April 3, 2011
Of course, the original Candy Mountain had cigarette trees, but I think I prefer lemon drops to cigs.
My mother and father sang these loud with their great car singing voices, regaling us with many songs from the Depression. Hallelujah I'm a Bum, Hallelujah Bum again, Hallelujah give us a handout to revive us again.
Songs of hobos, and bums, and sailors rolling home dead drunk.....by the light of the silvery moon!
My family of seven children were conveniently numbered with the first three coming badda bing badda boom, then a short gap and the surpise redhead in the crackerjacks, another short gap and bing, bang boom me and my two sisters.
Years later I had the 78's transferred to a cassette. Now the cassette languishes in a suitcase somewhere in my garage, if it has not already met an untimely demise.
Why do all these memories come back today? I went to a record collector swap meet today, the first time if I am honest. Scores of Comic Book Guys, and characters.
I picked up some treasures, met some interesting people and here is the song poem from the day's collection:
Some Velvet Morning
Lonely People Do Foolish Things
Look to Your Dreams
She was Poor but She was Honest
My world is cavin' in
What'd I say
What is this thing called Love
Spring can really hang you up the most
On a clear day you can see forever
Everything put together falls apart
Give a damn
I had a dream
I think: therefore I am
Don't say it
I have dreamed
April come she will
The Wonderfulness of you.