What a Difference a Day Makes….Well Not Always..But…

English: Portrait of Danny Kaye

English: Portrait of Danny Kaye (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cover of "Ginger and Fred"

Cover of Ginger and Fred

I was looking at the picture on my earlier post today and got to thinking more about Foggy Days.

And then I got thinking about the coolest comments from people that when they comment, never ceases to amaze me that they actually take time to ..well..er..comment.

Then I got to thinking about the picture itself and the words to an old song came to mind about..of course…What a Difference a Day Makes.  Now lots of people have sung these lyrics but it is the original I think of first.

Words & Music by Maria Grever & Stanley
Adams
Recorded by Dinah Washington, 1959

Yup BMOYWB (before most of you were born).  Now I need to let you in an age comfirming secret.  Back in ‘the day’ and please don’t try to pin me down to a specific day.  I have had way too many days to zero in on one.  That’s why we old folk say, ‘back in the day’.  Anyway, back in the day, when television was called television not TV (it was an age before giving everything initials) as a very very child I used to watch musicals, usually in black and white, since color had not been invented yet.  I mean every kind of musical ever played, usually with Danny Kaye, Fred and Ginger, Gene Kelly, Rosemary Clooney, et al.  Anyway my point is that I grew up singing, mostly to myself as no one seemed to want to listen and I sang my way through life. Okay mostly out of the public eye.  I thought life was, or at the very least should be a musical.  I sang happy, I sang sad, I sang mad.  If I did not have an actual song to sing, I made it up.  I still do it today but mostly when I am alone.  And I dance and skip – mostly when I am alone.  Okay not always but mostly.

English: Portrait of Rosemary Clooney performing

English: Portrait of Rosemary Clooney performing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Now before I get too side tracked I really wanted to tell you about the little four year old in the picture.  You see in keeping with Big Brother’s instructions, I mean the Ministry of Magic, no..I mean The Ministry of Education he goes to school Tuesday and Thursday and alternate Mondays.

Well September was sorrowful and I sang a lot about 16 Tons and whaddya get that month, and a lot about my head was hangin low, and occassionally the sun will come out tomorrow as this wee fellow decided school was a good idea for others but not for him.  He cried before he left. He cried at school.  I asked him why.  He said..sobbing….I..I …I miss my Mommy.  Or some days he said…sobbing…I miss my f…f….family.  All the books about Llama Llama Misses His Mama did nothing to soothe.

Then a family friend had an idea.  Why not stop by to pick up G2 when she was walking her children to school – the littlest who was the same age as G2?  Well the first morning she showed up that little boy had his coat on, his school bag on, and took off, laughing and playing all  the way.  Now his Mom usually takes him and he meets up with his little friends and there is Joy in Mudville again.

I wondered how he would be walking in the fog today and he was just fine.  And G1 who goes a different route to meet his friends took of alone pushing through peasoupy fog just as brave as can be.

So even though the song, What A Difference A Day Makes, came immediately to mind this evening, I must admit, that very little really changes in a Day, although of course some things can a do, but for little boys, sometimes it takes a month or so. (Of course that could be because his parents don’t have him watching old musicals so he hasn’t quite figured out The Difference a good musical can do for the soul.

And thanks to lyricsmania.com I have an excellent song to start your day with!

Lyrics to What A Difference A Day Makes:

What A Difference A day makes
24 Little hours
From the sun and the flowers

Where there use to be rain.

Gene Kelly dancing with Jerry in Anchors Aweig...

Gene Kelly dancing with Jerry in Anchors Aweigh (1945) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My yesterday was blue dear
today I’m a part of you dear.
My lonely nights are through dear
since you said you were mine.
What a difference a day makes
there’s a rainbow before me.
Skies now blues once were stormy
just before i missed that thrilling.
And don’t know when
you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day makes.
And that difference is you

Hairy Start

HAIR

I woke up to the song ‘Hair’ this morning (Feb. 29, 2012) famously from the musical of the same name and was immediately transported to the Royal Alexandra Theatre in Toronto in December 1969.  I can actually feel the ermine, the butterflies and the tingles plus a bit of a blush.  What, you don’t remember any of that from the show?  Well, let me explain.

In 1969 I was a tiny wee slip of a girl who although a bride of a few months remained pretty virginal in several ways of the world.  Hair has been called The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical written by James Rado and Gerome Ragni and music by Galt MacDermot.  It was quite revolutionary at the time with its clear anti-war, pro-drug, complete integration and freedom of sex message.

Now the ermine was a coat I wore.  My then sister-in-law Lynne had inherited an ermine coat from an aunt.  The aunt was quite short and for her was knee length but on us fit perfectly in the miniskirt fashion of the day.  We dressed up for the Royal Alex (in those days everyone did) and I encouraged her to wear the coat but she could not as her husband forbade her to wear it for fear someone they knew would see her and think they had more money than he let on to the public.  (I never noticed it in him but I guess he was one of those, ‘I’m so poor’ people.  To what end I am not sure) however……  so I wore the treasure and sat watching the show as I stroked the sleeves and thought..hmmm I was meant to wear ermine.

While many of the critics embraced the revolutionary play it was protested by church groups in Indiana where the issue was not the depravity of the message but the nude scene and city authorities suggested the cast wear body stockings.  Many theatres were closed rather than present the musical.  It was given some dignity by the presence of power.  Princess Anne who was eighteen at the time was seen dancing on stage and in Washington Henry Kissinger attended.

Hair has been quoted as being responsible for the end of censorship worldwide.  Much has been written on its social, cultural and legal impact but on that evening it was just two young ladies stepping out in high fashion to enjoy great music and shocking story and scenes.  This was the very first live production for me and of course I purchased the LP (long playing record for those who…uh never mind), and I am sure that to this very day I can sing most of the lyrics.

So when ‘Hair’ rocked me from the sleepy saddle of slumber this morning, for a few moments there, time travel did exist.

She asks me why, I’m just a hairy guy
I’m hairy noon and night, hair that’s a fright
I’m hairy high and low, don’t ask me why, don’t know
It’s not for lack of bread, like the Greatful Dead, darlin’

Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there, hair, shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy

Hair, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow, my hair

Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas, in my hair
A home for fleas, a hive for the buzzing bees
A nest for birds, there ain’t no words
For the beauty, splendor, the wonder of my hair

Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow, my hair

I want long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/h/hair-lyrics/hair-lyrics.html%5D
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka dotted, twisted, beaded, braided
Powered, flowered and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spahettied

Oh say, can you see my eyes if you can
Then my hair’s too short
Down with here, down to there
Down till there, down to where it’s stuck by itself

They’ll be ga-ga at the go-go, when they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond, brilliantined, biblical hair
My hair like Jesus wore it, Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son, why don’t my mother love me?

Hair, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow
My hair, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow
My hair, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow
My hair

(Thanks to Wikipedia.org)

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