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The Greatest Love Songs of all Time

How fortunate we are to live in a time when all this can be pulled together into a single post.   You didn’t put a lot of miles on the dance floor with these songs.  You stood still.

To me all these are #1 when I’m listening to them.

Maybe #1.  Pick your own performance:

Nat King Cole – Stardust

Stardust – Hoagy Carmichael – Original Version

Artie Shaw‘s Stardust

Possibly #2:

Jo Stafford – Begin the Beguine

Artie Shaw‘s Begin The Beguine

#3?

Steve Goodman : Would You Like To Learn To Dance (Live 1974)

#4?  For me this one fights for #1.

Leonard Cohen – Take This Waltz

#5?

The Inkspots – If I Didn’t Care

#6 One, or all?

Johnny Mathis – Heavenly (Original Stereo)

Johnny Mathis – Misty

# 7

Moonlight Becomes You

Count Basie

Johnny Mathis

#8

Four Aces – Stranger In Paradise

#9

The Platters – Twilight Time

#10

Vera Lynn – As Time Goes By

#11

Teach Me Tonight – Jo Stafford

12

Eartha Kitt – C’est Si Bon (Live Kaskad 1962) [French]

Eartha Kitt – C´est Si Bon

C’ EST SI BON EARTHA KITT [My favorite version though not live]

13

Julie London – Fly Me To The Moon (1964)

14

Peggy Lee – Fever

15

‘With my eyes wide open I’m dreaming’–Patti Page ‘Quartet’ (1949)

16

Lena Horne – Stormy Weather (1943)

17

Billie Holiday – The Very Thought of You

18

Sarah Vaughn The Nearness of You

19

Glen Campbell & John Hartford – Gentle On My Mind

20

Ray Charles – I Can’t Stop Lovin You

21

Nat King Cole-Unforgettable (On TV)

22

Cyd Charisse (Red Sails In The Sunset)

Patti Page – Red Sails In The Sunset

“Red Sails in the Sunset” Vera Lynn (1935)

23

Roy Fox Orchestra “Harbor Lights” (1937)

The Platters Harbor Lights

HARBOR LIGHTS – SAMMY KAYE

Harbor Lights by Guy Lombardo

24

Led Zeppelin – Whole Lotta Love (Live from How the West Was Won) Part 1
 

25

Something’s Burning-1970 Kenny Rogers and The First Edition

26

Bob Lind “Elusive Butterfly” 1966

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A Strange Way of Thinking

I’ve encountered this other places, but the first time was several years ago from the man in the picture.

Dean Kindsvater.  Deano.  A man who never saw $50,000 free and clear in his sixty-four years of life.  He played the lottery, but he’d scoff when the prizes weren’t in the high millions.  He’d buy tickets for the big jackpots and wouldn’t even check them if nobody won.  “Hell,” he’d say, “those small prizes aren’t even worth the trouble!”

Here’s a guy, never finished high school, left home in his low-teen years, bounced around as a dish washer and short-order cook for years.  Finally got into the HeeChee jewelry manufacturing business in the early `70s.  Bought an old railroad hotel in Belen, NM, ran a team of illegal aliens out of the top floor until someone discovered Heechee  could be made cheaper in Southeast Asia.

Deano rode through, living in one room of the bottom floor of that hotel the remainder of his life.  Windows all boarded up, top floor a vacant ruin of pigeon droppings and the debris of the life of the man.  He opened a junk shop and sold odds and ends and made up the difference moving a little jade on the side.  Lived downstairs with a propane bottle for heat, extension cords running all over the place from the one outlet, keeping the TV going, the microwave oven for coffee, refrigerator for TV dinners. Cold water sink to wash his utensils.

Three mongrel dogs living there with him.

The only book Dean ever read in his entire life convinced him he could make a living playing Blackjack, which he couldn’t.  Visiting him in that hotel the first time, knocking on that door, hearing him coming from the interior coughing, reminded me of a Frankenstein movie, him as Igor.

I was with him once when someone asked him what religion he was.  “Christian.”…. “No… I mean what denomination?  Catholic?  Baptist?”

Deano thought about it before he answered.  “Catholic.”  But the conversation afterward suggested Deano didn’t know the difference between a Catholic and a Baptist.  He’d never stopped to think about it.  To him those churches he never went into were all alike, all the same bunch of folks.  Never entered his mind that it might be something worth thinking about.  Never been in a church in 64 years of life, never paused to wonder anything at all about anything at all, so far as I could tell.  A unique man.

But Deano thought the prizes too small to bother with if the jackpot was just $10 million.  Never even bothered to check if he’d won  the $100K someone had a ticket for in NM, but had never claimed.  He had, in common with a lot of other people, that scorn for the smaller prizes that could have changed his life.  He’d probably be shyly flattered, knowing his picture was up here for strangers to see.  Flattered and a little suspicious.  “How’s this going to make anyone any money?” he’d ask the universe.

RIP Deano.

Hope the prizes are bigger wherever the heck you are these days.

Old Jules