I'm taking a break from blogging.
I appear to have lost my Ghost mojo.
I'll see you I hope on Twitter and Soundcloud and This Is My Jam - and in that chair in the corner of the Snug.
Happy New Year companeros x
I was playing this last week, as you do when the season comes around, and out of curiosity happened to look it and Bobby Hebb up. I'd never thought of it as any more than a sweet soul/pop song, the kind of thing that crops up on 60s summer compilations (that's where I have it): I had no idea it had such dark origins or was rooted in any kind of tragedy.
Turns out that like another lovely 60s pop song, The Beach Boys 'Warmth Of The Sun', it was written in the dark aftermath of President JFK's assassination on November 22nd 1963; worse still for Bobby Hebb personally, in the shadow of his brother's death in a knife fight outside a Nashville nightclub, just a day later on November 23rd.
Hal Hebb had been something of a mentor to his kid brother, and a singer himself with doo-woppers The Marigolds, who had a Top Ten U.S R&B hit in 1955 with “Rollin’ Stone” (Hal sings tenor).
|It says '1952' on the back, so he'll have been 29. Just a couple of years after this.|
My Dad died this morning, sometime between 8 and 9am, in his room, in his care home, eighteen hours or so after Mum's last visit...
"I said to him, 'Do you know who I am?' and he looked at me like I was daft,
'Of course I know who you are'
'Well, who am I then?'
He didn't believe in 'heroes', but he was mine.
We will miss him very much.
[Blog 'closed' for a bit].
|Graham and me (and my toy cat), 1965|