Tuesday, January 28, 2020

WKRLEM Tom shows you he has the pipes!



Even in the Midnight Hour!

8 comments:

ampersand said...

Charles Bukowski wrote "Hollywood" about his experience filming "Barfly". It's one of his funniest. One part has him being treated in Las Vegas and going to a show where the star is a barely disguised Tom Jones. Hoo boy! Charlie wasn't a fan.

deborah said...

My mom was a big TJ fan. Didn't really get it, but this song I liked a lot:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_3ghEaGt9s

The Dude said...

I listened to a lot of Wilson Pickett and Otis Redding when I was a callow youth. Didn't really care for Tom Jones in those days, but in retrospect I can see how he achieved popularity.

But of course the best movie with Wicked Wilson Pickett in it is of course "The Commitments", one of the funniest and truest band movies ever made.

MamaM said...

When it comes to Green Grass, Porter does it best. TJ's schmaltz is more than I can bear.

Now that I know what a horn dog he was, it's even worse.

Want to know what was back in his childhood?

At 12 he was diagnosed with tuberculosis. Many years later he said: "I spent two years in bed recovering. It was the worst time of my life." During convalescence he could do little else but listen to music and draw.

Little else to do. They tastefully didn't add the fourth thing that follows the third of fantasizing a lot.

ndspinelli said...

Otis died in a Madison plane crash..into Lake Monona.

The Dude said...

That is a fact, Signor S. I was a senior in high school and I remember hearing that news. He died in December of '67, and in the summer of '67 I was working in Greenwood Mississippi. Otis played a gig in Memphis and two of my coworkers were going to see him perform, they asked me to join them, I didn't, and as was the case with Jimi two years later, that was an opportunity that never was repeated.

ndspinelli said...

We all have regrets, my friend.

The Dude said...

As I told my friend as we were walking our dogs this afternoon, regrets, I have a few, but then again, too few to mention. It was my Francis Albert moment. She got it.