The Much-more-than-swinging Sixties
Flashback Friday's is heading into the Swinging Sixties this week. The Hub and I were talking the other night and, for the life of me I can't remember why, we started talking about a song we remembered from when we were young sprouts called "Winchester Cathedral". Actually we had trouble remembering the title, thinking more along the lines of it being "St. blank blank's Cathedral" but thank goodness for Google Search! Of course when you go to YouTube you end up wandering far from where you started so I'm finding lots of tasty tracks for future posts, but I think I'll concentrate on those that are a bit more on the fun side for this week. Next up is
another tidbit that makes me happy. I have a
plethora of reasons for liking this song...it's got a good beat and I can dance to it (haha, think American Bandstand), Nancy Sinatra has a sexy voice, it has empowering lyrics for us ladies (I can envision myself walking all over some jerk), it has an awesome guitar riff and I just LOVE boots. A song like this has a lot going for it, to me.
another tidbit that makes me happy. I have a
And the last, but not least, tasty morsel for today is the classic "Papa Oom Mow Mow", a piece of musical mayhem that you really just can't help climbing into and becoming part of the fun. And honestly, who can resist joining in the repetitively contagious theme line that runs through the entire song. When you explain it that way it sounds horribly annoying yet upon listening to that throaty "Papa Omm Mow Mow" weaving along through the song, it acts like a kind of crazy glue that not only holds that song together but gives it it's life. Ah, fun!
Oh, that was a gleeful look back on just a sample of the music the 60's had to offer. And I leave you with a bit more levity...zip ahead to minute 2:40. And....smile :)
Oh, that was a gleeful look back on just a sample of the music the 60's had to offer. And I leave you with a bit more levity...zip ahead to minute 2:40. And....smile :)
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