Woke up with this tune in my head again this morning… not sure why… but what a great tune. (1948 - when she recorded this was WORLD’S away from today, culturally.)
I remember that Maria Muldaur covered the tune very nicely, but that thought made me wonder if anyone else had done so. To my surprise, Downtown girl, Petula Clark recorded it in 1968, a version that didn’t go anywhere. She is supposed to have said that she “wished she had left the song alone”. Indeed.
Jimmy Buffet was my very first concert at 13 with my big brother and friends at the Boston Music Hall. Growing up in a sailing family, these two songs are dear to both of us, because we are indeed, sons’ of a son of a sailor:
I forgot how big a hit this low budget creation of the early 80s was. This is an earworm if there ever was one.
This video motivated many others to start doing music videos, better. (The catch - they had to spend more than $300 making the video.)
Fun little factoids about this song:
The music was written by the drummer, semi-pornographic lyrics about breaking up with his girlfriend.
Joe Strummer realized that wasn’t going to work, so he re-wrote the lyrics, in large part based on stories of his father’s experience as a diplomat to Iran in the 70s right before the Islamic revolution there.
The drummer got kicked out of the band before the song was released.
The success of this song led to the breakup of the band a few years later - According to Strummer, the success was against everything they stood for, they felt like frauds, lost their edge.
LA Times columnist Robin Wright ripped off the song’s title in her book about US foreign policy in the Middle East.
About 1980 to the mid nineties was the point in my life that I was very deep into discovering the entire world of Classical music, Opera, and still listening to and playing Jazz.
I completely missed most of popular culture during those years (much to my detriment). I’m forever asking, “who is that” about a tune that everyone recognizes. It’s often embarrassing.