It's CHRISTMAAAAS!

For so many generations,  it's great to see Noddy Holder return to the limelight every December. Slade's Number One hit from 1973, Merry Christmas Everbody, is still played relentlessly at joyous festivities throughout the UK, 50 years on. Who would have predicted that? Maybe Bing Crosby? Written by Irving Berlin, White Christmas was recorded by Bing Crosby in 1942, during WWII, and is still in the Christmas charts every year.

The leading contender for the 2023 Christmas Number One in the music charts is  Last Christmas by Wham, from 1984, presumably referring to Christmas 1983 which was 40 years ago and the same year that Little Drummer Boy/Peace on Earth reached No. 3 in the charts, a collaboration by David Bowie with Bing Crosby, six years after it was recorded, just a month before Crosby's unexpected death.

In the 2023 race, the leader is is closely followed by The Pogues with Kirsty McColl's A Fairytale of New York, released 1987. 

These are all great songs which we are happy to sing along to year after year yet, with the exception of Noddy Holder, the people who sang the main lyrics are no longer around. We're so lucky that they left us their voices to listen to every year.

If your favourite isn't listed, put it in thecomments!  

Merry Christmas, Everybody. 

Beebopalula

Review: Last Night in Soho

I wanted to watch the film, Last Night in Soho, ages ago because I like the song (Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Titch, 1960s) and I like the Director (Edgar Wright) plus the cast had some good names (Matt Smith, Diana Rigg and a host of other names) but my favourite character, John, was played by Michael Ajao.

Billed as a psychological horror, the film is about Eloise (another 1960s hit song, featured in the film), a teenage girl who is accepted at a fashion design college in London. A quiet personality, she had little in common with girls she shared halls with so decided to find her own lodgings. Around this time, she began hallucinating about events that happened in the past (taking us back to the 1960s again) which were so real that she became part of that life, skilfully taking the movie into a thriller/horror genre. 

It's too difficult to go into details - you can watch the film if you need to know them - but the nightmare eventually ends and you realise that Ellie isn't going insane but is sensitive to the strong psychic vibes of the 'ghosts' in the room (oh yes, There's a Ghost in my House by R Dean Taylor, 1970s, was also on the playlist, as were: A World Without Love by Peter & Gordon, Don't Throw Your Love Away by the Searchers and Wishin' & Hopin' by Dusty Springfield, to name a few). 

'Nuff said. I think I liked the movie. If it's your cup of tea, give it a go. Here's the trailer:

Nostalgia: Working in the 1970s & 1980s

In 1977, I was learning to write programs using a teletype (a big step from punched cards); I was good at Basic, reasonable at COBOL, not so great at Fortran. I loved working in the I.T. department (tho' it wasn't called that in those days); my colleagues were far better programmers than I was but I was very good at specifying requirements for specific needs of management so I moved into Management Information Systems. This involved specifying the program interface and training staff in using it. Good as it was, a similar opportunity arose in another division of the company which offered much more money plus a company car.

It was around 1982. I got the job, sold my lovely old TR7 (bright yellow) and was supplied with a brand new Ford Sierra (a car that had only just been launched!) 

It was a great job; I had to procure (or specify) software for a number of small business applications (e.g. estate agents) so that the sales people could entice these buyers with our multi-user desktop compter system. I had to prepare marketing materials, write instruction manuals and train the clients (hence the company car).

So - what happened next? IBM took the world a step backwards by launching their single user Personal Computer. The first time the acronym 'PC' was used in this context. And the company I worked for decided to relocate. 

Although I'd only been there a year and the company provided me with a car, a daily commute further south and across the Thames was too far to contemplate. They offered assistance for me to move house but I liked where I lived and didn't want to move 60 miles south-east. As luck would have it, I didn't need to.

I was approached by an ex-colleague who had heard of a new position opening up which he thought I'd be ideal for. Having said I was interested, I was invited for interview by my potential new employers. Of course I said yes but would be going on holiday in a week so could we meet before then? 'No problem' I was told. 'We'll send you the airplane tickets and book you into a hotel for a couple of nights, if that's OK'... 

While I was to be based locally, it turns out that the co-owners wanted to meet me and to show me their working environment before I came on board. So I flew to LAX, stayed overnight at an airport hotel then caught a flight to Las Vegas to meet everyone at a trade show (COMDEX), stayed overnight in Vegas, flew back to LAX then to LHR. I just had time to get home and pack for my holiday, as we were leaving the next day!

Yes, of course I got the job. It was possibly the best job I've ever had. Responsible for product support (mainly COBOL) to existing clients/resellers and marketing to build on the client-base throughout Europe, I loved it! Oh yes, my company car was a VW Scirocco (eventually replaced by a Toyota MR2).

I pretty much had autonomy in Europe and visited the company's selected dealers in France, Belgium, Netherlands, Italy, Spain... plus a couple of trips each year to Head Office in Los Angeles. Wow, I know I was lucky and enjoyed every minute of it. Business increased sufficiently to expand the team so I employed a better programmer for product support (whew!) and a marketing assistant. I also recommended an experienced salesman (an ex-colleague) to sign up larger accounts.

Sadly, good times don't last forever. When the major co-owner died, the company was sold and incorporated by another one, which hadn't a clue how to run the business. Luckily, I was head-hunted by a rival company - but that's another story.

♫ Is She Really Going Out With Him?

One phrase links all ... ♫

The Shangri-las: Leader of the Pack (1965) link includes lyrics

The Damned. Ear defenders required.

Acapella Live version (1983) of Joe Jackson's Is She Really Going Out With Him?

♫ Dancing in the Dark Moonlight collection

Dancing in the Moonlight - Thin Lizzy (1977)
Dancing in the Moonlight - King Harvest (1973) & Top Loader (live)
Dancing in the Moonlight - Men Without Hats (synthetic pop)*
*Warning! Listen only if you need a migraine to pull a 'sickie' tomorrow

Dancing in the Dark (single) - Bruce Springsteen (live, Hyde Park, London, 2012)
'The Boss' is So Cool.

Dancing in the Dark - The Muppets

Recommended Music Blog: soundsandvision

♫ Advertising Jingles

Brutus Jeans (takes me back, my favourites were Falmers) used this song in the mid-70s, really catchy feel-good tune with the words "When I wake up in morning light, I put on my jeans and I feel alright. I pull Brutus Jeans on, I pull my Brutus Jeans on..."

David Dundas subsequently released the full song which reached number 3 in the UK singles chart.



Other memorable advertising jingles (none of which were written by Charlie Harper) included Coca Cola's "I'd like to teach the world to sing" subsequently recorded by the New Seekers, "I'm a secret lemonade drinker" written by and featuring Elvis Costello's dad and, to finish, the brilliant Courage Best ads by Chas n Dave.

♫ Born to Run / Born to be Wild / Born Free / Born too late

Hard to believe that there is only a year between Born Free and Born to be Wild but this was the nineteen-sixties when there was a distinct line between middle-aged convention and an acceptance of youth culture, starting in the '50s with Teddy-boys and Rock-and-Roll and, by the mid-'60s, Mods, Rockers and Flower-Power!

Born to Run Bruce Springsteen 1975

Born to be Wild Steppenwolf 1967/68 (Easy Rider 1969)

Born Free (award winning soundtrack 1966) covers with lyrics

Born too late 1958

Personally, I can't decide whether my favourite is Born to Run or Born to be Wild. Both So Good!

Recommended Music Blog: soundsandvision

beebopalula

Moving on

Sooo... I decided to re-write this blog and edit out some boring bits in an attempt to make it more interesting for people to read but - how to keep it interesting and original? Not a clue, sorry! I'll do my best so here we go.

I'll start with 1974 when I left 'the shelter of a mother' and father to give and receive 'a band of gold' (unlike the Freda Payne song, this has worked out well as we recently celebrated our ruby wedding anniversary). We bought our first home in the outer North London suburbs, a 2-up/2-down Victorian terraced house which had been lived in for years by a pair of spinster sisters.

Thankfully, they had extended the downstairs to include a modern bathroom. When some friends moved into a similar house a few doors down the road, there was just an outside loo and no bathroom! We saw a lot of those friends for a few months, as they popped in frequently with their soap, towels and rubber ducks until their extension was completed.

One weekend, we invited half a dozen friends round for a demolition party and took down the wall between the small lounge and even smaller dining room (properly, with a supported RSJ and everything) and started to strip the wallpaper off the walls - there were thirteen layers, some coated with emulsion and even a layer of gloss paint. The result was appalling and we couldn't afford a plasterer so - typical '70s - we painted the walls with Polytex, a polyurethane mix with lumpy bits in, a liquid anaglypta designed to cover cracks and imperfections, a sort-of instant artex. I know!! Dreadful idea and it gets better... we then painted the walls chocolate brown and bought a chocolate, coffee and cream coloured long shag-pile carpet, true 70s style. Wow!

Believe it or not, a couple of years later, someone actually bought the house and we moved on and up to a '30s style s'emi-detached suburban' home. This had a hideous plain royal blue carpet that showed every piece of dust, dirt, fluff and crumb in the universe. The house had a long, south-facing garden and the sun streamed through the patio doors. We stayed there until, towards the end of the decade, we moved on again.

To be continued...