Head still hurts. Back still hurts. Dog stomped on my wedding tackle so that hurts (120lb dog moving at roughly the speed of light means lots of force and energy transferred.)
So, instead, back to Dad’s hi-fidelity music.
Yesterday I was commenting on Anonymous’ comment posted at 2:42AM (probably West Coast Time) about his comment:
So, yeah, I was a pervy little kid, full of raging hormones and such. Eh, I turned out, according to Mrs. Andrew, okay, so…
Apollo 100 was a band put together by Tom Parker with fellow session musicians drummer Clem Cattini, guitarist Vic Flick, guitarist Zed Jenkins, percussionist Jim Lawless, and bassist Brian Odgers, starting in 1970 and ending in 1973. Electronic variations of classical pieces, and their first piece, “Joy,” an interpretation of JS Bach’s “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring” hit the top 40 chart and was included in several movies. It was, sadly, all downhill for the group.
And then, to go strange again, Werner Müller and His Orchestra, was another of Dad’s favorites. Werner was one of the big composers of space age bachelor pad music according to Werner Müller (spaceagepop.com) and from the web page “Who was/is Werner Müller? Well, he contributed numerous albums to London’s Phase Four label, the longest-running of the Space Age Bachelor Pad series. But thanks to London’s standard approach to liner notes, although we know exactly what channelization was used and what other Phase Four records were available, we are left knowing nothing of Werner Müller.” Nice going there, London Records. Jerks
His (and his orchestra’s) version of “Aranjuez Mon Amour” which is part of the Concierto de Aranjuez by Juaquin Rodrigo, always a very soul-stirring piece of Spanish classical music, and Werner does it proud. The piece, played correctly, always has a wistful and somewhat sad sound to it, kind of how I imagine Spain actually is, wistful and somewhat sad.
And, well, just because Bach, JS Bach…
So. Herb Alpert, Apollo 100, Werner and his boys, and others. Dad had eclectic tastes.
See ya.
My parents had a Herb Alpert album with the girl covered in whipped cream and a white blanket (to give the impression it was all cream) on the cover. Boy that sure got my pubescent hormones raging.
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