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Monday, December 5, 2011

For the commenter with many names

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Jak sie masz! Dude, you are known by more names than The Prince of Darkness. And even if You are He, I'm confident that you will still enjoy what Santa Crutch is about to stuff up your sock.



I think this selection is the absolute cream of Spike Jones. For one thing, I think the arrangement is just simply better than the original by David Rose; the Rose version begins too abruptly, and the first section is too staccato for my taste. The harp intro on this one is an essential touch that I remember from my childhood as we tossed the original Jones 78s around the living room until breaking all but one---this one.

Even though the cowbell in the first bars of the main theme will startle you, the phrasing is more subtle and expressive than in the Rose production. And listen how Jones passes the melody around every coupla beats to a different---but perfectly logical---instrument.

The second section is played surprisingly straight, with melody on whatever kind of bells those are, alternating phrases with brass, and filled with string flourishes. And the third section relies only on comic vocalizations, not Weird-Al type lyrics as Jones so often does in his parodies. It created a riot in the living room every time we played it when the old folks were gone---it's probably why we only have one of those 78s left. This one was on the turntable while we were slinging the others around, driven loony by the laugh chorus.

So, Lucifer, Happy Festivus (or whatever you secular humanists celebrate these days). Or Happy Monday Night, if nothing else. And look on the flip side of the copy of "Drip Drip Drip (Sloppy Lagoon)" you recently acquired; that's actually the B side on my version of Holiday For Strings."

Holiday For Strings, Maestro Spike Jones and His City Slickers (not dated, RCA Victor 20-1733-A, from the 78 rpm album "Musical Depreciation"), embedded for noncommercial critical discussion and educational purposes.

6 comments:

  1. thanks. got so excited during the laugh chorus I slung the little woman's antique porcelain plate through the window. Someone should invent a flexible plastic disc that can be thrown, thereby preserving old plates and clay 78s.

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  2. I'm glad you liked it, but it wasn't for you, you lunchbox! This present is addressed to Uncle Charlemagne Fuller-Bologna, who is a regular Senor Wences, commentwise. Now wait your turn like a good boy!

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  3. Ooooh, are you saying we each get our own? Cool.

    WV: refluck - how the Bears will win any more games this year.

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  4. Yes, madame. You will be jak sie masz-ed.

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  5. As the synonym of said homonym (at least twice removed, hopefully) many thanks. In turn and reply, two words: Snuff Box. OK, more words, British, comedy, black. And, based only on the picture, if the world had 10 million more of the r.h.s. banjo player equally distributed around the globe...the world would be a different place.

    Barry berry bury
    (cough, cough)

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  6. You're welcome, Light-Headed One. I will look for Snuff Box. You might also enjoy the rendition of "Powerhouse" by The Six Philharmonicas presented elsewhere on this site.

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