AMERICA/AMERICANA

CHARLES "CHUCK" BERRY was the original progenitor, king, and master of what we now call Rock & Roll.

" 'Chuck Berry performs live for the German TV-show 'Beat-Club.' " ---The people who filmed this.

"C'est la Vie" (a.k.a. "You Never Can Tell;" a.k.a. "Teenage Wedding.")

Video recording: March 24th, 1972 in Bremen, Germany - ("Beat Club 78")

The best video quality I could find for this version of the video (with the blue starry background transposed in the background) is 480p.
Uploading it to BitChute cut it down to 360p or 240p.

C'est la Vie . . .

******** CHUCK BERRY toured by himself. He hired musicians wherever he went, and expected them to know the chord changes, or they wouldn't get paid. Most of the money went into Chuck's pocket.

The other four musicians are most likely German dudes; members of a regional musicians' union; thrilled that they are playing with one of their musical idols.

That's how the music world worked for many many decades.

It's amazing that this song sounds as good as it does.

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Chuck Berry invented rock & roll, as we think of it: with the guitar as the lead instrument--preceded by the saxophone--preceded by the trumpet.
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This didn't happen out of the clear blue sky . . . but it was what we think of as bedrock rock & roll, with Blues as the base of the thing, and the "1 - 4 - 5" notes of a scale as the framework of a song: This is/was rock & roll.
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A few years before Elvis ('55) there were Chuck Berry and Little Richard, slugging it out, and defining the "sound."
Before them, there were other dudes . . .

CHUCK BERRY: Vocals & Guitar
JIMMY CAMPBELL: Acoustic Guitar
BILLY KINSLEY: Bass
MIKE SNOW: Piano
DAVE HARRISON: Drums

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(Ahh: Teenage Wedding!)

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love le mademoiselle
Now that the young monsieur and madame had rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie," said the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell."

They furnished off an apartment with a Sears & Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale (she couldn't cook!)
But when Pierre found work, the little money came in worked out well
"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell."

Had a hi-fi phono, WOW, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little EP's, all rock & rhythm & jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music sorta fell (for various reasons . . .) ; )
"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell."

They bought a souped-up Mercedes; it was a cherry red '53
Drove it down to New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle
"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell!"

Don't let 'em fool you: AMERICA is dripping with CULTURE . . . HISTORY . . . DECENCY . . . Tolerance and Opportunity.

SCOTT JOPLIN was black, of course. He wrote some of the world's most fun/beautiful music.

1909.

(And, of course, not all American Whites hated all American Blacks, and vice versa.)

(And, of course, SCOTT JOPLIN was an American.
A piano-composing black American.
Why he gave this tune the above title, I don't know. Nobody really knew.
"Solace?" Sure. Everybody knows what solace is.

The rest of the title? That's Scott's thing.)

Don't let the leftists fool you.

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AMERICAN Music.

Pre-Beatles; pre-Rock; post-Beatnik; a little post-'55-Rock & Roll . . .
Kick-ass American music . . .

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(So, why don't you folks listen, now, to the GREATEST of our Grand Ol' Opry* stars:
The Texas Troubadour: ERNEST TUBB, with one of his old favorites: "Drivin' Nails in My Coffin.")

ERNEST?

All right; here we go . . .

My SWEETHEART has gone, and I'm so lonely
She said that she and I were through;
So I started up drinkin' for pastime;
Drivin' nails in my coffin over YOU.

I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin
Every time I drink a bottle of booze;
I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin
Lordy, drivin' those nails over you.

Aw, here's LEON, man . . .

All right . . .

Now, ever since the day that we parted
I've been so sad and so blue;
I'm always thinkin' of you, LOVE
And I just can't quit drinkin' that ol' booze.

I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin
Every time I drink a bottle of booze;
I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin
Lordy, drivin' those nails over you.

Aw, . . . Here's BUDDY EMMONS* . . .

Now, YOU turned me down,
You don't want me;
There's nothing--now--I can lose;
I'm just drivin' those nails in my coffin;
And worrying, my darling, over YOU.

I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin
Every time I drink a bottle of booze;
I'm just drivin' nails in my coffin
Lordy, drivin' those nails over you.

HEY! YA!

{Thank you, boys; thank you, Tommy . . .}

That's FANTASTIC!

That goes way back to 1944: Remember?

Yes, it sure did . . .

That's goin' a long ways back, in't it? . . .

That's when you were a teen-ager, wasn't it, Ernest?

Ya, 'bout like Tinker Tubb . . . Ernest, Jr. sittin' over there . . .

We intended to get to, uh, Ernest, Jr. (little tinker) to come in and visit with us today, but I don't believe scale's* big enough for him here . . .

No, he said the scale was a little low . . . So he's not gonna work like that . . .

You really did that song fine, Ernest;
In fact, uh, I don't know if many can sing 'em like that . . .

Thank you, Tommy.

Drivin' nails in my coffin . . . You know what?

It was LOUD, anyhow . . .

Yes, it was . . .

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* -------- NOTE: "OPRY" = "The Grand Ol' Opry", which was a radio program/theater stage that started in 1925 in Nashville, Tennessee, and was the #1 top place for country musicians to play and be seen--from '25 until the '90s . . . although it is still going strong today.

* -------- NOTE: "OPRY" is a play off of the word, "OPERA."
(If you don't know what the word "opera" is/means, welp . . . look it up, as our betters used to say . . .)

* -------- NOTE: "SCALE" = "SCALE PAY" = The MONEY paid to "talent" to appear on TV/FILM/THEATER/RADIO: based on one's relative entertainment importance within a given production/performance. --------

* ******* NOTE: When BUDDY EMMONS is playing that horizontal-looking guitar thing . . . that's a "PEDAL STEEL GUITAR."
There are foot-pedals that he is messing with--with his feet.
('Tis harder than it looks . . .) ********

{{{{{{{{{I like to include lyrics (& stuff; reference points) for those who are inquisitive, and for those whose first language isn't English.
May we all smile a little more in Life, and tolerate each other.}}}}}}}}

~~~ "I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens, who---reading newspapers---live and die in the belief that They have known something of what has been passing in the world in their time." ---THOMAS JEFFERSON; 1807

~~~ "Every man has the right to utter what he thinks TRUTH, and every other man has the right to knock him down for It. Martyrdom is the Test." ---SAMUEL JOHNSON; 1780

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The EVOLUTION of AMERICAN Music: In 1941 (JUST before WWII), the sound of the day was SWING TIME; BIG BAND MUSIC. {14 years before Rock & Roll/Chuck Berry/Elvis. 22 years before the Beatles. 25 years before Rock. 37 years before Metal. . . . 40 years after Rag-Time. 22 years after the Jazz Age.}

This is incredibly intricate, as I'm sure you can tell.
It takes practice and discipline.

TURN IT UP AS LOUD AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.

(Yes, Blacks had key spots and featured, highly-paid things to do in America; they shed a tear for their country.
RACISM comes from LEFTIST weirdos; GLOBALIST freaks; selfishness. Lazy complainers.
AMERICA is (was) the least racist/bigoted/hateful country in history.)

{Now, it's DOG SHIT.}

MILLER accidentally died during WWII. Probably: An airplane accident.

GLENN MILLER is the "leader of the band."
The main trombonist . . .
The orchestrator and the orchestra leader . . .
The man who paid the bills and signed the pay-checks.

"Chatanooga Choo Choo . . .
Run it down again.

Let's go! . . . 1, 2, . . ." ---GLENN MILLER

Mr. Romney Wordsworth: LIBRARIAN! Offense and Charge: OBSOLESCENCE!

The State is in total control. Books are banned. Independent speech and thought is punished with erasure/murder. The INDIVIDUAL has no say.
(Sound familiar? This is SIXTY YEARS old, and we are only getting worse, as a nation, and a world.
I guess that's been the plan all along . . .)

ROD SERLING wrote this one, and it is a literary classic. It stands up as written prose, before the cameras ever start rolling:

SERLING's OPEN: "You walk into this room at your own risk---because it leads to the future: not a future that WILL be, but one that MIGHT be.
This is not a NEW world; it is simply an extension of what began in the OLD one. It has patterned itself after every dictator who has ever planted the ripping imprint of a boot on the pages of history since the beginning of Time.
It has refinements, technological advances, and a more sophisticated approach to the destruction of human freedom.
But like every one of the Super-States that preceded it, it has one iron rule: LOGIC is an enemy and TRUTH is a menace.

This is Mr. Romney Wordsworth, in his last forty-eight hours on Earth.
He's a citizen of the State, but will soon have to be eliminated, because he's built out of flesh, and because he has a mind.
Mr. Romney Wordsworth---who will draw his last breaths---in The Twilight Zone."

SERLING's CLOSE: "The chancellor---the LATE chancellor---was only partly correct.
He WAS obsolete. But so is the State: the entity he worshiped.
Any state; any entity; any ideology that fails to recognize the worth, the dignity, the rights of Man: THAT State is obsolete.
A case to be filed under "M" for "Mankind" . . . in The Twilight Zone."

The mighty BURGESS MEREDITH plays the title role; the great powerhouse FRITZ WEAVER plays The Chancellor.
Great actors meet great writing meets great direction, photography/camera angles & set construction. Classic.
First aired on June 2, 1961. (Buy the original. Don't sue me. I'm just advertising greatness and TRUTH.)

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~~~ "I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens, who---reading newspapers---live and die in the belief that They have known something of what has been passing in the world in their time." ---THOMAS JEFFERSON; 1807

~~~ "Every man has the right to utter what he thinks TRUTH, and every other man has the right to knock him down for It. Martyrdom is the Test." ---SAMUEL JOHNSON; 1780

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WILLIAM CLAUDE DUKENFIELD: The MASTER.

January 29, 1880: Darby, Pennsylvania ~ UNTIL ~ December 25, 1946: Pasadena, California.

No politics.
Just 3 hours of happy mindless humorous slapstick comedy and diversion.

Fun.

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~~~ "I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens, who---reading newspapers---live and die in the belief that They have known something of what has been passing in the world in their time." ---THOMAS JEFFERSON; 1807

~~~ "Every man has the right to utter what he thinks TRUTH, and every other man has the right to knock him down for It. Martyrdom is the Test." ---SAMUEL JOHNSON; 1780

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CHRISTOPHER PARKENING grew up in Brentwood, CA in the '50s.

He was spotted by ANDRES SEGOVIA, and recorded for Angel Records in the mid/late '60s.

He likes Jesus, guitar, Montana, and fishing.
The rest is history, as they say . . .

AMERICA.

By Americans.
FOR Americans! For those who WANT to be here.
If you don't like the concept of America: get the hell out.
Go; somewhere else. You must have better things to do than remake/destroy my country.
Get your ugly visage the fuck off of my territory.

Don't hate America because our "leaders" are dog shit.
We know they are. They're total dog shit: just like in every country that's ever existed since the beginning of recorded history.

Politicians are not our leaders. Americans are us: WE, the PEOPLE.
We live here. We were born here. We grew up here. We have no power, and our Constitution is dead, but we don't want to disappear, thank you very much.
We don't want our land to die.

C'mon & lend a hand, or don't come here in the first place . . . looking for hand-outs & gimmes; welfare & gibs.

And don't come here looking to game the system by making millions off of government contracts, living in gated communities in Calabasas & Bel Air & Washington, never using the English language in public, & giving me shit in line at the local coffee shop, shit-for-brains.

If you wanna be HERE: Awesome!
If not: leave.
Get your foreign-allegiance gated-community non-assimilating government-welfare-sucking scowling non-trying ass the hell outta here.

That's rude behavior.

FIFE & DRUM:
"During the Civil War, there were three musical instruments that were a part of the battlefield, and others used in camp. Some regiments had full bands for use in parades and as entertainment away from the battlefield.

[The instruments: fife, drum, & bugle.]

The fife was an old instrument, basically a flute with a limited range of notes, and useful on the battlefield because it was pitched so high that its sound carried over many of the sounds of battle. By the time of the Civil War, the larger battles made more noise, and so the fife was being rendered obsolete for its original purpose, but was still used on marches.

Due to the demands of both training and lung power, buglers and fife players were normally grown men, but tradition held that a drummer could be a younger boy. By law, a drummer in the U.S. army had to be at least thirteen years old. Some were younger, including the famous Johnny Clem, who became the inspiration for a Disney film, The Drummer Boy of Shiloh. Local veteran John McDonald lied about his age, and joined his regiment at the age of twelve.

Thus, drummers were typically five or more years younger than the men around them in battle, at least at the start of the war. Thus, they were often the youngest veterans of their regiments, if they survived. In some cases, they were also the youngest casualties and were exposed to the horrors of war when their peers at home were not yet in high school.

Of the veterans who came to Pasadena, [California; (just northeast of downtown Los Angeles); in the decades following the Civil War] quite a few were musicians during the war. In the 1890s, some of the members of the Godfrey Post of the Grand Army of the Republic said “let’s put the band back together” and formed a fife and drum unit for parades. For the next thirty years they marched or rode in events. In fact, they mostly marched until the late 1920s, when they finally had to admit to themselves that they were all in their late seventies or older, and that marching in parades while playing instruments had become a little strenuous.

In the 1927 Rose Parade, though, there were still several active members of the group.

John McDonald (110th Pennsylvania), J. C. Lawrence (86th New York), W. H. Mershon (30th Indiana), O. C. Stevens (17th Illinois Cavalry) and W. I. Howard (1st New York Light Artillery) all played the drums as they rode along the parade route. M. P. Winterburn (33rd Ohio Infantry), S. M. French (12th Iowa Infantry), and George W. Wolf (14th Illinois Cavalry) all played the fife on the float.

They continued to play at events into the 1930s, at Memorial Day and other ceremonies. Their largest surviving drum is part of the museum’s permanent collection." ---Nick Smith; writing for the Pasadena Museum of History; 2015

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~~~ "I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens, who---reading newspapers---live and die in the belief that They have known something of what has been passing in the world in their time." ---THOMAS JEFFERSON; 1807

~~~ "Every man has the right to utter what he thinks TRUTH, and every other man has the right to knock him down for It. Martyrdom is the Test." ---SAMUEL JOHNSON; 1780

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VINCE GUARALDI. (Trio.)
"Vince" is always short for "Vincent."
Victorious. Victory. Invincible.

This is the Peanuts theme song . . .

Turn it up.
(Sometimes you gotta tear up for your music.)

I'd start using a "video converter" and save mp4's (videos) to usb thumb-drive sticks.
Here's some links:
-- BitChute to mp4: https://onlinevideoconverter.party/convert-bitchute-video-to-mp4/
-- YouTube to mp4: https://youtube-video.download/en1/
-- mp3 (audio) to mp4: https://www.freeconvert.com/mp3-to-mp4
-- Periscope to mp4: https://onlinevideoconverter.party/download-periscope-video-to-mp4/
-- Twitter to mp4: https://www.savetweetvid.com/
-- A "meme" generator: https://meme-generator.com/

(All of this information is going to be scrubbed, eventually:
Either by those of us who post this stuff, but then have to take it down for fear of losing our abilities to shop for food, bank, work . . . or when they shut down sites like BitChute that do not comply with THE NEW WORLD ORDER of things . . .)

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CHICAGO - Beginnings
Recorded Live: 7/21/1970 - Tanglewood - Lenox, Massachusetts: U.S.A.

When MEN played their own instruments, and they and their managers/agents/labels/lawyers/hangers-on, and assorted shady characters fought it out for the MONEY; day by day.

Gig by gig.

These weren't soy-boys.

(This is a tune about how the emotions of early love could SOUND.
The lyrics are second. The music/sound is first.
The SOUND of music is what was talked about, back then . . . from the beginning of recorded history, up until egomaniacs took over our reality. Believe it or not, SOUND was the most important concept, with regard to music.

Now, it's moronic egos.)

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When I'm with you
It doesn't matter where we are;
Or what we're doin':
I'm with you, that's all that matters

Time passes much too quickly
When we're together laughing;
I wish I could sing it to you, oh no
How I wish I could sing it to you

Woah oh woah woah woah woah
Woah oh woah woah woah woah . . .

Mostly, I'm silent
Silent
Even though I just hold your hand . . .

But, when I kiss you
I feel a thousand different feelings;
The color of chills
All over my body . . .

And when I feel them
I quickly try to decide
Which one I should try to
Put into words
Did you ever
Try to put it into words?!

Woah oh woah woah woah woah
Woah oh woah woah woah woah . . .

Mostly, I'm silent
Silent
(C'mon, man . . .)

Silent.

Only the beginning
Of what I want to feel forever

Only the beginning
Only the beginning.
It's only the beginning . . .
It's only the just the START . . .

. . .

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PERSONNEL/Dudes/Players:

ROBERT LAMM: Keyboards; lead vocals
TERRY KATH: Guitar; vocals
PETER CETERA: Bass; vocals
JAMES PANKOW: Trombone
LEE LOUGHNANE: Trumpet
WALTER PARAZAIDER: Saxaphone; percussion
DANIEL SERAPHINE: Drums

Rock.

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A man selling ice cream;
Singing Italian songs . . .

Listen, children; All is not lost;
All is not lost;
All is not lost . . .

(Forty days
In the park?)

[Work in progress.]

Good playing.

Turn it up as loud as humanly possible,
And thank the Lord that you ain't at work.

R.I.P., E.V.H.

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--- DAVID LEE ROTH: Vocals
--- MICHAEL ANTHONY: Bass; backing vocals: the high notes
--- ALEX VAN HALEN: Drums
--- EDDIE VAN HALEN: Guitars; backing vocals

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We was broke and hungry on a summer day;
They sent the sheriff down to try 'n drive us away.

We was sittin' ducks for the police man;
They found a dirty-faced kid in a garbage can . . .

Ooooh

And I'm alone--I'm on the highway--
Hoo Yah: DEAD OR ALIVE!
(Dead or alive.)

Broken down & dirty; dressed in rags . . .
Uh, from the day my momma told me, "Boy, You pack your bags."

[They] sent the mayor down in his pick-up truck;
The jury looked at me, say, "Out of luck."

And I'm alone--I'm on the highway--
Hoo Yah: DEAD OR ALIVE!
(Dead or alive.)

ALL RIGHT!

NOW, I WAS BROKEN, DOWN & DIRTY: DRESSED IN RAGS!!!
Uh, from the day my momma told me, "Boy, you pack your bags."

Ya, we was sittin' ducks for the police man;
They found a dirty-faced kid in a garbage can . . .

Baby, yah . . . yah . . .

Babe, I'm alone, yah . . . --I'm on the highway--
Hoo Yah: DEAD OR ALIVE!
(Dead or alive.)

WHOAH!

I'm gone!

Ooh, yah! . . . Whoah! . . .

ALL RIGHT!

Babe, I'm on the road! . . .

Yah . . . Yah . . .

I'm a spark on the horizon! . . .

OW!

AH, LUH LUH LUH LUH LUH LUH!!!

AH, LUH LUH LUH LUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is no such thing as "white privilege."
It's just privilege: of any color.

Cultural Marxists are full of shit.
They are tools; puppets; whores of the Big Boys.
The leaders are all HIGHLY paid; they have retirement accounts; they hate you.

Be proud of your abilities, not your skin.

(I can't believe we have to reinvent the wheel like this.
100 years of good race relations: GONE! POOF!
Thanks, you freaks; you Social Justice Warriors;
You B.L.M. and AntiFa goons; you useful idiots; you heads full of shit . . .)

A tale about a dude in Vietnam . . . in the Vietnam War . . .

(The blonde guitarist's Dad might be that one dude . . .)

(Turn it up as loud as humanly possible . . . when you're in the mood . . .)

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~~~ "I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens, who---reading newspapers---live and die in the belief that They have known something of what has been passing in the world in their time." ---THOMAS JEFFERSON; 1807

~~~ "Every man has the right to utter what he thinks TRUTH, and every other man has the right to knock him down for It. Martyrdom is the Test." ---SAMUEL JOHNSON; 1780

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Good Music.
AMERICAN music.

A medley of "On the Sunny Side of the Street" & "Exactly Like You."
New Orleans style . . .

*** LOUIS PRIMA: Trumpet; Vocals
*** SAM BUTERA: Saxophone
*** KEELY SMITH: Backing Vocals

*** [Editing Work in progress] ***

"The Wildest Show At Lake Tahoe"

℗ 1957 Capitol Records, LLC

Released on: 1957-11-01

Associated Performer, Trumpet, Vocals: Louis Prima
Associated Performer, Vocals: Keely Smith
Associated Performer, Saxophone, Background Vocalist: Sam Butera
Associated Performer, Background Vocalist, Trombone: Jimmy "Little Red" Blount
Associated Performer, Background Vocalist, Bass (vocal): Antony Liuzza
Associated Performer, Drums: Bobby Morris
Associated Performer, Piano: Willie McCumber
Producer: Voyle Gilmore
Composer Lyricist: Jimmy McHugh
Composer Lyricist: Dorothy Fields

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~~~ "I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens, who---reading newspapers---live and die in the belief that They have known something of what has been passing in the world in their time." ---THOMAS JEFFERSON; 1807

~~~ "Every man has the right to utter what he thinks TRUTH, and every other man has the right to knock him down for It. Martyrdom is the Test." ---SAMUEL JOHNSON; 1780

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The BLUES. Happy Blues.
TWO HOURS of blues that gets rid of your blues.
THAT's the BLUES.
A universal feeling/experience.
Man or woman.

ROCK came from somewhere . . .

It started around the time of Ragtime: the turn of the last century . . .
Vaudeville was in full swing by then.

It progressed into the Jazz Age, which started about 1917; the end of WW I.

Then Jazz morphed into the Big Band Era: Swing Music.
The Big Bands took over, and everyone kept dancing and bopping.
The teenagers thought they were in control of new music, but it was really the adults.

As usual.

Then Glen Miller took the "Big Band" into a new fresh direction.
(ca. the late '30s; 1940.)

THEN CAME WW II. . . .

[Work in progress.
Men at work.]

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~~~ "I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens, who---reading newspapers---live and die in the belief that They have known something of what has been passing in the world in their time." ---THOMAS JEFFERSON; 1807

~~~ "Every man has the right to utter what he thinks TRUTH, and every other man has the right to knock him down for It. Martyrdom is the Test." ---SAMUEL JOHNSON; 1780

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This is a beautiful, clear, crisp, awe-inspiring medley of "Dixieland," "Glory, Glory Hallelujah," and "Hush, Little Baby . . .," performed at the peak of ELVIS's vocal capabilities.

Pulled off LIVE. (No second chances.)

Nice on a Sunday morning, or any time one needs inspirado, and a break from the destruction of our country, our culture, our morals and ethics, . . . and to get some peace.

(This one always makes me mist up a little bit; or a lot.)
Turn it up. Way up.
Turn it up as loud as human possible . . .

"Elvis Presley made television and entertainment history with his Elvis, Aloha from Hawaii concert, performed at the Honolulu International Center Arena on January 14, 1973. It was beamed live via Globecam Satellite to various countries, on a delayed basis to approximately thirty European countries and it first aired in America that April 4th on NBC in edited form. The American broadcast version included four "insert" songs that were shot just after the concert. In all, the concert was seen in over forty countries by close to 1.5 billion people, a global ratings smash. Never before had one performer held the world's
attention in such a way.

Aloha from Hawaii presents Elvis Presley at the pinnacle of his superstardom, giving one of the most outstanding concert performances of his career." --- From the CrapTube channel of ELVIS PRESLEY

******** The CrapTube channel of ELVIS PRESLEY: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCW6G95TBLCh5SdC-DHDSf5w ********

Lyrics:

Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
For in Dixieland, I was born
Early Lord one frosty morning
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
You know your daddy's bound to die
But all my trials Lord, will soon be over
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on

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~~~ "Every man has the right to utter what he thinks TRUTH, and every other man has the right to knock him down for It. Martyrdom is the Test." ---SAMUEL JOHNSON; 1780

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They were a breath of fresh air at a Rock & Roll time that needed IT, even though they were from the fay side of the tracks.
Atlantaish, Georgia.

I like this one, for some strange reason.

LADIES AND GERMS, I GIVE YOU: The mighty B FIFTY TWOs!

[Western Civilization didn't come directly from "The Little Mermaid."]
It's ANCIENT.

MYTHOLOGY is an important THING.

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~~~ "I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens, who---reading newspapers---live and die in the belief that They have known something of what has been passing in the world in their time." ---THOMAS JEFFERSON; 1807

~~~ "Every man has the right to utter what he thinks TRUTH, and every other man has the right to knock him down for It. Martyrdom is the Test." ---SAMUEL JOHNSON; 1780

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--------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS ---- (A Sea-Godess's Tale from the Sea) ------------------------------------------------

She cuts her hair,
And calls his name;
Wishin' everything could be the same
Like when she had him.

I'll give you fish;
I'll give you candy;
I'll give you everything I--
I ever had.

Walking out of Corvettes;
Package in her hand;
Motions to all the seabirds;
Throws divinity on the sands . . .

I'll give you fish;
I'll give you candy;
I'll give you everything I have in my hand:

Give me, give back my man!
Give me, give back my man!

Head's in a whirlpool;
Spinning round and round.
If she don't get her man back
She's gonna drown.

I'll give you fish;
I'll give you candy;
I'll give you everything I have in my hand

Give her, give back her man (I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy)
(I'll give you everything I have in my hand) oh oh, whoa oh oh

I'll give you fish (oh)
I'll give you candy (oh whoa oh oh)
I'll give you everything I have in my hand (oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa)

I'll give you fish.
I'll give you candy.
I'll give you everything I have in my hand.

The Saturday Night Beech-Nut Show. August 01, 1959.
A bit of shaky kinescope.
DICK CLARK introduces . . .

One of the most beautiful, piercing, heart-felt, sad, comforting, peacefully haunting melodies ever invented in the minds of man . . .

[This is for entertainment and promotional intentions only. No copyright intended. I do not own the picture, nor the lyrics/song. All rights reserved to their original owner. And if otherwise, the following states:
Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use." (Plus, I like it. I like it a lot.]

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~~~ "I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens, who---reading newspapers---live and die in the belief that They have known something of what has been passing in the world in their time." ---THOMAS JEFFERSON; 1807

~~~ "Every man has the right to utter what he thinks TRUTH, and every other man has the right to knock him down for It. Martyrdom is the Test." ---SAMUEL JOHNSON; 1780

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