock 'n' roll, and smooth r&b. Not that there was anything wrong with big band and show tunes, but after half a century it was time for something new.
This entry contains tunes glorifying sex and violence, which is less a warning than it is a point of interest because... well, it's 1959.


Ray Charles - "What'd I Say"
Most songs back then were well under three-and-a-half minutes long. This one clocks in at six-and-a-half. Naturally 7-inch records weren't large enough to incorporate the whole thing on one side, so the single was released with "Part 1" on side-A and "Part 2" on side-B. The best part of the song (or at least the most obvious part) is the sassy call-and-response section. I don't know how they got away with it, and songs have been outright banned from radio for far less.


Lloyd Price - "Stagger Lee"
This song has been sung a hundred different ways by a hundred different people, but this version will always be my favorite. Based loosely on an 1895 incident in St. Louis, "Stagger Lee" is about a gambler who lost some money, went home and grabbed a gun, then shot the guy who swindled him. The end! Somehow blatant violence is so much more acceptable when it's in music form (see also: "Mack the Knife")


The Skyliners - "Since I Don't Have You"
A more traditional song from the era (complete with orchestral backing), the vocals here are fantastic. And melodramatically saaaad.
"I don't have fond desires. I don't have happy hours. I don't have anything, since I don't have you."


The Fleetwoods - "Mr. Blue"
The Fleetwoods, which their simple two girls/one guy harmonies, amp up the melancholy even more here. From the lamentingly poetic introduction to the lonely brass to the last broken-hearted notes, this one's a weeper. (And wait, wasn't Mr. Blue the name of a Reservoir Dogs character... who DIES?) The vocals are so butter-smooth, and it's a shame that the floppy-haired madness of the British Invasion effectively ended interest in this kind of music just a few short years later.


Santo & Johnny - "Sleep Walk"
The face of music has changed so much during the latter half of the 20th century. For example, I think I would like to hear more instrumentals on the radio (not composed by Yanni or John Tesh, that is). But at least one thing hasn't changed after fifty years -- "one hit wonders". Although their follow up single "Tear Drop" peaked at #23 on the pop charts in 1959, it's "Sleep Walk" that has survived and maintained familiarity status all these years. As for the song itself, it's amazing how much emotion a steel guitar can convey. Modest Mouse does a lyricized cover of this song on 2000's Building Nothing Out of Something, as do a handful of others.