Showing posts with label Ray Stevens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ray Stevens. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 January 2024

Celebrity Jukebox #118: Gary Cooper


As usual, we lost a fair few famous people over the festive period - Tom Wilkinson, Bob Johnson from Steeleye Span, Jacques Delors (the man credited with Maggie's downfall) and Wish You Were Here director Bob Leland, among others - but none of them appeared in any memorable songs... so I'm taking this feature back to basics with another Hollywood legend, High Noon star Gary Cooper.

We'll start today with one for George. It's Genoese singer songwriter Lorenzo Pupeschi, aka...


Piero Antonio Franco de Benedictis was also born in Italy - though he moved to Argentina when he was 3, going on to carve quite a career for himself as a singer songwriter in the Latin American charts...


And what better to follow that than some German "cloud rap"*? (*No idea.)


What do you get when you cross Franz Ferdinand with Sparks? FFS...

He finished up his cola and the waitress thought, "So soon?"
He looked a little bit like Gary Cooper in High Noon
He left to find a movie theatre, it was shuttered down
It seemed like there were lots of things that had been shuttered down


And now some proper 80s air guitar... if you only know Richard Marx from his cheesy ballads, prepare to hate his rockier side too.

He's gonna be a leading man in the Gary Cooper mold
Now working at a pretzel stand, but it's him that's getting sold


Still rocking, Peter Criss was one of the founding members of Kiss. He was fired in 1979 for not having the right make-up*. Then he went solo... I'm guessing the song below might have been aimed at his former bandmates.

I ain't gonna be no whipping boy for you no more
I'm tired of swallowing my pride
I wanna tell you just the way I feel
I got a heart made of steel

I feel like Gary Cooper in the noonday sun
My heart's a loaded .44
I've spent a lifetime burning up inside
You can run but you can't hide

(*I made that bit up, in case Mr. Criss's lawyers are reading.)


Wild Seeds came from Austin, Texas in 1984. File them under "further investigation required"...

It wasn't in an old movie
Or Gary Cooper's face
That sunset blinded me
From that dark place
I must have blacked out
I don't recall the rest
I lost my true love
To the west


Still in Texas, here's Pat Noon, via High Noon...

He walked like Gary Cooper, he dressed like Daniel Boone
He might been a hero in a Willie Nelson tune


Bill Chinnock came from New Jersey, where he played alongside future E Street Band regulars Danny Federici and Vini Lopez in the late 60s. He never made the big time, but he did win an Emmy Award for his song Somewhere In The Night which was used as the theme tune to US soap Search For Tomorrow. 

If I'd heard this song back in the mid 80s, I would have bought it.

You've taken all my heroes
And left me with nothing but late night TV
Gary Cooper and James Dean are all I've left to see


And now for a double act who came 5th in the 1976 Eurovision Song Contest, representing Austria. They also took part in the pre-selection process for the 2004 contest, losing out to a boy band called Tie Break, after which they lodged a formal complaint that Tie Break's entry broke contest rules by being longer than 3 minutes, "clocking in at between 3:09 and 3:11 depending on the stereo used." Their complaint was not upheld.

Did you ever see a movie
Where Erroll Flynn played Robin Hood
Where Gary Cooper played a hero
And where Jane Mansfield was all nude?

Good old HolIywood is dying
Good old HolIywood is crying
Good old HolIywood is dead


From there we go to a classic example of the insecure country singer...

In my mind I'm thinner and I'm taller
Younger too with a little more hair
I saw myself going so much farther

In my mind I'm rugged and I'm charming
The hero who might save the day
Kinda' like a modern Gary Cooper


Don't worry, mate. Self Help For Cynics will be back next week.

Still in the world of country, here's the great Ray Stevens. Bugadeh bugadeh.

He did impressions of Garbo and Gary Cooper
And I tell ya friends, I thought it was super
'Cause for props he grabbed the organ players wig and a deacon's hat


Next up, some Kentish folk, from a band who've been kicking around since Waterloo and Robinson first entered the Contest...

Like a swimmer in the ocean leaves his clothes upon the shore
Like a lover in commotion drops his shoes upon the floor
Like the ghost of Gary Cooper checks his guns in at the door
I leave these songs with you


Winning the prize for best Gary Cooper rhymes are 80s hip hop duo Nice & Smooth...

My name Smooth B, yes I am a trooper
On my private house in letting lord in super
True to myself, won't ever be a snooper
Never try to hard to look like Gary Cooper
When I'm on the mic you surely a prover
If I do steal then call me a hoover


Staying in the 80s, let's hear it for the Dogs D'Amour!

You wanna be like Errol Flynn
Captain Blood was a whore
You wanna be like Gary Cooper
High on a horse
You wanna be like Lon Chaney
Howlin´ at the moon
You wanna be like Baby Glass
Give me a kiss too soon, yeah


There was one song that came up over and over again in my search today, and it was also the song that sent me down this particular rabbit hole in the first place. It was written by Irving Berlin in 1929 - I have to admit, I didn't think it was quite that old, or that Gary Cooper was even on the scene way back then, but it turns out he was an emerging star of the silent movie generation at the time. Which is why good old Irving chose to namecheck him thus...

Dressed up like a million-dollar trouper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come, let's mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umbrellas in their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz

Puttin' On The Ritz has been recorded by all the usual suspects - Bing, Ella, Fred, Judy - as well as some more surprising interpreters...







Arguably the most famous version of the song was released in 1982 by Indonesian-Dutch (by way of Germany) synth-popper Taco. Although it didn't reach the UK Top 40, it was a worldwide one hit wonder. In the USA, it made Irving Berlin, then 95, the oldest living songwriter to ever have a hit in the Billboard Top Ten.


Thursday, 4 April 2019

Radio Songs #59: My Teenage Stalker


As a nice follow on to yesterday's post, here's the tale of my own teenage stalker, torn straight from the pages of my own diary/notebook in August 1991 when I was a naive, confused, never-been-kissed 19 year old...


(In this tale, P is the phone-in presenter at that time; J, a colleague, similar age to me; M, the station manager at that time; L... the "stalker".)

P arrived at work one night last week to find a teenage girl (L) waiting on the doorstep to the station.
She seemed like another average anorak (radio groupie) and when she told him how much she loved his show and gave him a small cuddly toy as a gift, he invited her in for a quick tour of the station...
(Different times. Nobody really thought anything about doing such a thing back then, nobody worried about security or inappropriate allegations, anything like that. It just seemed like a nice thing to do.)
The following Wednesday night, P opened a letter from L saying she'd like to speak on the phone-in. Why she couldn't just ring in with everybody else... well, we probably asked that question... but as it was a quiet night on the switchboard, P told me to give her a call on the number she'd provided. The subsequent conversation proved she had rather an overactive imagination, but no more than a lot of our callers."
The following evening, L called the switchboard. When I answered, she immediately asked me, 'What's your favourite love song?' I waffled and told her I was mostly a Smiths fan - not many love songs. She seemed disappointed - her intention had been to sing it to me down the phone.
(I'd only just got into the Smiths in the early 90s - always late to the cool parties.)
On Friday night I arrived at work around 6.30, intending to do a few hours in the library before the phone-in. I'd been there just a little while when the doorbell rang. The cleaner answered it and then came to tell us she'd let L into the building and she was waiting... for me... in reception. I sent J out to make my excuses and get rid of her, but he soon returned.

"You better go," he said.

I dragged him along with me. Now it was my turn to receive a cuddly toy. I thanked her but told her we weren't allowed to accept gifts from listeners."

"But P did," she argued. Damn you, P!
Eventually, M came and rescued us both with the old "urgent telephone call" routine. We said our goodbyes and showed L to the door.

Two hours later when P arrived for work, she was still there as I opened the shutters to let him into the courtyard.

"You better not call me tonight," she shouted through the rising shutter. ("I wasn't planning on doing," was my instinctive reply.) "I'm sad, you see."

"Oh," I replied. "Why's that?" (Well, you've got to, haven't you?)

"I've just discovered my father's got cancer." At that, she burst into tears and fled the scene. Quite convincing...were it not for the fact there'd been no mention of this two hours earlier. We let her go... what else could we do?
The next day. I was on air, co-hosting the Saturday morning show. We put out a call for contestants for our regular quiz, Outburst... and who should be first on the line but L? Bright, bubbly, laughing and joking... no mention of the previous night's drama. She didn't get on the quiz.

Then immediately after the show, at noon, a call came down from reception. L was waiting for me. I made a quick exit out the back door and caught the bus home, checking over my shoulder the whole way.
That's the last entry in my notebook involving L... I never updated her story and I doubt I'd remember it at all now if it wasn't for what I wrote at the time. It all seems quite innocent now, but at the time I just wasn't prepared to deal with that kind of thing. I've actually had a much scarier "stalker" experience since becoming a teacher, but I'll have to save that for another series of posts, perhaps once I've retired.

This seems an appropriate choice today. You'll understand why if you're a Clint Eastwood fan...



Sunday, 11 November 2018

Saturday Snapshots #58 - The Answers


I've got 99 problems, but solving Saturday Snapshots ain't one of them. U Don't Know all the answers? It's a hard knock life, but here they are...

(A very evenly spread game, with Rigid Digit stealing a win by half a point as of 9pm last night... although #10 and 5 were still to play for at that point.)


10. √2025. Quiet, you tatty old piece of cloth.


45 x 45 = 2025.

Shh, rag!

Shrag - Forty Five 45s

9. Shaky sunlight causes a blur.


Sunlight comes in rays.

Shaky was Shaking Stevens.

Ray Stevens - The Streak

8. Dylan on the slates in America, trying a trick with his yoyo.


Slates go on the roof in the US.

Dylan Thomas (not Bob).

Walking the dog is something you can do with your yoyo.

Rufus Thomas - Walking The Dog

7. The Spectrum sends a card at this difficult time.


A spectrum is a field of colour.

At this difficult time, you might send a card that says Thinking of You.

The Colourfield - Thinking Of You

6. How to remember Joy Division singer's birthday is at the start of the year... bang on 5pm.


Jan is Ian!

5pm is at 17.00.

Janis Ian - At Seventeen

5. After a sneeze, this often comes in disguise down this exact road to heaven or hell.


After a sneeze, you might get a blessing ("Bless you!").

A blessing often comes in disguise.

This was question 5.

Highway to heave / hell.

The Blessing - Highway 5

4. Home on the side of the road.


At the side of the road you will usually find the pavement.

Home on the range.

Pavement - Range Life

3. AKA Cutler LP: not Billy's kind of girl.


AKA Cutler LP is an anagram.

Billy's girl was uptown.

Petula Clark - Downtown

2. Tough love in the underground prison.


An underground prison would be a low nick.

Nick Lowe - Cruel To Be Kind

1. Tim Booth joins Green On Red, thinks about visiting Elvis.


Tim Booth is in James.

If you were seeing Green on Red, you might be colourblind.



Public Service Announcement: Saturday Snapshots will be back next week!

Thursday, 13 September 2018

My Top Ten Burt Reynolds Songs



Time-pressured this week due to the new college year chaos, but I did want to pay tribute to another hero of my childhood who passed last week. Here's ten tunes for Burt...

10. Sammy Kershaw - Cadillac Style

Well, I ain't Burt Reynolds and I ain't Tom Selleck;
I got bills up the pike and my car's an old relic

9. Heatwave - Boogie Nights

Burt's great "comeback" role of the 90s.

8. Gretchen Wilson - Trucker Man

He's got nineteen on the CB
Well they call him the Bandit
Cause he only breaks for the Smokies

7. Ray Stevens - The Cannonball Run

6. Warren Zevon - Sacrificial Lambs

Smokey and the Bandit
And Saddam Hussein
Were staying up late
And acting insane

5. Jerry Reed - Eastbound & Down

4. Don Williams - If Hollywood Don't Need You (Honey I Still Do)

Oh, and if you see Burt Reynolds would you shake his hand for me
And tell ol' Burt I've seen all his movies
Well, I hope you make for big time, I hope your dreams come true
But if Hollywood don't need you, honey, I still do

3. Lee Majors - The Unknown Stuntman

Any excuse to play this!

I might fall from a tall Building, so Burt Reynolds don't get hurt
I might leap a mighty Canyon, so he can kiss and flirt
While that smooth talker's kissing my girl - I'm just kissing dirt
Yes, I'm the lonely stuntman, that made a lover out of Burt

2. Duelling Banjos

Squeal like a pig, boy!

1. Bruce Springsteen - Cadillac Ranch

James Dean in that mercury '49
Junior Johnson runnin' through the woods of Carolina
Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans Am
All gonna meet down at the Cadillac ranch


I wonder if they threw old Burt's body in the back and drove him to the junkyard in his Cadillac?



RIP, Burt.

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