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July 05, 2008

Video for the Day: "Singing the Blues"

Michael Blowhard writes:

Dear Blowhards --

Back in the 1950s, Guy Mitchell (born Albert George Cernik in Detroit, the son of Croatian immigrants) sold millions upon millions of records. My dad -- one Guy's fans -- was especially addicted to the following song, and often filled our house with his own whistling-and-crooning performances of it:

I love the tune itself -- can a song be more catchy? But I really-really love the performance. Guy's one golden-throated dreamboat, of course, but that Croatian heartiness sets him apart from the other popsters of the day.

Small aside: Let me put in a word of appreciation for the skills and the enthusiasm of the silent girl who partners Guy. Who knows what she really thought about her job that day? Hey, one lesson that performers can teach the rest of us: Take whatever the moment offers and turn it into a positive.

Read more about Guy Mitchell here. Here's the Guy Mitchell website.



posted by Michael at July 5, 2008


The hand gesture at the end is priceless.

Posted by: Friedrich von Blowhard on July 5, 2008 12:39 PM

Our tastes differ; I thought that 50s pop music was horrible tripe. At least it forced me to discover jazz. And Bach and the other krauts. Luckily by the time I went to University the Beatles had arrived, so I could bear to go to parties.

Posted by: dearieme on July 5, 2008 4:12 PM

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