<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219</id><updated>2009-11-30T23:51:59.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard of the Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>275</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-5334605823464485465</id><published>2009-11-29T23:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:51:59.412-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irving Berlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1910s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1912'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Pan Alley'/><title type='text'>When I Lost You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SxSdCccavGI/AAAAAAAAHuo/C6oW0zvgBbU/s1600/800px-IrvingBerlinFirstWife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SxSdCccavGI/AAAAAAAAHuo/C6oW0zvgBbU/s320/800px-IrvingBerlinFirstWife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410121717699492962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;By Irving Berlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1912&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly heartbreaking song, and one of the most personal of standards. Berlin wrote it following the typhoid fever death of his wife of five months, a singer named Dorothy Goetz. Berlin himself made the first recording of it, and it soon became his first hit ballad. A simple waltz with bittersweet harmony and diminished seventh chords, it was the only song born so directly of the composer's personal pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the sunshine and roses,&lt;br /&gt;I lost the heavens of blue.&lt;br /&gt;I lost the beautiful rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;I lost the morning dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the angel who gave me&lt;br /&gt;Summer the whole winter through.&lt;br /&gt;I lost the gladness that turned into sadness,&lt;br /&gt;When I lost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;Bing Crosby&lt;br /&gt;Tony Bennett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Jessica+Molaskey/_/When+I+Lost+You"&gt;Jessica Molaskey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maude Maggart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-5334605823464485465?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5334605823464485465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=5334605823464485465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/5334605823464485465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/5334605823464485465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-lost-you.html' title='When I Lost You'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SxSdCccavGI/AAAAAAAAHuo/C6oW0zvgBbU/s72-c/800px-IrvingBerlinFirstWife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-7706618169193987435</id><published>2009-11-24T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:58:06.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz standard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edgar Sampson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1934'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy Razaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><title type='text'>Stompin' at the Savoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwxjzVpcbNI/AAAAAAAAHpg/8Th58TfzWw0/s1600/savoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwxjzVpcbNI/AAAAAAAAHpg/8Th58TfzWw0/s200/savoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407806986200575186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;By Edgar Sampson &amp;amp; Andy Razaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;1934&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jumping jazz standard composed by Sampson, the alto saxophonist for Chick Webb's orchestra. Although Webb recorded it first, Benny Goodman's recording shortly thereafter would be the bigger hit. Although both bandleaders had their names credited to the song, in actuality they did not contribute to its writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savoy, the home of sweet romance,&lt;br /&gt;Savoy, it wins you with a glance,&lt;br /&gt;Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your old form just like a clinging vine,&lt;br /&gt;Your lips so warm and sweet as wine,&lt;br /&gt;Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my heart is singing,&lt;br /&gt;While the band is swinging,&lt;br /&gt;I'm never tired of romping,&lt;br /&gt;And stomping with you at the Savoy.&lt;br /&gt;What joy - a perfect holiday,&lt;br /&gt;Savoy, where we can glide and sway,&lt;br /&gt;Savoy, let me stomp away with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella Fitzgerald &amp;amp; Louis Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;Harry Connick Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Nina Simone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Teddy+Wilson/_/Stompin%27+At+The+Savoy"&gt;Teddy Wilson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michel Legrand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-7706618169193987435?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7706618169193987435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=7706618169193987435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/7706618169193987435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/7706618169193987435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/stompin-at-savoy.html' title='Stompin&apos; at the Savoy'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwxjzVpcbNI/AAAAAAAAHpg/8Th58TfzWw0/s72-c/savoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-1069655598385236132</id><published>2009-11-23T02:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:48:44.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1909'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Madden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Pan Alley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1900s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gus Edwards'/><title type='text'>By the Light of the Silvery Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Swo7QOEF-WI/AAAAAAAAHng/nQHVV-ow664/s1600/moonlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Swo7QOEF-WI/AAAAAAAAHng/nQHVV-ow664/s200/moonlight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407199452450912610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;By Gus Edwards &amp;amp; Edward Madden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turn-of-the-century chestnut that instantly evokes that specific pre-World War I era in America. It was one of several "moon" songs that were popular at the time, and would later become a very nostalgic tune during the 1930s, 1940s and 1950s. It was the title of a 1953 Doris Day musical, and was even sung by Zero Mostel in The Producers. It was introduced in 1909 by Ada Jones (recording in the video below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Place: Park&lt;br /&gt;   Scene: Dark&lt;br /&gt;   Silv'ry Moon is shining through the trees,&lt;br /&gt;   Cast: Two,&lt;br /&gt;   Me, you,&lt;br /&gt;   Sound of kisses floating on the breeze;&lt;br /&gt;   Act one: begun,&lt;br /&gt;   Dialogue "Where would ya like to spoon?"&lt;br /&gt;   My cue: with you,&lt;br /&gt;   Underneath the silv'ry moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the light, of the silvery moon,&lt;br /&gt; I want to spoon,&lt;br /&gt; To my honey I'll croon love's tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Honey moon, keep a-shinin' in June.&lt;br /&gt; Your silv'ry beams will bring love's dreams,&lt;br /&gt; We'll be cuddlin' soon, by the silvery moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doris Day&lt;br /&gt;Gene Vincent&lt;br /&gt;Fats Waller&lt;br /&gt;Julie Andrews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Al+Jolson/_/By+The+Light+Of+The+Silvery+Moon"&gt;Al Jolson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYhG9XvLo2M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYhG9XvLo2M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-1069655598385236132?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1069655598385236132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=1069655598385236132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/1069655598385236132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/1069655598385236132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/by-light-of-silvery-moon.html' title='By the Light of the Silvery Moon'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Swo7QOEF-WI/AAAAAAAAHng/nQHVV-ow664/s72-c/moonlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-4911819874103472553</id><published>2009-11-20T22:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:36:49.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vernon Duke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1934'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thumbs Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><title type='text'>Autumn in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwdeWvyU2OI/AAAAAAAAHlg/zUHJ5Pyc6lA/s1600/Autumn+in+New+York.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwdeWvyU2OI/AAAAAAAAHlg/zUHJ5Pyc6lA/s200/Autumn+in+New+York.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406393622559250658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;By Vernon Duke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1934&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect time to spotlight this sublime piece of popular music, wouldn't you say? Prolific composer Duke wrote it for the Broadway musical Thumbs Up!, in which it was first performed by J. Harold Murray. It would not become a popular standard for singers and musicians, however, until about a decade later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn in New York--&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem so exciting?&lt;br /&gt;Autumn in New York--&lt;br /&gt;It spells the thrill of first-nighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimmering clouds and glimmering crowds&lt;br /&gt;In canyons of steel--&lt;br /&gt;They're making me feel I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's autumn in New York&lt;br /&gt;That brings a promise of new love.&lt;br /&gt;Autumn in New York--&lt;br /&gt;Is often mingled with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamers with empty hands&lt;br /&gt;All sigh for exotic lands.&lt;br /&gt;It's autumn in New York--&lt;br /&gt;It's good to live it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This autumn in New York&lt;br /&gt;Transforms the slums into Mayfair.&lt;br /&gt;Autumn in New York--&lt;br /&gt;You'll need no castles in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers that bless the dark&lt;br /&gt;On benches in Central Park.&lt;br /&gt;It's autumn in New York,&lt;br /&gt;It's good to live it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;Billie Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;Jo Stafford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Charlie+Parker/_/Autumn+in+New+York"&gt;Charlie Parker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-4911819874103472553?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4911819874103472553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=4911819874103472553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/4911819874103472553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/4911819874103472553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/autumn-in-new-york.html' title='Autumn in New York'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwdeWvyU2OI/AAAAAAAAHlg/zUHJ5Pyc6lA/s72-c/Autumn+in+New+York.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-9014646836999932799</id><published>2009-11-19T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:37:09.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1927'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Rodgers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorenz Hart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rodgers and Hart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Connecticut Yankee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1920s'/><title type='text'>Thou Swell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwX_JZlx6WI/AAAAAAAAHi0/-SiL2C7RNAk/s1600/yankrnh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwX_JZlx6WI/AAAAAAAAHi0/-SiL2C7RNAk/s200/yankrnh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406007464681400674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;By Richard Rodgers &amp;amp; Lorenz Hart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;1927&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rodgers &amp;amp; Hart favorite, composed for the stage production of their musical, A Connecticut Yankee. It was first sung on stage by William Gaxton and Constance Carter, the stars of the original version. The clever lyrics are well-known for blending old-style English with 1920s slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou swell! Thou witty!&lt;br /&gt;Thou sweet! Thou grand!&lt;br /&gt;Wouldst kiss me pretty?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldst hold my hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both thine eyes are cute too;&lt;br /&gt;What they do to me.&lt;br /&gt;Hear me holler I choose a Sweet lollapaloosa in thee.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'd feel so rich in a hut for two;&lt;br /&gt;Two rooms and a kitchen I'm sure would do;&lt;br /&gt;Give me just a plot of,&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of land,&lt;br /&gt;And Thou swell! Thou Witty! Thou Grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Vaughan&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Blossom+Dearie/_/Thou+Swell"&gt;Blossom Dearie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Williams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-9014646836999932799?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9014646836999932799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=9014646836999932799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/9014646836999932799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/9014646836999932799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/thou-swell.html' title='Thou Swell'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwX_JZlx6WI/AAAAAAAAHi0/-SiL2C7RNAk/s72-c/yankrnh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-2821500794997429231</id><published>2009-11-18T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:33:54.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fred FIsher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Pan Alley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank Sinatra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaudeville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1922'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1920s'/><title type='text'>Chicago (That Toddlin' Town)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwSP_232jpI/AAAAAAAAHhU/iwLYhj7Ssoc/s1600/state.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwSP_232jpI/AAAAAAAAHhU/iwLYhj7Ssoc/s200/state.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405603779975745170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Fred Fisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1922&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, although this song was published first in 1922, it remained relatively obscure and unperformed for 17 years, until it was reintroduced in the Astaire/Rogers vehicle The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle. When first published, it was popularized locally in the Windy City by vaudeville singer Blossom Seeley. Today one of the great themes of one of America's greatest cities, it received it's most famous recording by &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Frank+Sinatra/_/Chicago"&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;/a&gt; on the soundtrack to the 1957 movie The Joker Is Wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago, Chicago, that toddling town.&lt;br /&gt;Chicago, Chicago, I will show you around.&lt;br /&gt;Bet your bottom dollar you lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago,&lt;br /&gt;The town that Billy Sunday couldn't shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On State Street, that great street, I just want to say,&lt;br /&gt;They do things they don't do on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;They have the time, the time of their life.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man, he danced with his wife,&lt;br /&gt;In Chicago, Chicago my home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Bennett&lt;br /&gt;Count Basie&lt;br /&gt;Al Jolson&lt;br /&gt;Leadbelly&lt;br /&gt;Billy May&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-2821500794997429231?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2821500794997429231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=2821500794997429231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2821500794997429231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2821500794997429231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicago-that-toddlin-town.html' title='Chicago (That Toddlin&apos; Town)'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SwSP_232jpI/AAAAAAAAHhU/iwLYhj7Ssoc/s72-c/state.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-2564238080359412047</id><published>2009-11-15T00:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:11:25.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classically inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1939'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mack David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glenn Miller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andre Kostelanetz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><title type='text'>Moon Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Sv-XLV05NtI/AAAAAAAAHdA/3P5z8GWrWFA/s1600-h/Tchaikovsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Sv-XLV05NtI/AAAAAAAAHdA/3P5z8GWrWFA/s200/Tchaikovsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404204298961237714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;By Mack David &amp;amp; Andre Kostelanetz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was David's very first hit, teaming with future "easy listening" luminary Kostelanetz to adapt Romantic composer Peter Ilyitch Tchaikovsky's fifth symphony (particularly the andante theme). It was introduced by Glenn Miller's orchestra, but remained a popular tune for decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this be moon love,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but moon love?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be gone when the dawn comes stealing through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these just moon dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Grand while the moon beams?&lt;br /&gt;But when the moon fades away, will my dreams come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me love you&lt;br /&gt;If I must pay for your kiss with lonely tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it's not moon love,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's true love.&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be mine when the moon disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Bailey&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;Chet Baker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Glenn+Miller/_/Moon+Love"&gt;Glenn Miller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-2564238080359412047?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2564238080359412047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=2564238080359412047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2564238080359412047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2564238080359412047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon-love.html' title='Moon Love'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Sv-XLV05NtI/AAAAAAAAHdA/3P5z8GWrWFA/s72-c/Tchaikovsky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-2638917502570807028</id><published>2009-11-12T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:04:45.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tommy Dorsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz standard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1940s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank Sinatra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1941'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Adair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Dennis'/><title type='text'>Everything Happens to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvzJGypBiFI/AAAAAAAAHaI/LYxsL79Zc8k/s1600-h/tigerwoods_rain-420x0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvzJGypBiFI/AAAAAAAAHaI/LYxsL79Zc8k/s200/tigerwoods_rain-420x0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403414771447990354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;By Matt Dennis &amp;amp; Thomas Adair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant tune written specifically for the Tommy Dorsey orchestra and Frank Sinatra. Dorsey met Dennis through mutual friend Jo Stafford, then a singer for the bandleader. Dennis met Adair at a nightclub gig and asked the struggling poet to compose the song's cleverly self-deprecating lyric. A songwriting team was born--Dennis &amp;amp; Adair would compose many other future standards, including another Dorsey original "Let's Get Away from It All".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black cats creep across my path&lt;br /&gt;Until I'm almost mad.&lt;br /&gt;I must have roused the devils wrath&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all my luck is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a date for golf – and you can bet your life it rains.&lt;br /&gt;I try to give a party - but the guy upstairs complains.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go through life just catching colds and missing trains;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never miss a thing -  I've had measles and the mumps.&lt;br /&gt;And every time I play my ace  my partner always trumps.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just a fool who never looks before he jumps;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first my heart thought you could break this jinx for me.&lt;br /&gt;That love would turn the trick to end despair.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I just can't fool this head that thinks for me.&lt;br /&gt;I've mortgaged all my castles in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I telegraphed and phoned, sent an Air Mail Special, too;&lt;br /&gt;You answer was goodbye - there was even postage due.&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love just once, and then it had to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never drawn a sweepstake, or a bank night at a show.&lt;br /&gt;I thought perhaps this time I'd won, but Lady Luck said no.&lt;br /&gt;And though it breaks my heart, I'm not surprised to see you go,&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens to me,&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Chet+Baker/_/Everything+Happens+to+Me"&gt;Chet Baker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Woody Herman&lt;br /&gt;Branford Marsalis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-2638917502570807028?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2638917502570807028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=2638917502570807028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2638917502570807028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2638917502570807028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-happens-to-me.html' title='Everything Happens to Me'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvzJGypBiFI/AAAAAAAAHaI/LYxsL79Zc8k/s72-c/tigerwoods_rain-420x0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-4064734832534451328</id><published>2009-11-11T23:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:51:44.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Revel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bing Crosby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Pan Alley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1933'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mack Gordon'/><title type='text'>Did You Ever See a Dream Walking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvuSmR1F-5I/AAAAAAAAHYw/CPVd8vMN_po/s1600-h/A%2BDream%2BWalking%2B%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvuSmR1F-5I/AAAAAAAAHYw/CPVd8vMN_po/s200/A%2BDream%2BWalking%2B%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403073364279819154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Harry Revel &amp;amp; Mack Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1933&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An irresistible charmer written for Bing Crosby, who at the time was the single hugest pop phenomenon to ever hit the nation since the dawn of recorded music. It was so popular that an entire Fleischer Studios Popeye cartoon was themed around it the following year. It was also the closing credits theme for A Nightmare on Elm Street Part 2--a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Something very strange &amp;amp; mystic happened to me.&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Something realistic &amp;amp; as weird as can be.&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Something that I fear is somehow now endeared to me.&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What a funny feeling&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dd &amp;amp; yet so true.&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did a thing like this ever happen to you?&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you ever see a dream walking?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever hear a dream talking? &lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I did.&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you ever have a dream thrill you &lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With "Will you be mine?" &lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, it's so grand, &lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And it's too, too divine!&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you ever see a dream dancing? &lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I did. &lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you a ever see a dream romancing? &lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I did!&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you ever see heaven right in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "I love you, I do!" &lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, the dream that was walking, &lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And the dream that was talking, &lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The heaven in my arms was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy Duchin&lt;br /&gt;Guy Lombardo&lt;br /&gt;Ray Noble&lt;br /&gt;Les Brown&lt;br /&gt;Fats Domino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQeqKbGYp1s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQeqKbGYp1s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-4064734832534451328?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4064734832534451328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=4064734832534451328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/4064734832534451328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/4064734832534451328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-ever-see-dream-walking.html' title='Did You Ever See a Dream Walking?'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvuSmR1F-5I/AAAAAAAAHYw/CPVd8vMN_po/s72-c/A%2BDream%2BWalking%2B%286%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-2308940556055574277</id><published>2009-11-09T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:56:24.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R. Bruce Sievier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1932'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ord Hamilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bow Bells'/><title type='text'>You're Blase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Svi5BPCSqeI/AAAAAAAAHWY/HGe83112ovg/s1600-h/album-like-someone-in-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Svi5BPCSqeI/AAAAAAAAHWY/HGe83112ovg/s200/album-like-someone-in-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402271183898061282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Ord Hamilton &amp;amp; R. Bruce Sievier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1932&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A standard which originates in England and the stage revue known as Bow Bells. It was most famously recorded, however, by Ella Fitzgerald on her landmark album Like Someone in Love (which I happen to own on vinyl). An unusual, jazz-inflected melody makes this one an interesting little standout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're deep just like a chasm&lt;br /&gt;You've no, enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;You're tired and uninsipired.&lt;br /&gt;You're blase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your day is one of leisure&lt;br /&gt;In which you search for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;You're bored when you're adored.&lt;br /&gt;You're blase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reaching for the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And the stars up in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;The simple things of normal life&lt;br /&gt;Are slowly passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sleep, the sun is shining;&lt;br /&gt;You wake, its time for dining.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing new for you to do&lt;br /&gt;You're blase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Vaughan&lt;br /&gt;Coleman Hawkins&lt;br /&gt;Stan Getz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Benny+Goodman/_/You%27re+Blase"&gt;Benny Goodman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Tatum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-2308940556055574277?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2308940556055574277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=2308940556055574277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2308940556055574277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2308940556055574277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-blase.html' title='You&apos;re Blase'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Svi5BPCSqeI/AAAAAAAAHWY/HGe83112ovg/s72-c/album-like-someone-in-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-2082773852449405414</id><published>2009-11-06T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:36:59.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Jolson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.G. De Sylva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1928'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lew Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Singing Fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray Henderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1920s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie musical'/><title type='text'>Sonny Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvR3W4yIXZI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/KI_laAUZj-E/s1600-h/65image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvR3W4yIXZI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/KI_laAUZj-E/s200/65image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401073088207543698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Ray Henderson, Bud De Sylva &amp;amp; Lew Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1928&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sentimental tear-jerker if ever there was one, this is however a fine example of the powerful work of Al Jolson, a titanic entertainer of the early 20th century. Call it sappy, but I find that a measure of the level of maturity one has attained in life can be taken by whether or not one is moved by this song. Jolson himself introduced it in his second talkie, The Singing Fool, and took it to #1 for 12 weeks, selling over a million copies. The cartoon character Bosko also sings it in Warner Bros.' first animated short, The Talk-Ink Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb up on my knee, Sonny Boy,&lt;br /&gt;Though you're only three, Sonny Boy.&lt;br /&gt;You've no way of knowing,&lt;br /&gt;There's no way of showing&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me, Sonny Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are gray skies,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the gray skies,&lt;br /&gt;You make them blue,&lt;br /&gt;Sonny Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends may forsake me,&lt;br /&gt;Let 'em all forsake me,&lt;br /&gt;I still have you,&lt;br /&gt;Sonny Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come from Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;And I know your worth.&lt;br /&gt;You've made a Heaven&lt;br /&gt;For me, here on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm old and gray, dear,&lt;br /&gt;Promise you won't stray, dear,&lt;br /&gt;For I love you so,&lt;br /&gt;Sonny Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[*sniff sniff*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Roselli&lt;br /&gt;Paul Robeson&lt;br /&gt;Sonny Rollins&lt;br /&gt;The Andrews Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Mel Torme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUdAVuHK0eo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUdAVuHK0eo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-2082773852449405414?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2082773852449405414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=2082773852449405414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2082773852449405414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2082773852449405414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonny-boy.html' title='Sonny Boy'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvR3W4yIXZI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/KI_laAUZj-E/s72-c/65image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-2978932184308739906</id><published>2009-11-04T18:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:02:31.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz standard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1940s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Van Heusen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1940'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank Sinatra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Burke'/><title type='text'>Polka Dots and Moonbeams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvIVBzGdFbI/AAAAAAAAHRc/Ux3I4H7A0D0/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvIVBzGdFbI/AAAAAAAAHRc/Ux3I4H7A0D0/s200/0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400402023811978674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Jimmy Van Heusen &amp;amp; Johnny Burke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First recorded by the Tommy Dorsey band, this was actually the first hit record from Dorsey's new boy singer Frank Sinatra. An extremely popular jazz standard, it was covered by just about every big band of the era, and continues to be popular with modern jazz vocalists. A sweet and pleasant standard if ever there was one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#444433;"&gt;A country dance was being held in a garden.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon"&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;All around a pug-nosed dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music started and was I the perplexed one.&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath and said "May I have the next one?"&lt;br /&gt;In my frightened arms, polka dots and moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;Sparkled on a pug-nosed dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were questions in the eyes of other dancers,&lt;br /&gt;As we floated over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;There were questions, but my heart knew all the answers,&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps a few things more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in a cottage built of lilacs and laughter,&lt;br /&gt;I know the meaning of the words "Ever after"&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss the pug-nosed dream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Krall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Bill+Evans/_/Polka+Dots+And+Moonbeams"&gt;Bill Evans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Vaughan&lt;br /&gt;Count Basie&lt;br /&gt;Lester Youn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-2978932184308739906?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2978932184308739906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=2978932184308739906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2978932184308739906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2978932184308739906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/polka-dots-and-moonbeams.html' title='Polka Dots and Moonbeams'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvIVBzGdFbI/AAAAAAAAHRc/Ux3I4H7A0D0/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-93146070191619783</id><published>2009-11-03T15:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:48:36.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1927'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar Hammerstein II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jerome Kern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Show Boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1920s'/><title type='text'>Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvCUOBzOvII/AAAAAAAAHPU/oUZdItNovNE/s1600-h/Showboat1929Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvCUOBzOvII/AAAAAAAAHPU/oUZdItNovNE/s200/Showboat1929Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399978921939614850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Jerome Kern &amp;amp; Oscar Hammerstein II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1927&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heartbreaker if ever there was one, this is probably the most well-known song from the immortal musical Showboat, usually cited as the first modern musical. Kern incorporates blues into his melody, and Hammerstein weaves a melancholy lyric about loving someone who may not necessarily deserve it. In the 1920-40s, it was closely associated with Helen Morgan, who originally introduced it. Some controversy has hovered over the lyric, which does allude to negative African American stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Oh listen sister,&lt;br /&gt; I love my mister man,&lt;br /&gt; And I can't tell you' why.&lt;br /&gt; Dere ain't no reason&lt;br /&gt; Why I should love dat man.&lt;br /&gt; It mus' be sumpin dat de angels done plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De chimney's smokin'&lt;br /&gt; De roof is leakin' in,&lt;br /&gt; But he don't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt; Dere ain't no reason why I should love dat man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish got to swim, birds got to fly,&lt;br /&gt;I got to love one man till I die.&lt;br /&gt;Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me he's lazy, tell me he's slow,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm crazy, (maybe I know).&lt;br /&gt;Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he goes away,&lt;br /&gt;Dat's a rainy day,&lt;br /&gt;And when he comes back dat day is fine,&lt;br /&gt;De sun will shine!&lt;br /&gt;He kin come home as late as can be,&lt;br /&gt;Home without him ain't no home to me,&lt;br /&gt;Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Lena%2520Horne/_/Can%27t%2520Help%2520Lovin%27%2520Dat%2520Man?ac=can%27t%20help%20lovin"&gt;Lena Horne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbra Streisand&lt;br /&gt;Ava Gardner&lt;br /&gt;Maude Maggart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-93146070191619783?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/93146070191619783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=93146070191619783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/93146070191619783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/93146070191619783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/cant-help-lovin-dat-man.html' title='Can&apos;t Help Lovin&apos; Dat Man'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SvCUOBzOvII/AAAAAAAAHPU/oUZdItNovNE/s72-c/Showboat1929Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-5393098681181213503</id><published>2009-11-01T00:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:34:51.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ned Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1932'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bing Crosby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Pan Alley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victor Young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><title type='text'>I Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Su0OWq30KfI/AAAAAAAAHNc/F3Q8eK2drWc/s1600-h/cartoon_ghost203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Su0OWq30KfI/AAAAAAAAHNc/F3Q8eK2drWc/s200/cartoon_ghost203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398987310915398130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Victor Young, Ned Washington &amp;amp; Bing Crosby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1932&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Bing Crosby's signature tunes, introduced and even co-written by Der Bingle. At least 20 major versions of the song would be recorded in the next couple of decades. Although less heard these days, it is a Crosby song that instantly conjures of the time from which it originates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need your love so badly,&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love you oh so madly,&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you.&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought at last I found you,&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But other loves surround you,&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd surrender,&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just for a tender&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt; k&lt;/span&gt;iss or two,&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You might discover&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That I'm the lover&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt; m&lt;/span&gt;eant for you,&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I'd be true.&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But what's the good of scheming,&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know I'm only dreaming.&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you.&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Frank+Sinatra/_/%28I+Don%27t+Stand%29+A+Ghost+of+a+Chance"&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Mel Torme&lt;br /&gt;Stan Getz&lt;br /&gt;Duke Ellington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN from STANDARD OF THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-5393098681181213503?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5393098681181213503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=5393098681181213503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/5393098681181213503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/5393098681181213503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-stand-ghost-of-chance-with-you.html' title='I Don&apos;t Stand a Ghost of a Chance With You'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Su0OWq30KfI/AAAAAAAAHNc/F3Q8eK2drWc/s72-c/cartoon_ghost203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-6299941774449626386</id><published>2009-10-30T18:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:17:59.487-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1908'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Pan Alley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1900s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nora Bayes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Norworth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zeigfeld Follies'/><title type='text'>Shine On, Harvest Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SutkdRiDVII/AAAAAAAAHLc/J8uqPfj-egw/s1600-h/200px-Shine-On-Harvest-Moon-1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SutkdRiDVII/AAAAAAAAHLc/J8uqPfj-egw/s200/200px-Shine-On-Harvest-Moon-1908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398519032418882690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Jack Norworth &amp;amp; Nora Bayes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1908&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An utterly charming tune from the turn of the 20th century, which remained a popular standard for many decades. It was first performed by the composers in the Zeigfeld Follies of 1908. It is one of the songs of that era that was usually performed in something of an ethnic African-American style. It would later be repopularized on the Arthur Godfrey radio program, and I have always adored Laurel &amp;amp; Hardy's beautiful rendition in The Flying Deuces (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The night was mighty dark so you could hardly see,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For the moon refused to shine.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Couple sitting underneath a willow tree,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For love they did pine.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Little maid was kinda 'fraid of darkness&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;So she said, "I guess I'll go."&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Boy began to sigh, looked up at the sky,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And told the moon his little tale of woe...&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Oh, Shine on, shine on, harvest moon&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Up in the sky;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I ain't had no lovin'&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Since January, April, June or July.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Snow time ain't no time to stay&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Outdoors and spoon;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;So shine on, shine on, harvest moon,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For me and my gal.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon Redbone&lt;br /&gt;Coleman Hawkins&lt;br /&gt;Les Brown&lt;br /&gt;Artie Shaw&lt;br /&gt;The Ink Spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/72qZZapTHFo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/72qZZapTHFo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-6299941774449626386?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6299941774449626386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=6299941774449626386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/6299941774449626386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/6299941774449626386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/shine-on-harvest-moon.html' title='Shine On, Harvest Moon'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SutkdRiDVII/AAAAAAAAHLc/J8uqPfj-egw/s72-c/200px-Shine-On-Harvest-Moon-1908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-6773525804710911126</id><published>2009-10-26T20:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:38:22.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-musical movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doris Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1950s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victor Young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1952'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Heyman'/><title type='text'>When I Fall in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SuY_F1o93FI/AAAAAAAAHI0/Un6eQmWeF5o/s1600-h/DorisDayX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SuY_F1o93FI/AAAAAAAAHI0/Un6eQmWeF5o/s200/DorisDayX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397070572980919378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;By Victor Young &amp;amp; Edward Heyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1952&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Robert Mitchum war picture One Minute to Zero yielded this timeless classic, in which Young's melody was included in the score. That same year, Doris Day fully introduced it using Heyman's lyric, and one of the most popular wedding songs of all time was born (my own in-laws used it in 1967!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;It will be forever,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll never fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a restless world like this is,&lt;br /&gt;Love is ended before its begun.&lt;br /&gt;And too many moonlight kisses&lt;br /&gt;Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I give my heart,&lt;br /&gt;It will be completely,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll never give my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too,&lt;br /&gt;Is when I fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Mathis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Nat+King+Cole/_/When+I+Fall+In+Love"&gt;Nat King Cole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Botti&lt;br /&gt;Chet Baker&lt;br /&gt;Tony Bennett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-6773525804710911126?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6773525804710911126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=6773525804710911126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/6773525804710911126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/6773525804710911126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-fall-in-love.html' title='When I Fall in Love'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SuY_F1o93FI/AAAAAAAAHI0/Un6eQmWeF5o/s72-c/DorisDayX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-7225623165517716613</id><published>2009-10-24T02:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T02:12:27.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1926'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irving Berlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1920s'/><title type='text'>Blue Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SuKZQiu_3zI/AAAAAAAAHGE/P1IDD8StF4s/s1600-h/al_jolson_jazz_singer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SuKZQiu_3zI/AAAAAAAAHGE/P1IDD8StF4s/s200/al_jolson_jazz_singer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396043813024161586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;By Irving Berlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;1926&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This classic was written at the last minute by Berlin as an addition to Rodgers' &amp;amp; Hart's musical Betsy, in which it was introduced by Belle Baker. The following year, it became one of the first songs featured in a talkie, when Al Jolson sang it in The Jazz Singer. More than 75 years later, it would even be sung by the character of Data in one of the Star Trek movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blue, just as blue as I could be&lt;br /&gt;Evry day was a cloudy day for me&lt;br /&gt;Then good luck came a-knocking at my door&lt;br /&gt;Skies were gray but theyre not gray anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Do I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluebirds&lt;br /&gt;Singing a song&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but bluebirds&lt;br /&gt;All day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never saw the sun shining so bright&lt;br /&gt;Never saw things going so right&lt;br /&gt;Noticing the days hurrying by&lt;br /&gt;When youre in love, my how they fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue days&lt;br /&gt;All of them gone&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but blue skies&lt;br /&gt;From now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy Garland&lt;br /&gt;Josephine Baker&lt;br /&gt;Bing Crosby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Willie+Nelson/_/Blue+Skies"&gt;Willie Nelson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinah Washington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-7225623165517716613?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7225623165517716613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=7225623165517716613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/7225623165517716613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/7225623165517716613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-skies.html' title='Blue Skies'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SuKZQiu_3zI/AAAAAAAAHGE/P1IDD8StF4s/s72-c/al_jolson_jazz_singer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-3422209880598561685</id><published>2009-10-19T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:03:42.797-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1940s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Rodgers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1940'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorenz Hart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pal Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gene Kelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rodgers and Hart'/><title type='text'>I Could Write a Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StyXLkLUNaI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/6OfvNmByOKo/s1600-h/kelly_paljoey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StyXLkLUNaI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/6OfvNmByOKo/s200/kelly_paljoey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394352678628504994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Richard Rodgers &amp;amp; Lorenz Hart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written for the original stage version of Pal Joey, where it was introduced by Gene Kelly and Leila Ernst. It did not make it into the Frank Sinatra film version, however. It also was used to great effect in the 1997 Woody Allen movie Deconstructing Harry. I was inspired to focus on this song today thanks to a gorgeous rendition by the remarkable Emma Wallace, which can be found &lt;a href="http://iamemmamusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-secret-of-plot-weekly-song.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they asked me, I could write a book&lt;br /&gt;About the way you walk, and whisper,&lt;br /&gt;And look.&lt;br /&gt;I could write a preface&lt;br /&gt;On how we met&lt;br /&gt;That the world will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the simple secret of the plot&lt;br /&gt;Is just to tell them;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Then the world discovers,&lt;br /&gt;As my book ends,&lt;br /&gt;How to make two lovers of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;Harry Connick Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Miles Davis&lt;br /&gt;Ella Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;Mel Torme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-3422209880598561685?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3422209880598561685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=3422209880598561685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/3422209880598561685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/3422209880598561685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-could-write-book.html' title='I Could Write a Book'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StyXLkLUNaI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/6OfvNmByOKo/s72-c/kelly_paljoey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-5995309864032969474</id><published>2009-10-14T15:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:14:54.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz standard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1939'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Mercer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ziggy Elman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benny Goodman'/><title type='text'>And the Angels Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StYh_xLaKrI/AAAAAAAAG78/2zr6xQ6yc_w/s1600-h/goodman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StYh_xLaKrI/AAAAAAAAG78/2zr6xQ6yc_w/s200/goodman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392534983239412402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Ziggy Elman &amp;amp; Johnny Mercer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny Goodman's trumpeter Elman came up with this melody in 1938 as an instrumental for his own band, called "Frailach in Swing". But once Mercer added lyrics to it, it became a massive hot for Goodman's orchestra. Six years later, it became the title song of a movie musical starring Fred MacMurray and Dorothy Lamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet, and the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;The angels sing the sweetest song I ever heard&lt;br /&gt;You speak, and the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;Or am I breathing music into every word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the setting is strange&lt;br /&gt;I can see water and moonlight beaming&lt;br /&gt;Silver waves that break on some undiscovered shore - Then&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I see it all change&lt;br /&gt;Long winter nights with the candles gleaming&lt;br /&gt;Through it all your face that I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile, and the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;And though it's just a gentle murmur at the start&lt;br /&gt;We kiss, and the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;And leave their music ringing in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Glenn+Miller/_/And+the+angels+sing"&gt;Glenn Miller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count Basie&lt;br /&gt;Herb Alpert &amp;amp; Tijuana Brass&lt;br /&gt;Louis Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;Ella Fitzgerald&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-5995309864032969474?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5995309864032969474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=5995309864032969474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/5995309864032969474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/5995309864032969474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-angels-sing.html' title='And the Angels Sing'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StYh_xLaKrI/AAAAAAAAG78/2zr6xQ6yc_w/s72-c/goodman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-8027496321946015406</id><published>2009-10-13T00:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:49:24.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metropolitan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1935'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harold Arlen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.Y. &quot;Yip&quot; Harburg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie musical'/><title type='text'>Last Night When We Were Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StQEOdVa3RI/AAAAAAAAG5M/VgQCxJ6_MIU/s1600-h/HaroldArlen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StQEOdVa3RI/AAAAAAAAG5M/VgQCxJ6_MIU/s200/HaroldArlen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391939300308475154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Harold Arlen &amp;amp; E.Y. Harburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1935&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically written for the singing actor Lawrence Tibbett by Arlen (pictured) and his frequent associate Harburg, it was introduced by Tibbett in the film Metropolitan. Harburg's powerful lyric deals with a couple who fall in love at the wrong time in their lives. Legend has it then when the bombastic Tibbett heard Sinatra's version 20 years later, he exclaimed, "Oooohhh...I see," as if to say, "So that's how it's supposed to be sung!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when we were young&lt;br /&gt;Love was a star, a song unsung&lt;br /&gt;Life was so new, so real so right&lt;br /&gt;Ages ago last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the world is old&lt;br /&gt;You flew away and time grew cold&lt;br /&gt;Where is that star that shone so bright&lt;br /&gt;Ages ago last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       To think that spring had depended&lt;br /&gt;       On merely this: a look, a kiss&lt;br /&gt;       To think that something so splendid&lt;br /&gt;       Could slip away in one little daybreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, let's reminisce&lt;br /&gt;And recollect the sighs and the kisses&lt;br /&gt;The arms that clung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were young last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy Garland&lt;br /&gt;Carly Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tony+Bennett/_/Last+Night+When+We+Were+Young"&gt;Tony Bennett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Vaughan&lt;br /&gt;Tierney Sutton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-8027496321946015406?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8027496321946015406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=8027496321946015406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/8027496321946015406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/8027496321946015406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-night-when-we-were-young.html' title='Last Night When We Were Young'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StQEOdVa3RI/AAAAAAAAG5M/VgQCxJ6_MIU/s72-c/HaroldArlen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-2979545525260239123</id><published>2009-10-11T01:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:17:33.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Warren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanny Brice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mort Dixon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1931'/><title type='text'>I Found a Million-Dollar Baby (In a Five and Ten Cent Store)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StFnuE6B1oI/AAAAAAAAG3c/hHjXi23mnCg/s1600-h/brice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StFnuE6B1oI/AAAAAAAAG3c/hHjXi23mnCg/s200/brice1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391204270227969666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Harry Warren, Mort Dixon &amp;amp; Billy Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1931&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the lyric to this song was originally written to a different melody in 1926, but it was in '31 that Harry Warren took it and adapted it to his melody for the musical Billy Rose's Crazy Quilt, in which it was introduced by the immortal Fanny Brice. I was just today lucky enough to find &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Bing+Crosby/_/I+Found+a+Million+Dollar+Baby"&gt;Bing Crosby's&lt;/a&gt; original 1931 rendition on 78 at a record convention, and I was re-acquainted with how disarming and sweet this song really is. Pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lucky April shower,&lt;br /&gt;It was the most convenient door.&lt;br /&gt;I found a million dollar baby&lt;br /&gt;In a five and ten cent store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain continued for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I hung around for three or four.&lt;br /&gt;Around a million dollar baby&lt;br /&gt;In a five and ten cent store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was selling china&lt;br /&gt;And when she made those eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I kept buying china&lt;br /&gt;Until the crowd got wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should run into a shower,&lt;br /&gt;Just step inside my cottage door,&lt;br /&gt;And meet the million dollar baby&lt;br /&gt;From the five and ten cent store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes along like a popular song,&lt;br /&gt;Any time or anywhere at all.&lt;br /&gt;Rain or sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Spring or fall.&lt;br /&gt;Say, you'll never know when it may say hello&lt;br /&gt;In a very unexpected place.&lt;br /&gt;For example, take my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was selling china,&lt;br /&gt;And when she made those eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I kept buying china&lt;br /&gt;Until the crowd got wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should run into a shower,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, step inside my cottage door.&lt;br /&gt;And meet my million dollar baby&lt;br /&gt;From the five and ten cent store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;Perry Como&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy Gillespie&lt;br /&gt;Benny Goodman&lt;br /&gt;Jack Leonard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-2979545525260239123?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2979545525260239123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=2979545525260239123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2979545525260239123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2979545525260239123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-found-million-dollar-baby-in-five-and.html' title='I Found a Million-Dollar Baby (In a Five and Ten Cent Store)'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/StFnuE6B1oI/AAAAAAAAG3c/hHjXi23mnCg/s72-c/brice1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-540738193862745839</id><published>2009-10-09T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:50:58.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Check Out This Interview with Yours Truly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Ss8_oxvAGLI/AAAAAAAAGzw/D51dLiOeLOQ/s1600-h/cd_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Ss8_oxvAGLI/AAAAAAAAGzw/D51dLiOeLOQ/s320/cd_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390597248763566258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently had the pleasure of being interviewed by the talented and beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/iamemma"&gt;Emma Wallace&lt;/a&gt;, who in addition to being an amazing up-and-coming singer/songwriter/musician in her own right, also maintains her own blog. It isn't often that I get to talk about the standards or Standard of the Day, since I spend so much time promoting my original blog, &lt;a href="http://thevaultofhorror.net/"&gt;The Vault of Horror&lt;/a&gt;. And so I was supremely grateful for the opportunity to talk about a subject that is very near and dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the interview at &lt;a href="http://iamemmamusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/interview-with-brian-solomon-from.html"&gt;Emma's blog here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're at it, check out some of &lt;a href="http://www.iamemma.com/"&gt;Emma's enthralling music&lt;/a&gt;. I just downloaded her new CD myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-540738193862745839?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/540738193862745839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=540738193862745839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/540738193862745839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/540738193862745839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-check-out-this-interview-with.html' title='Please Check Out This Interview with Yours Truly!'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/Ss8_oxvAGLI/AAAAAAAAGzw/D51dLiOeLOQ/s72-c/cd_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-5695336784171264967</id><published>2009-10-07T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:35:20.716-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Creamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1926'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Pan Alley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James P. Johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1920s'/><title type='text'>If I Could Be With You (One Hour Tonight)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SszNK5atoGI/AAAAAAAAGyA/W5kFpsHFtLM/s1600-h/mckinneyscottonpickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SszNK5atoGI/AAAAAAAAGyA/W5kFpsHFtLM/s200/mckinneyscottonpickers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389908441150890082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;By James P. Johnson &amp;amp; Henry Creamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1926&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some songs are just very much of their era, and this is one of them. A festive melody with a melancholy lyrics, this infectious number was introduced by Clarence Williams' Blue Five, with vocalist Eva Taylor. But the 1930 recording by McKinney's Cotton Pickers really popularized it, with the group using it as their theme song. It resurfaced in a big way when Frank Sinatra performed it in his 1957 film The Joker Is Wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be with you, I'd love you strong.&lt;br /&gt;If I could be with you, I'd love you long.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I wouldn't go,&lt;br /&gt;Until I told you honey why I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be with you, one hour tonight,&lt;br /&gt;If I was free to do the things I might,&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you true, I'd be anything but blue.&lt;br /&gt;If I could be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay Starr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Louis+Armstrong/_/If+I+Could+Be+With+You+One+Hour+Tonight"&gt;Louis Armstrong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Bennett&lt;br /&gt;Bing Crosby&lt;br /&gt;Doris Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-5695336784171264967?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5695336784171264967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=5695336784171264967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/5695336784171264967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/5695336784171264967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-could-be-with-you-one-hour-tonight.html' title='If I Could Be With You (One Hour Tonight)'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SszNK5atoGI/AAAAAAAAGyA/W5kFpsHFtLM/s72-c/mckinneyscottonpickers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-2154216926517977797</id><published>2009-10-05T10:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:03:58.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campaign song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Pan Alley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milton Ager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Yellen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1920s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1929'/><title type='text'>Happy Days Are Here Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SsoI6Pw-g0I/AAAAAAAAGvA/KRd-s_XzHbI/s1600-h/fdr-campaigning-1932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SsoI6Pw-g0I/AAAAAAAAGvA/KRd-s_XzHbI/s200/fdr-campaigning-1932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389129700859609922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By Milton Ager &amp;amp; Jack Yellen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1929&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best remembered as FDR's 1932 election campaign song, this tune has come to symbolize peace and prosperity in America. It was introduced by the Leo Reisman orchestra, yet interestingly its most famous interpreter may be Barbra Streisand, who recorded it decades later. It has also been featured in countless films, and was the theme song for comedian Rip Taylor and social satirist Mark Russell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long sad times,&lt;br /&gt;Go long bad times,&lt;br /&gt;We are rid of you at last.&lt;br /&gt;Howdy gay times,&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy gray times,&lt;br /&gt;You are now a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy days are here again,&lt;br /&gt;The skies above are clear again,&lt;br /&gt;So lets sing a song of cheer again.&lt;br /&gt;Happy days are here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether shout it now,&lt;br /&gt;There's no one who can doubt it now,&lt;br /&gt;So let's tell the world about it now,&lt;br /&gt;Happy days are here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cares and troubles are gone.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more from now on,&lt;br /&gt;From now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy days are here again,&lt;br /&gt;The skies above are clear again,&lt;br /&gt;So, lets sing a song of cheer again,&lt;br /&gt;Happy days are here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Guy+Lombardo/_/Happy+Days+Are+Here+Again"&gt;Guy Lombardo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tierney Sutton&lt;br /&gt;George Shearing&lt;br /&gt;Mitch Miller&lt;br /&gt;Ray Brown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-2154216926517977797?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2154216926517977797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=2154216926517977797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2154216926517977797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/2154216926517977797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-days-are-here-again.html' title='Happy Days Are Here Again'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SsoI6Pw-g0I/AAAAAAAAGvA/KRd-s_XzHbI/s72-c/fdr-campaigning-1932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067288802988385219.post-6982641981024251235</id><published>2009-09-30T22:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:39:55.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Gershwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Damsel in Distress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fred Astaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1937'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ira Gershwin'/><title type='text'>A Foggy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SsQU6UCZTPI/AAAAAAAAGpA/0CQ50NZkkK4/s1600-h/Hammershoi+British+Museum+1905-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SsQU6UCZTPI/AAAAAAAAGpA/0CQ50NZkkK4/s200/Hammershoi+British+Museum+1905-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387454046285679858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;By George &amp;amp; Ira Gershwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1937&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly delightful Gershwin treasure, written by the brothers for the film A Damsel in Distress. As with so many Gershwin classics, it was introduced in the movie by the one and only Fred Astaire, a performer whose class and style perfectly matched that of the song itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foggy day,&lt;br /&gt;In London town,&lt;br /&gt;It had me low,&lt;br /&gt;And it had me down.&lt;br /&gt;I viewed the morning&lt;br /&gt;With much alarm.&lt;br /&gt;The british museum&lt;br /&gt;Had lost its charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long, I wondered,&lt;br /&gt;Could this thing last?&lt;br /&gt;But the age of miracles,&lt;br /&gt;It hadn't past.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;I saw you standing right there.&lt;br /&gt;And in foggy London town,&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Recorded By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;Doris Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Sarah+Vaughan/_/A+Foggy+Day"&gt;Sarah Vaughan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy Garland&lt;br /&gt;Charles Mingus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067288802988385219-6982641981024251235?l=standardoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6982641981024251235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067288802988385219&amp;postID=6982641981024251235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/6982641981024251235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067288802988385219/posts/default/6982641981024251235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standardoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/09/foggy-day.html' title='A Foggy Day'/><author><name>B-Sol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717121313061173603</uri><email>brian_r_solomon@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11371583202068529255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UHICy8Etfo/SsQU6UCZTPI/AAAAAAAAGpA/0CQ50NZkkK4/s72-c/Hammershoi+British+Museum+1905-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>