i will not be so oh oh oh
With all the talk of hammer whacking in the comments to the Flora-bama post, I thought, as a responsible blogger, that I should break in with this cautionary tale:
btw, I’m going to hijack my own post to mention that I started a “fall tour” page to collect gigs like this one in Mississippi in November. I have no clue if there is a Fall tour, if this is the so-called “solo/acoustic tour” or what (and which may not be solo, acoustic or even a tour) But it’s data and needed collection.
categories: meta, music, oddities
tags: Maxwell's Silver Hammer
posted by what at 05:18 pm
I was doing a search for tickets recently and a show comes up for March 28, 2008 at the Pabst Theater in Milwaukee. This is coming up on a couple of ticket broker sites but nowhere else yet. The venue doesn’t show him on their website yet but it looks like a pretty cool place.
Jael, I wonder if that’s a typo in some database. He played that venue March 28, 2007.
I always wanted to welcome in November in Mississippi… on a (checks calendar) Friday night! Yeah, that’s the ticket!
I have to say that I’m shocked (shocked!) that no one’s commenting on this video. Not just that it’s the Beatles. But this was one of Mama What’s favorite songs when I was nothing more than a question mark. I remember us singing it together or her knee (well, we weren’t both on her knee, but you know what I mean). I guess sentimentality is dead. Here’s to you, mom, you’re just so oh oh oh…
(as I think of it, maybe this was just her response to dad’s Caruso collection)
What - I don’t know if it’s a typo in their database - I just thought it was strange. It does say Friday, March 28, 2008 and that date is a Friday next year (but then again maybe their database automatically assigns the day of the week to the date entered?). It will be interesting to see if it does happen.
I’ve never heard that Beatles song before - wow. Mama What sounds like fun if that is what she considers a children’s song! My mother’s Johnny Cash and Carpenters songs pale in comparison. ; p
I used to get in trouble because of the songs I sang with my son (Leaving on a Jet Plane being one, and yes, now that does seem a bit cruel, but it wasn’t like I was angry when I attempted to sing it) he’s 14 now and seems mostly okay. but now I feel much better knowing I wasn’t the only one not singing Barney to my child!
I had a neighbor once who had two sort of “disturbed” little boys. She let the youngest (age 4) walk around with a hammer; and whenever he came into our yard, I called the kids in and sang “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer” song to them.
We had Caruso records (the original, one-sided ones) when I was a child, too, but I was the only one who played them. I would sit in my mother’s bedroom on a rainy day and play them along with other classics (Spring Song) and children’s songs (”Teddy Bears’ Picnic”) on my little kiddy record player.
I favor adagio; but can be lured out of my comfort zone at times.
Well, so much for the Flower Children, and Peace and Love, and all that! As a teacher of young children, we have some favorite Beatle’s songs, like Yellow Submarine and All You Need Is Love. Never this one, strangely enough!
My mom used to sing opera to me. She was especially fond of some arias from La Boheme. She wasn’t that great a singer, just loved opera. I don’t ever remember her singing children’s songs to us. When I was about 11 or 12, and my brothers and sisters were much younger, she would put on Rachmaninoff’s prelude in C# minor, which is about a man who is buried alive. We listened to it in her bedroom at night, in the dark, and it used to scare the shit out of me! She did not do it on purpose, we listened to a lot of other stuff. It’s not like we were “forced” to listen to it.She just wanted to expose us to the power of great art. But that one stayed with me, I’ll tell you!
Thinking back on this, it’s no wonder that all of us decided on cremation as a method of disposal! Forgive my dark humor, it’s just appropriate to my state of mind right now.
Back to the music….
Wow, mama, thanks for the info on that Rach prelude. That’s the last piece of piano music I learned to play as a kid - never realized it was “about” something, but I can hear that in there. It was the last because it was so unbelievably hard that by the time I got so I could play it, I’d exhausted all my interest in playing the piano. My mom never sang kiddie tunes, just pop tunes.
Caveat: I didn’t sing the whole song to the kids, just the catch phrase; I’m actually a pretty protective mother.
I never heard that about Rachmaninoff’s prelude either. I love the concertos.
I knew I recognized those lyrics at first, but it took me a few frames to remember from where…that’s some lullaby! It was always fun trying to remember the lyrics from this song, and from When I’m 64…..where did you find that video?