Nostalgic revivals are a double-edged sword. Just as "American
Graffiti" helped us appreciate the 50's, it also brought spawned "Happy
Days" and Sha Na Na - cartoon likenesses of a very real era. The Stray
Cats and Green Day may have been pale imitations of their heroes, but a few
kids went out and bought Gene Vincent and Buzzcocks records because of them.
And that's not a bad thing.
My point is, the "lounge music" fad of the late 90's helped me appreciate
music to which I'd never given a second thought. Hell, you couldn't even buy
Esquivel albums back then, but a whole slew of CD's for swingers soon hit the
market. I learned that unfunky music - i.e. not rock, jazz, country, or soul
- had merit after all. Lounge music, I also learned, was largely a hipster
euphemism for "easy listening," and even that prickly phrase lost
its sting for me. If Tony Bennett and Louis Prima are easy listening (and I'd
argue they aren't), then sell me a one-way ticket to Squaresville and call
me Poindexter.
The crooners and swingers my parents loved had much to proffer to an old rock
and roller like me. They helped me learn that a great song and a heartfelt
performance is a thing of beauty regardless of the volume, and the flawless
technique of Frank Sinatra or Les Paul didn't make their art any less authentic.
So slip on the smoking jacket, pour a martini, and settle in for an easy listen.
Wanna make sweet talk, chicky baby? Drop me a line...
Randy Anthony
Come Fly With Me...
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