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DOWN A RABBIT HOLE WITH LINDA KEENE

Sunday, June 7th, 2020

    Well, it’s the first week of June and I haven’t posted a new blahg in almost three months.  Scott Henderson still cool in 2020Where do I begin to explain?  Covid 19.  Those have to be bad words in any language right now and I’m also not a fan of “the new normal”.  I only just returned to work this week.  I’ve been off since mid-March.  I took a week of holidays the second week of March and was in Toronto to see a concert and saw my children and then when I got back the world went to hell in a hand basket or is it a hand bag or an apple cart.  It didn’t matter how we got here but I was off from work for a long time and had no excuse not to write a blahg except that I just couldn’t get motivated.  This is the blahg I had in mind the past couple of months and I hope you enjoy it.  Go to hell on your own Covid 19 and stop dragging us along with you! 

   In a previous blahg at the end of 2019 I mentioned that I took over posting “THIS DATE IN SINATRA HISTORY” for a Yahoo Group I belong to.  The previous moderator had disappeared mysteriously and there had been no new posts for almost six months.  He sent a cryptic email last fall with promises of an update on what had happened to him but then he went silent.  I decided last September to revive the daily posts because I didn’t want to see the Yahoo group die due to inactivity.  So, each day I dig through past posts and corrections to post things related to Frank Sinatra for a particular day.  As it relates to this blahg, here was a radio listing for the entry from April 17:

April 17, 1950 Strictly From Dixie
Henry Levine Orchestra
NBC Blue Network
WJZ
New York City
10:30 – 11:00 p.m.
Monday Evening
Henry Levine Orchestra & Soloists
Martha Lou Harp    blues singer
Guest  Singer: Frank Sinatra
Sinatra on Strictly From Dixie

The previous listing has been slightly incorrect and looked like this:
April 17, 1950 Henry Levine Orchestra
NBC Blue Network
WJZ
New York City
10:30 – 11:00 p.m.
Monday Evening
Henry Levine Orchestra & Soloists
Martha Lou Harp    blues singer
Guest  Singer: Frank Sinatra
I’m a stickler for accuracy and when I saw this listing I had to research it and that’s where I came up with the correct title of the show being “Strictly From Dixie” with Henry Levine and his Orchestra.  I wasn’t able to find a review or a listing for songs performed by Sinatra so if anyone has a copy of this show or a review or knows the songs performed, please let me know. 
   Well, that one listing is what sent me down the proverbial rabbit hole as referenced in the title of this blahg.  When researching Henry Levine and his Orchestra and “Strictly From Dixie” I came across a box set of 78 rpm records  under the title of “Strictly From Dixie”Strictly From Dixie - Henry Levine and his Orchestra with what is now considered an inappropriate cover.  The cover, to the left and which will show a larger version when clicked upon, listed Henry Levine and His Jazz Band and Linda Keene as Soloist.  I was not aware of the Band nor the soloist and unfortunately the album of 78rpm records has never been issued on CD or digital format.  I eventually found a download of the album having been digitized by a collector from the original 78rpm list.  The music was great and this “Linda Keene” soloist was a delight. 
I began to research more about Henry Levine and Linda Keene and discovered that both were part of “NBC’s Chamber Music Society of Lower Basin Street”.  It was a weekly radio jam session of the 1940s, with two house bands backing guest soloists who were the leading exponents of jazz.   Henry Levine was a regular and some of those guest soloists included Lena Horne, Dinah Shore, and Linda Keene.  NBC's Chamber Music Society of Lower Basin Street LPWhen I came across the information about the “Chamber Music Society of Lower Basin Street” I realized that I had a vinyl LP by that title.  I had bought it some time ago at a local Church sale.  Funny the things you remember.  Well, I pulled out my LP and was saddened to find that my copy did not include any vocals by Linda Keene.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great album and the music by Sidney Bechet, Henry Levine, and Paul Laval is excellent as are the vocals by Dinah Shore and Lena Horne.  But where was Linda Keene? 
   I have since discovered that there was a CD issued ofLower Basin Street CD “NBC’s Chamber Music Society of Lower Basin Street” on the ‘Harlequin’ label.  If you look at the image to the left you will see that Linda Keene is included on the CD and there’s even a picture on the bottom right of her.  Linda’s only two tracks on the CD are “Somebody Loves Me” and “Georgia On My Mind” with Henry Levine and his Dixieland Philharmonic.  I later discovered that Levine left NBC’s “Chamber Music Society of Lower Basin Street” and went to a rival network and started “Strictly From Dixie” and that latter program is the only one on which Linda Keene appeared.   The two tracks on the CD were recorded February 2 and February 4, 1942 respectively.  How do I know about those recording dates?  You’ll have to keep reading but first give a listen to those two tracks: 

“Somebody Loves Me”

“Georgia On My Mind”

 
  There is much to be found on the Internet about Dinah Shore and Lena Horne but when it came to Linda Keene I had do a little digging.  I just kept coming across 78rpm listings or that one CD or occasional references to her appearances on “NBC’s Chamber Music Society of Lower Basin Street”.  Eventually I found a reprint of an article from “Doctor Jazz Magazine” out of Holland.  I am not sure of the date of the magazine but here are scans of the article below.  Click on each to get a larger sized image.
Unlucky Woman - The Story Of Linda Keene Page 1

Unlucky Woman - The Story Of Linda Keene Page 2Unlucky Woman - The Story Of Linda Keene Page 3
    Koodos if you read the whole article.  It’s a fine article and included some information about Linda Keene of which I was not aware.  At the end of this article, the following paragraph caught my eye: 

“There is only one Linda Keene CD collection available at this time. This is an unheralded collection of most of Keene’s recordings and soundies called ‘The Velvet Voice of the Forgotten Linda Keene’ produced by Prov. Eves I. Raja for Hunter Music in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada.

I was ecstatic about that paragraph and that this CD existed.  The only problem is I could find no reference for Prov. Eves I. Raja  or for Hunter Music in Hamilton, Ontario.  Also World Records, where you could obtain the CD, went out of business a few years ago.  I was lucky enough to find the CD artwork online for front and back covers: 

Linda Keene CD Front Cover

Linda Keene CD Back Cover
If you click on the images you get a larger image and you can make out all of the tracks and their recording dates.  That’s how I found out the recording dates for “Somebody Loves Me” and “Georgia On My Mind”.  On further research I discovered that almost all of the tracks on the CD had been issued only on 78rpm.  Some tracks showed up on compilation box sets of some of the bands but a few are impossible to hear unless you can find the original 78s or track down the elusive CD “The Velvet Voice Of The Forgotten Linda Keene”. 

   There’s also the words “Soundie” and “Soundies” that show up in the article above and listed on the back of the CD.  Here’s what I found out about “Soundies”: 

“Soundies are three-minute American musical films, produced between 1940 and 1947, each containing a song, dance, and/or band or orchestral number. Produced professionally on 35mm black-and-white film, like theatrical motion pictures, they were printed in the more portable and economical 16mm gauge.

The films were shown in a coin-operated “movie jukebox” called the Panoram, manufactured by the Mills Novelty Company of Chicago. Each Panoram housed a 16mm RCA film projector, with eight Soundies films threaded in an endless-loop arrangement. A system of mirrors flashed the image from the lower half of the cabinet onto a front-facing screen in the top half. Each film cost 10 cents to play, and there was no choice of song; the patron saw whatever film was next in the queue. Panorams could be found in public amusement centers, nightclubs, taverns, restaurants, and factory lounges, and the films were changed weekly. The completed Soundies were generally made available within a few weeks of their filming, by the Soundies Distributing Corporation of America.”

So Linda Keene appeared in three of these early music video “soundies” and the audio tracks from each “soundie” is included on the Linda Keene CD.  Luckily someone posted a video of all three “soundies” on Youtube in one video:

   Gradually, I was able to find most of the audio tracks that were included on the Linda Keene CD as downloads or by ripping the audio from the individual “soundies” into individual audio tracks.  I even found a Linda Keene vocal not included on the CD, “Especially For You” recorded with the Jack Teagarden Orchestra on June 23, 1939, the same day she recorded “You’re The Moment In My Life”.  Give a listen to both of them: 

“Especially For You”

“You’re The Moment In My Life”


I’m not sure why the elusive ones are the four she did with Lennie Hayton but it might be because there hasn’t been a compiled Lennie Hayton box set.  I did find a website, http://www.angelfire.com/music5/tony2003/html/lennie_hayton.htm that suggested someone had compiled the complete commercial recordings of Lennie Hayton from 1937-1940 that included the Linda Keene vocals.  I believe it was only for private circulation because I have found no other reference to this collection. 
As I said, I was able to find almost all of the tracks from the Linda Keene CD.  Almost means that I couldn’t find them all.  In this case, the four missing tracks are the following: 

  1. At The Balalaika — Lennie Hayton Orchestra December 7, 1939

  2. The Starlight Hour — Lennie Hayton Orchestra December 7, 1939

  3. One Cigarette For Two — Lennie Hayton Orchestra February 20, 1943

  4. I Love You Too Much — Lennie Hayton Orchestra February 20, 1943

 

In case you’re wondering, here’s the complete list of recordings by Hayton’s Orchestra from 1937-1940:

Lennie Hayton & His Orchestra 1937-1940

Complete Commercial Recordings: Decca, Varsity & Vocalion

  1. Carelessly (Chas. & Nick Kenny ‑ Norman Ellis). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1248‑A (62144‑A). NY, 4/22/1937. E. Sid Stoneburn, clarinet solo. 3:10
  2. It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane (Edgar Leslie‑Joe Burke). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1248‑B (62145‑A). NY, 4/22/1937.  3:13
  3. The Lady Who Couldn’t Be Kissed (from the Warner Bros. production “The Singing Marine”) (Harry Warren‑Al Dubin). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1268‑B (62146‑A). NY, 4/22/1937.(Seems as if Hayton recorded practically the entire score of “The Singing Marine”, a musical that starred Kenny Baker. I’ve seen it on TCM). 3:05
  4. Night Over Shanghai (from the Warner Bros. production “The Singing Marine”) (Harry Warren‑Johnny Mercer). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1268‑A (62147‑A). NY, 4/22/1937.  3:19
  5. I Know Now (from the Warner Bros. production “The Singing Marine”) (Harry Warren‑Al Dubin). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1267‑A (62148‑A). NY, 4/22/1937.  3:12
  6. You Can’t Run Away From Love Tonight (from the Warner Bros. Production “The Singing Marine”) (Harry Warren‑Al Dubin). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1267‑B (62149‑A). NY, 4/22/1937.  3:03
  7. Gone With the Wind (Allie Wrubel‑Herb Magidson). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1341‑A (62320‑A). NY, 7/1/1937.  3:05
  8. What A Beautiful Beginning (from the 20th Century‑Fox production “Sing And Be Happy”) (Harry Akst‑Sidney Clare). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1341‑B (62321‑A). NY, 7/1/1937.  2:38
  9. Can I Forget You (from the Paramount picture “High, Wide And Handsome”) (Jerome Kern- Oscar Hammerstein II). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1348‑A (62324‑A). NY, 7/1/1937.  3:13
  10. The Folks Who Live On the Hill (from the Paramount picture “High, Wide And Handsome”) (Jerome Kern‑Oscar Hammerstein II). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1348‑B (62325‑B). NY, 7/1/1937.  3:05
  11. That Old Feeling (from the Walter Wanger production “Vogues of 1938”) (Lew Brown‑Sammy Fain). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1354‑A (62326‑A). NY, 7/1/1937. Superb side; solos from Sid Stoneburn‑clarinet, and either Ralph Muzzilo or Red Hymie‑trumpet. E to E+. 2:54
  12. Lovely One (from the Walter Wanger production “Vogues of 1938”) (Manning Sherwin‑Frank Loesser). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1354‑B (62327‑A). NY, 7/1/1937.  3:06
  13. Once In A While (Michael Edwards‑Bud Green). Vocal by Paul Barry. (American) Decca 1443‑A (62582‑A). NY, 9/8/1937.  3:00
  14. Once In A While (Edwards‑Green). Vocal by Paul Barry. (Canadian) Decca 1443‑A (62582‑B). NY, 9/8/1937.  3:02
  15. The Morning After (Dorsey‑Jaffe‑Boland). Vocal by Paul Barry. (American) Decca 1443‑B (62583‑B;). NY, 9/8/1937.  3:01
  16. So Many Memories (Harry Woods). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1437‑B (62584‑A). NY, 9/8/1937. . Sid Stoneburn‑clarinet; ? Ralph Muzzilo‑trumpet. 3:07
  17. Make A Wish (from the Principal Production “Make A Wish”) (Straus‑Alter‑Webster). Vocal by Paul Barry. Decca 1437‑A (62585‑A). NY, 9/8/1937.  2:45
  18. At the Balalaika (from “Balalaika”). Vocal by Linda Keene. Varsity 8125 (US‑1130‑1) NY, c. 12/7/1939.  3:15
  19. The Starlit Hour (Parish‑DeRose). Vocal by Linda Keene. Varsity 8125 (US‑1131‑1; as above). NY, c. 12/7/1939. 2:53
  20. Peg O’ My Heart (Bryan‑Fisher). Varsity 8134 (US‑1132‑2). NY, c. 12/7/1939. Slats Long ‑ clarinet. N-. 3:00
  21. As Long As I Live (Koehler‑Arlen). Varsity 8134 (US‑1133‑2). NY, c. 12/7/1939. N‑. 3:20
  22. AC‑DC Current (Christian‑Hampton‑Goodman). Vocalion 5471 (W‑26540‑A). NY, 2/20/1940. Magnificent side, probably Hayton’s best! Solos throughout. N-. 2:52
  23. I Love You Much Too Much (Olshey‑Raye‑Towber). Vocal by Linda Keene. Vocalion 5421 (W‑26541‑A). NY, 2/20/1940.  3:00
  24. Times Square Scuttle (Hayton). Vocalion 5471 (W‑26542‑A). NY, 2/20/1940. That trumpet sounds like Yank Lawson to me, but wasn’t he still with Crosby at this time??? or not??? N‑. 2:32
  25. One Cigarette For Two (Metzger‑Dougherty‑Ryan). Vocal by Linda Keene. Vocalion 5421 (W‑26543‑A). NY, 2/20/1940.  2:56

The other notes on the page mention Liner notes by John Leifert and all records and transfers by John Leifert.  I have found some online information about John Leifert but my attempts to contact him have failed.  If anyone has the four tracks by Linda Keene with Lennie Hayton or has a copy of this CD or a better way for me to contact John Leifert, please let me know.  As a side note, Lennie Hayton was married to Lena Horne from 1947 until his death in 1971.  That’s right, the same Lena Horne that appeared along with Dinah Shore and Linda Keene during the run of “NBC’s Chamber Music Society of Lower Basin Street”.  Small world! 

   I was going to end my blahg about Linda Keene at this point but yesterday I found another undocumented Linda Keene vocal.  Linda Keene 78

This was a listing on Ebay of an “Audition 78” of Linda Keene singing “Muddy Waters”.  I don’t know anything more about this 78 nor the song “Muddy Waters”.  The price on the auction is $60 Canadian plus another $25 for shipping and import.  That’s a little steeper and a little deeper down the rabbit hole than I care to venture. If anyone has a copy of this 78 or a digital copy of the vocal then contact me and I will add it to the collection.

   Before I do end this blahg, I want to post a couple more tracks by Linda Keene.  The first is his her earliest track that I’ve found “Blue And Disillusioned” with the Bobby Hackett Band from November 4, 1938, followed by one of my favourites the upbeat and enchanting “Number Ten Lullaby Lane” with the Tony Pastor Orchestra from February 18, 1941.  The other vocals on “Number Ten Lullaby Lane” are John McAfee, Dorsey Anderson, and Tony Pastor: 

“Blue And Disillusioned”

“Number Ten Lullaby Lane”

   What a marvellous voice…a treat and a treasure.  Imagine, if I hadn’t started re-posting the Sinatra History then I’d never have gone down this rabbit hole and found Linda Keene!

HOW I MET MY WIFE…OR BEST LEAP DAY EVER!

Sunday, March 1st, 2020

     Well, it’s February 29, Leap Day, 2020 and I thought I’d do something a little different. A Leap Day only comes along every 4 years and for those people who celebrate their Birthday today, I say Happy Birthday.  It is not my wife’s Birthday but the story of how I met my wife is almost like being born on February 29th.  The stars have to align and if one thing’s off then you miss it all together.  That could have happened to me if things had gone differently.  Luckily for me, my Leap Day, the day I met my wife all fell into place.  

     First off, I’m two years older than my wife and the odds we’d end up in the same place to even meet up are astronomical.  But wait, we actually met before we met.  Sort of.  I’ll get to that in a minute.  First, I moved into residence at Peter Robinson College, at Trent University in Peterborough in September of 1982.  It wasn’t a great experience and I moved out of residence by the end of the month.  Voluntarily moved out or asked to leave.  Let’s not quibble.  For the next two years of University life I lived off campus. 

     When I left residence I moved in a with family headed by a friend of my Dad.  I think his name was Charlie.  I don’t remember much else but I was sleeping on a couch in their basement family room so it wasn’t ideal.  I then took a room in a house with a woman and her infant son.  Her husband was working up north so I never met him.  I do know that she make leak soup a lot and sometimes I ended up watching her son.  I think that lasted a month before I moved into an apartment on the other side of town.  It was a two bedroom apartment and I advertised for a roommate.  I can’t remember the name of the guy who moved in with me but it was a bad fit.  He was creepy and irresponsible and we had no chemistry.  Even Oscar and Felix had chemistry of a sort.  I think that it might have been another month then I kicked him out.  Then a nice guy named Tim moved in and we got along.  He had a good looking sister named Maggie but that went nowhere.  Tim and I weren’t really close however to being lasting friends and I never saw either of them again after that year. 

     I moved home to Belleville in the summer of 1983 after that first year was over.  This is significant because I got a summer job working nights at Farrar’s Texaco in Belleville.  The Texaco is long gone but at that time it was right across the road from Burger King.  Burger King is still there.  I used to start work at 11pm and worked until 7am.  Sometime between 11 and midnight this good looking blonde young woman used to ride her bike across the road from the Burger King and passed by the back of the Texaco.  I never talked to her but I’ll get back to her.

     My second year of University wasn’t all the memorable either.  I moved into a three bedroom apartment with two Asian students, Jack and Boo Huat.  Jack didn’t speak much English so we never talked.  Boo Huat had a different girl every night and by the end of the school year I think there were 3 other people living with Boo Huat in his room.  Jack had a friend name Carrie that came by occasionally and he had gone to school in Belleville so I didn’t mind him.  He, like Jack, was originally from Hong Kong.  One night I came home to find the living-room full of other Asian students.  Carrie was among them so when I asked what was going on, he replied that they were all there to watch “Love Boat” because the episode had been filmed in Hong Kong and they wanted to see home and possibly faces of people they knew.  That was probably the longest conversation I had with any of them.  I mostly kept to myself.  I ate every night with Jack and Boo Huat and they made amazing Asian cuisine with rice every night.  I lost twenty pounds.  I used to sneak out to the local Harvey’s for a hamburger.  I felt guilty but I needed some of my own type of cuisine.

     Okay, so now it was the summer of 1984.  I was back at Farrar’s Texaco but the blonde was gone.  That summer I thought seriously about what I was going to do for accommodation when I went back to Trent in the fall.  I had been lonely my first two years and had made no solid connections with anyone.  I didn’t want to live off-campus anymore but moving back into residence was also a scary thought.  I remember I had to apply to go back into residence and there was an interview with the Master of Peter Robinson.  I wasn’t a big fan of the guy but I passed the interview and was granted a spot in the Reade House residence.  Reade house had an East and West side with both upper and lower floors.  I believe I was on the East side lower.  I was the only third year student on my side. Most were first year students and a couple of second year students including our friend Glenda.

     I should point out that Glenda was my wife Jeanette’s friend at the time but I hadn’t met Jeanette yet.  Jeanette and Glenda had been on the other side of Reade House in their first year but Glenda had been assigned a room on our side.  I remember distinctly the first time I caught sight of Jeanette with Glenda.  It was only a back-side view as they were walking away from Reade House toward the dining hall in another building.  I’ll be honest, I wasn’t looking at Jeanette’s behind but rather the back of her shirt.  She was wearing a Burger King jersey that said “Belleville” on the back.  She was the blonde who used to ride her bike behind the Texaco.  I didn’t figure out that it was her until later on.  Her parents had moved an hour east from Belleville when Jeanette was in her last year of high-school.  She wanted to finish out her year at her Belleville school so she lived with Grandmother for the rest of the school year.  Conveniently, her grandmother lived two blocks away behind the Texaco!  After her first year of University she had moved back  in with her parents to the east and that’s why I never saw the blonde in my second year. 

     I’ll make the story short from here.  She and I hit up a friendship because we had both been from Belleville and because of the Texaco Burger KIng connection.  If you look at the picture above, it’s the interior of that Burger King as it looks out today on North Front Street.  The Scotia Bank (the big red structure with the white letter “S” on it) sits approximately where the Texaco used to sit.  My wife is still a big fan of the Burger King original chicken sandwich.  Me?  Not so much.  But I’m a big fan of my wife.  Jeanette used to come over to visit Glenda and would always stop in to talk to me.  Eventually Glenda had her own residence problems and moved out of Reade House.  At that point, Jeanette just kept coming over to visit with me.  Unfortunately she had a boyfriend at that time and I could make no in-roads with her…or so I thought. 

     I remember distinctly when I knew that things were swinging my way.  We both went our separate ways at Christmas time.  I remember being at home with brothers and playing cards on Christmas day.  I had been bragging a bit about this girl and maybe playing up the relationship more than it was at the time.  My brothers kept teasing me and saying if we were really a couple why hadn’t she called me yet on Christmas day.  I kept saying “she’ll call, she’ll call.”  Of course  I had no idea if she would call.  I was sure she wouldn’t but wanted my brothers to stop bugging me about it.  Eventually a call came in for me and my brother Chris said it was Jeanette.  I didn’t believe it.  I thought I had been set up by the brothers.  Not true.  It was Jeanette.  That was the moment I knew that maybe I had a shot with her. 

   After Christmas things moved slowly and awkwardly in January.  I knew I loved her but she made no signs that the feelings were mutual.  I started being surly towards her and then one day she got mad at me and walked away.  I eventually followed her and we talked it out.  She told me she loved me and wasn’t sure why I had been surly with her.  I confessed my love and that I was only acting that way because I wasn’t sure if she loved me.  It all worked out.  It was Leap Day!  Well not exactly because it was 1985 and not a Leap Year.  But the stars had all aligned. 

   By the end of that school year Jeanette and I began talking about marriage and had tentatively set a wedding date for May 23rd, two years later in 1987.  It seemed all kinds of foolish but we both knew we were right for each other.  She had never felt towards previous boyfriends what she felt towards me.  And I had never had a girlfriend because I hadn’t met the right girl.  Two years of off campus housing and no connections with anyone and then I move back into residence only to meet the girl from Burger King.  We eventually got married in 1987 but there we no venues available for May 23rd when we started planning.  There was a cancellation at the Royal Canadian Legion for May 30th so we made it work.  The picture above is of us dancing at the Legion. 

   So everything worked out and my Leap Day happened.  If I hadn’t dropped out of residence in my first year and then had two uncomfortable and lonely years off-campus for the rest of first year and second year and if Glenda hadn’t been her friend, and if Jeanette hadn’t been the girl from Burger King and if Glenda hadn’t dropped out or if Jeanette hadn’t made that Christmas day phone call then none of this would ever have happened.  Best day ever.  Except it wasn’t really a day.  It was a series of days leading up to that day she told me she loved me and more days leading up to the day I said “I Do.” 

Below are some great photos of Jeanette and I leading up to that “I Do” day:



   And here’s us now:

   I’m so glad my wife took this leap with me!

IT WILL BE OKAY!

Wednesday, January 1st, 2020

    Well, it’s the last day of December in 2019 and tomorrow starts a new year.  Scott Henderson still cool in 2019I can honestly say that I’ll be glad to see this year done.  It has not been a stellar year and I’m hoping 2020 will be much better.  Part of me believes that even numbered years are luckier.  My wife, my three children, and I were all born in even numbered years but that’s probably all a coincidence.  There’s no jinx but with the start of a New Year I’m hoping things will improve.  This blahg will look back on some things and look forward to some things.  2020 will be what I make it.  After all, isn’t foresight 2020?  Go with me on this one. 

     It was a year ago tomorrow that I took that polar dip into Lake Ontario.  Here’s the video recap:

I thought I was ready for 2019 but the coldness of Lake Ontario was only the first shock to my reality.  My Father would pass away less than three weeks later.  In February there would be a homicide at work, in April I began a long road with a mysterious illness.  I continued to suffer with my physical health and my mental health took a toll as well.  I experienced grief and depression and those plagued me throughout the year.  I even had a breakdown on Christmas Eve.  I was overwhelmed, I was sick, I was missing my Dad, and it all got to me.  My wife, Jeanette, just held me and got me through it all.  Christmas was good.  The kids were home and we had a good time.  Too short though. 

     I can’t say that 2019 was all bad.  My daughter Emily got married to Charlie: 

It was a wonderful wedding and certainly the highlight of 2019.  It kept me grounded for a long time. 

     I don’t really want to rehash the whole year.  I’ve written about my illness in other blahgs in 2019 and about my grief regarding the passing of my Father.  Let me just speak some other truths.  I’ve been suffering.  My mental health has had its challenges.  I’ve had real bouts of depression and I’m scared of what comes next with my physical health.  The bout I had before Christmas, prior to my prostate biopsy, was really bad when I had to go off my medication.  I did not realize how far the inflammation or whatever this is had progressed and that caused me to get the flu over the Christmas holidays.  This caused some depression.  I’m not sure what 2020 will bring.  I’m waiting for the results of the biopsy and I have to see the specialist in Kingston a week from today.  Look for future blahgs on my health updates.  

     2019 saw me want to run away.  I hated what was happening to me.  I hated doing my job and living my life.  I just wanted to run away to a secluded beach somewhere with someone who wasn’t involved in all of this.  I wanted someone who would listen to me and take care of me and keep me distracted.  It was a selfish dream and I don’t know if I would have taken it if it was offered to me.  They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.  I don’t know about that.  I don’t feel stronger.  I feel different. Polar Dip is no fantasy I’m not the same person who plunged into the water on January 1st, 2019.  I’m more afraid and desperate for answers and that beach fantasy.  The beach at North Beach on Lake Ontario in January is no fantasy, let me tell you. 

     I keep thinking that my life is a fake.  I remember when I went to University and I thought I shouldn’t be there because I wasn’t as good as everyone else.  I wanted to be a Teacher and that never panned out.  I managed to fool Trent University into letting me have a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English Literature but I never could crack the front door of Teacher’s College.  I did do some teaching while I was at Youthdale but even then I thought I was faking my way through it and they were going to catch up with it.  In fact, I’ve had so many jobs over the past thirty years that I think I keep on fooling every employer I have.  I just keep doing my best and dazzling them with my right hand while I’m doing slight of hand with my left.  I probably shouldn’t give away that trade secret. 

     Look at my other life goals.  I wanted to be a writer as well.  I keep on writing but I don’t think anyone’s reading my fiction or my other entertainments.  Dead From The Neck Up went nowhere but I keep a website dedicated to it like it’s going to get a resurgence.  In fact my falseducks.com website is dedicated to past things I’ve done nothing further with.  How sad is that?  I only keep it around as a testament to what I’m capable of and what interests me.  Probably no one checks out my website and nobody reads these blahgs.  Again, how sad is that?  And I wonder why my mental health has had its challenges?

     This past year I also took over posting “THIS DATE IN SINATRA HISTORY” for a Yahoo Group I belong to.  The previous moderator disappeared mysteriously and there had been no new posts for almost six months.  I revived it because I didn’t want to see it die.  So, each day I dig through past posts and corrections to post things related to Frank Sinatra for a particular day.  For example, here’s part of what I posted for December 31st 

Studio

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Radio
1941 Hollywood Palladium New Year’s Eve show

Wednesday evening
Network: NBC
Tommy Dorsey & His Orch
1. I’m Getting Sentimental Over You
2. What Is This Thing Called Love Jo Stafford
3. Somebody Loves Me Connie Haines
4. Blues In The Night Frank Sinatra
5. Lana Turner speaks for the USO
6. Swing High
tape incomplete

Television

1970 Frank And Dean New Years Eve
Thursday evening
Network: NBC
Time 10:00 PM – 11:00 PM EST
Guests: Frank Sinatra, Ruth Buzzi, The Goldigger
Frank & Dean medley: Love Is Just Around The Corner/My Kind Of Girl/But Beautiful/ L.O.V.E./I Get A Kick Out Of You/Goody Goody/Guys And Dolls
Frank & Dean medley: What Is This Thing Called Love/Did You Ever See A Dream Walking/ I Can’t Give You Anything But Love
Dean & Ruth Buzzi sketch
Dean song parodies
Jimmy Durante is the mystery guest behind the door
Dean Young At Heart
Frank Something (Lennie Hayton arg.)
Frank, Dean, Ruth Buzzi,Kay Medford New Year’s Eve sketch
Frank, Dean, Ruth do impressions of famous stars
Frank, Dean & Golddiggers medley
Welcome To My World/Now Is The Hour/So Long, It’s Been
Good To Know You/Auld Lang Syne
Dean signs off

Concerts

1939 Shea Theatre, Buffalo, New York
Harry James with Frank Sinatra
Sinatra left James during this engagement
(On Screen:  “Balalaika” starring Nelson Eddy & Ilona Massey)

1940 Paramount Theatre, New York City (December 18 – Jan 14)
Tommy Dorsey Orchestra with Frank Sinatra

1941 Hollywood Palladium, California (12-30-41 thru 2-23-42)
Tommy Dorsey Orchestra with Frank Sinatra

I try to add images and updated information like this one for the 1941 Hollywood Palladium, California :

The process has kept me busy and I think others are enjoying the posts but sometimes I feel like I’m faking my way through this all, too.  I’m no expert.  I rely on the expertise of others and I’m a good researcher.  I sometimes can add to or dispel the myth of previous postings.  Sometimes I think anyone with a computer can do that. 

    So, what’s in store for 2020?  I don’t know.  Maybe it will be more of the same.  Maybe I’ll keep stumbling through the year and faking my way through things.  That’s a process that scares me.  I think sometimes I’m good at my job, which I don’t like to talk about, but then maybe I’m fooling myself as well.  I get up every day and I go to work because that’s what I know how to do.  It’s better than sitting at home and lamenting all the things I’ve never done and how I’m going to keep up the illusion of a happy person.  My contract is up for renewal in April.  I hope I’m still there. 

     I’ve been watching my son Noah and my daughter Abbie struggle this past year.  Abbie is still in school and I think she worries about her future and what she’s going to do with her life.  I think she’ll figure it out.  Fake it until you make it.  That’s worked for me.  Noah also is not sure about his future.  He started a Youtube channel last year and he’s now up to 10,000 subscribers.  All the while, he works at Starbucks and hates his job.  He’s got real potential and his most recent video has some good thoughts about what is in store for 2020 for him.  I find it really inspiring: 

     Again, where does that leave me?  I don’t know.  I’m 57 and if I haven’t figured it out now, I probably never will.  I’m still faking it until I’m making it.  If I have one skill, that’s it.  The key is to be in pain, struggle with your mental health, fake it, and figure it out as you go along.  I’m going to break down again.  I’m going to be afraid.  I’m going to want to run away.  Maybe this is the new trend for me.  Emily and Charlie seem happy but they’re still trying to figure things out like Noah, like Abbie, like me, like us all.  It’s okay to be sad or mad or in pain or want to run away.  It’s okay.  It will be okay.  That will be my mantra for 2020: 

IT WILL BE OKAY!

EMILY’S WEDDING. A HELL OF A TETHER.

Sunday, July 7th, 2019

     I started writing this blahg in June and now it’s the 7th day of July and you’re probably wondering what I’ve been up to or maybe you could care less. Well, either way, I’m going to provide an update. I don’t want to ramble on about the Polymyalgia Rheumatica. I still have the muscle pain but my Doctor and a specialist don’t think it’s PMR. I’ve been up and down with the medication and Doc has put me back up again so they can ween me off and then the specialist can see if it comes back and if he can figure out what this ailment is.

      I had one goal in mind while on the Prednisone medication other than pain relief. That goal was to be able to walk and to specifically be able to walk my daughter Emily down the aisle on June 1st. It was a tough road but I made it and you can see by the new picture that I accomplished my goal. It’s been a tough year losing my Father and then a tragedy at work. Then the universe decided to throw in this mysterious illness so I had to pin my sights on one thing and tether myself to it. Emily’s wedding was the tether. It was a beautiful day and the rain held off and the ceremony and reception were awesome.

      I’m not going to talk about anything else in this blahg. I’m going to share some photos and videos from that happy day. I know, it’s truly self-serving but the focus on the wedding kept me going and I’ll ride that for a while. Check out some of these beautiful photos and don’t forget to click on each image to see a bigger and clearer image in a new tab.

 

Mother and both daughters

Abbie and I

     This is a really nice photo of my three children together. Abbie, Emily, and Noah:

Emily , Noah, and Abbie

      I know it’s true nepotism but I had to share all of these photos. Here’s a nice one of Abbie and I that we took with my cell phone and played around with a black and white drawing filter to get what we wanted:

 

     There aren’t many photos of Noah but he was taking a lot of photos and he did some video with his cell phone.  Here are a couple of videos shot by Noah.  The first is the wedding party coming in.  The DJ asked us to ham it up.  The second is a nice video of Emily and I dancing to Frank Sinatra singing the song “Emily”. 

 

     I think I gave a good speech at the wedding that summed up my road to being able to get to the wedding.  I wish I had a copy of Charlie’s vows, which I reference in my speech, because he talks about an experience that challenged him and how he came back from it to discover Emily is the love of his life. I’m no Charlie but I think I hold my own in this speech:

 

     Noah also shot some nice Super 8mm silent film at the wedding and I’m posting that below: 

     I think that’s it today.  I’m a proud papa.  I’m proud of all three of my children and my new son-in-law.  I’m going to ride this wave of pride for a while.  I’m on holidays in a couple of weeks so I hope to post a new blahg.  Watch for it.

P.M.R.

Tuesday, May 21st, 2019

      I know.  It’s that title thing.  Scott Henderson still thinks he's cool!What does PMR even mean?  In my case you can almost be certain that it could stand for Personal Musings Rant.  In fact, the PMR actually stands for something in particular but could mean several things.  I thought I’d start off explaining how this came about and then have a little fun with it.  So, this is going to start off as a Private Misery Rant but will morph into a Pun Making Ramble.  Let’s get started. 

     Like other times when my blahgs have skipped a period of time, this one has a back story.  About two months ago I thought I had the flu because I felt achy all over and that became serious pain in all my muscles.  I took two days off of work and then the pain became so intense that my wife had to drive me to the hospital in the middle of the night.  The on-call Doctor would diagnose me with Myositis which she felt was a result of a recent bout of flu.  I was given a prescription of 600mg Ibuprofen and sent home.  For two days I felt better.  Then the pain came back again.  Both of my legs and my left shoulder were so painful that I had problems sleeping at night.  I couldn’t get my arm into a comfortable position and my legs pained so much that it was also like restless leg syndrome. 

     Ten days of the pain and not sleeping well and I was exhausted.  I had to sleep in a spare room in the house because I was keeping my wife awake.  I kept getting up in the morning to go to work but things did not get better.  Finally, two weeks ago, my wife took me back to the hospital and I was diagnosed with Polymyalgia Rheumatica; also known as PMR.  So what’s the difference between Polymyalgia Rheumatica and Myositis?  You tell me.  Here’s an online description for Myositis from http://www.webmd.com

Myositis refers to any condition causing inflammation in muscles. Weakness, swelling, and pain are the most common myositis symptoms. Myositis causes include infection, injury, autoimmune conditions, and drug side effects.

Now from that same webside is the information on Polymyalgia Rheumatica: 

Polymyalgia rheumatica is a rare, inflammatory condition that causes pain or stiffness in the large muscle groups, especially around the shoulders and hips. Other symptoms of the condition may include fatigue, a general feeling of illness, and weight loss. Despite the name, polymyalgia rheumatica is not related to rheumatoid arthritis. Some patients also have temporal arteritis, which causes inflammation that damages arteries. Corticosteroids are used in the treatment of both conditions, for which there is no known cause.

I think the difference here is that PMR has no known cause and the treatment is different.  I was given a prescription for Prednisone which is a form of steroid treatment.  It worked well within the first few days and significantly decreased the pain.  I could walk better and started to be able to sleep and could put my own socks on.  Unfortunately I have been on it for two weeks now and it takes longer to kick in and doesn’t last as long.  Mornings are the worst with leg, thigh, and hip pain that still makes it difficult to put on my own socks.  I’ll be going back to my Doctor this week for a follow-up.  I guess I’ll be hearing my Personal MD Recommendation.  I know, that one’s kind of a cheat but it fits. 

     Now to move off of this and on to some fun.   'Sorry, Bessy, cold hands.'The first time I started thinking about this blahg and parodying PMR, I had an idea for Please Milk Responsibly.  It conjured up images for me of a poor cow being milked by a farmer with cold hands.  The internet is such a great place for research because if you can imagine it, there’s probably a graphic out there for your imagination.  The cartoon on the left was exactly what I had in mind. 

     Of course I sometimes have too much time on my hands.  Another thought I had was to dispel the myth that Poetry Must Rhyme.  I have published some of my poems in previous blahgs over the years and in my last blahg, ME AND MY GRIEF, I posted a new poem called “when my father died”.  Writing is a way of release and certainly I’ve demonstrated that my poems don’t always rhyme.  I found a poem in one of my old journals that I wrote on April 12th, 1992.  It’s about my wife and was written after we’d been married for five years.  It doesn’t rhyme and the sentiment is still felt today:

I’m rememberin’ a girl who could raise hackles

I’m rememberin’ a girl
who could raise hackles

in humans?

and as I remember
she turns to me half asleep
and kisses my back

where I think my hackles must be

     So what’s next?  How about a Personal Music Request?  I might want to also include this in my next section which, spoiler, is Private Movie Recommendation.  Recently, I saw the movie “The Greatest Showman” starring Hugh Jackman.  I wasn’t sure what to think because I had heard mixed reviews.  Mixed Reviews?  Could we say, Possible Mixed Reviews.  I had to sneak that one in.  No PMR here for “The Greatest Showman”.  The Greatest Showman SoundtrackI loved it.  The story was good the music was phenomenal.  I had to go out the next day and buy the soundtrack.  One of my favourite songs from the movie is “Never Enough” which appears to be sung by Rebecca Ferguson, as the character Jenny Lind, but is in fact dubbed by Loren Allred.  Here’s an amazing video of Lauren Allred actually singing the song live: 

What an amazing performance.  Performance Majestically Recommended.  This is too easy. 

     I gave away this next section in the last part when I stated it would be a Private Movie Recommendation.  I was recently having a conversation with my friend Bryan on the occasion of his birthday.  We talked about movies that we would always stay up to watch when we were younger no matter when they aired.  The list I came up with aren’t popular movies but include ones that are of a guilty please.  Here’s my list: 

  • The Magic Sword 1962
  • Killdozer 1974
  • I Love A Mystery 1967/1973
  • Hello Down There 1969

These films always kept my interest and over the years, I’ve tried to find and re-watch them.  Everything but “I Love A Mystery” has had a DVD release but there’s a rumor (Possible Media Rumor) that it too has had a release.  Hello Down ThereThe Magic SwordKilldozerCheck out these images of the DVD releases.  The possible release of “I Love A Mystery” (filmed in 1967 and not aired until 1973) is as a bonus movie on the I Love A Mystery Collection“I Love A Mystery The Film Collection.”  If anyone can confirm that, let me know. 

     I’m not sure where to go next as the PMR spin could go one for a long time if I set my mind to it.  Possibly More Rhetoric could be derived.  Passable Musings Require more thought.  However, People Might Rebel if this continues.  Maybe I should just quit while I’m ahead.  Pen My Resignation.  At least my PMR pain has subsided for now.  But the pain of some of these Puns Might Remain.  Of course there’s no cure for that.

 

 

 

 

 

CELEBRATING PAUL QUARRINGTON

Monday, November 20th, 2017

     Be forewarned that this blahg is going to be strictly Canadiana.   Paul QuarringtonI know that the last few blahgs have featured some notable Canadian music by Pat Riccio, The Bridge City Dixieland Jazz Band, and Pete Schofield and the Canadians so this blahg won’t be any different.  But it is!  This blahg is dedicated to Paul Quarrington.  That’s his picture on the right instead of mine.  Paul was a brilliant musician and writer.  Don’t take my word for it, look it up or don’t look it up.  But take my word for it even after I said don’t. 

     The inspiration for this blahg came last week when the song “Fictional World” by the band Porkbelly Futures played in the rotation on my Ipod.  Paul Quarrington was a member of that band and I believe he sang lead on the song.  I could be wrong about that but I met Paul Quarrington at a book reading about 10 years ago in Picton, Ontario and he sang that song.  I didn’t realize it was 10 years ago but I knew Paul had died of lung cancer not that long ago but when I looked it up I was shocked to find he had died in 2010.  It didn’t seem that long ago to me.  So, I became inspired to write this blahg celebrating Paul Quarrington and my connection to him. 

     My journey with Paul Quarrington started in 1979.  That year, a track by the duo Quarrington – Worthy used to play on a local radio station.  I think that station was 98.3 CFLY out of Kingston, Ontario.  The song was “Baby And The Blues” and it probably played in rotation on that station for about 6 months.  That was back when Canadian content was bigger than it is today.  I didn’t even know then that the full names of the duo were Paul Quarrington and Martin Worthy.  I also didn’t know that the song was from their self-titled LP “Quarrington-Worthy” on the Posterity Records label. Quarrington-Worthy 45 signed by Paul I own a 45 rpm of two other songs from that album that I purchased in 1980.  There is a picture of my 45 to the left.  It is signed by Paul Quarrington but more about that later.  You can also see that it is dated March 26, 1980.  I think that’s when I bought it at Sam The Record Man in Belleville.  Once a big chain across Canada, Belleville has the last Sam The Record Man store still in existence. 

     If you looked closely at the picture of the 45 above (click it to get a larger image) then you would have seen that the songs on the single were attributed to being from LP “Quarrington/Worthy” PTR 13012.  I think that was the first time I discovered the name of the album.  I began my search for the record but I think it was the mid 1980s before I was able to acquire the LP.  I had been looking for it for a while and that was pre-Internet and pre-Ebay days so if you didn’t find it in a store then you were out of luck.  Luckily, there was a guy named Paul Cowan who ran a used record store in Belleville.  I asked him to keep an eye for it.  Quarrington-Worthy LPEventually he found it for me in a discount bin at a local Woolworth or Kresge department store.  Alas, like Cowan, his Zap Record store, all of the Sam The Record Man stores,The back of the Quarrington-Worthy LP Woolworth and Kresge are long gone.  To the right is the front cover for the record and to the left is the rear cover.  Quarrington-Worthy LP signed by PaulBoth images were pulled off the internet but I’m adding a picture of the back cover scanned from my own copy because it is signed by Paul Quarrington.  He signed it over his picture when I saw him last in Picton. 

     Now, at this point you would have thought that was it for my story about Paul Quarrington.  You’d be wrong.  It’s so nice to say when someone else is wrong because then I don’t have to say I’m wrong.  But I digress.  Before I continue, let me first give you a link to listen to the song “Baby And The Blues”: 


Here’s a link to another great song from the album: 

THUNDERTOWN:

So, I finally had the LP!  Hooray!  But wait, there was another LP.  I didn’t know it then but there was an LP that preceded the Quarrington-Worthy album.  I found it a few years after Cowan had supplied me with that album.  Tony Quarrington LPThe new album was also found in a discount bin but this time by me.  It was an album by Paul Quarrington’s brother Tony Quarrington titled “Top Ten Written All Over It”  What a fun title.  Tony’s album came out in 1978 and featured songs written by Tony but not all songs on that record had Tony singing lead.  Paul Quarrington sang lead on some and Martin Worthy sang lead on others with the rest by Tony with harmonies from Paul and Martin.  Give a listen to one of my favorites from the LP, “Atlanta”: 

 

Here’s another one but this time it’s a swinger: 

STREETCAR ANGEL:

 

Again, at this point you would have thought that was it for my story about Paul Quarrington.  You’d be wrong again.  I’m not gloating.  Now things begin to switch away from the music.  It was 1987 and I was recently married and Jeanette and I were living in Peterborough.  We liked to walk through and shop at the Eatons’ store in the Peterborough Square mall.  Sadly, Eatons is gone now too.  Well, when it was open, I was shopping there with Jeanette and I happened to notice a book on the discount table (again Paul’s stuff was discounted).  The name of the book was “Home Game” by Paul Quarrington.  The name struck me because I knew it from the Quarrington-Worthy LP and there couldn’t be two Paul Quarringtons.  After checking the dust-jacket it confirmed this was the musical Paul Quarrington.  Here’s the synopsis of the novel from the dust jacket: 

In this story of a marooned circus sideshow troupe, a former baseball hero, and a Michigan village dominated by a fundamentalist religious sect, the author confronts some of the highest as well as the least desirable aspects of human motivation.  One group passionately wishes the expulsion of the other, self-righteously condemning them as immoral, and inhuman.  But in the organization and training of the baseball team, and during the subsequent game where the issue will be decided, we learn that despite all appearances, these eccentric characters ultimately cannot deny the humanity that makes all of them members of a single team.

     Home Game is a moving and very hilarious book.  It runs about 400 pages and captures you in the story.  I’ve always described this book to anyone who would listen as a baseball game between a group of religious fanatics and some circus freaks.  Paul Quarrington's autograph of Home GameIf that’s doesn’t pique your interest then I don’t know what will.  When I last saw Paul in Picton I finally got him to autograph Home Game for me.  I’ll speak about that meeting in a bit but if you can lay your hands on Home Game then read it.  It’s not just a recommendation, it’s life advice. 

     Paul Quarrington continued to write more novels after “Home Game” which originally came out in 1983.  He followed “Home Game” with “The Life of Hope” in 1985, “King Leary” in 1987, “Whale Music” in 1989, “Logan In Overtime” in 1990, “Civilization” in 1994, “The Spirit Cabinet” in 1999, “Galveston” in 2004, and finally “The Ravine” in 2008.  I’ve read them all.  He also wrote “The Service” in 1978 but I’ve never tracked it down so I don’t know anything about it.  “King Leary” won the Stephen Leacock Award in 1988, and “Whale Music” won the 1989 Governor General’s Award for Fiction. Paul was also nominated for the Leacock Award in 1984 for “Home Game” in 1986 for “The Life of Hope” in 1990 for “Whale Music” and in 1998 for “The Boy on the Back of the Turtle”.  That last title is one of his non-fiction works.  I haven’t read that one but I have read the non-fiction “Fishing With My Old Guy” 1995 and “Cigar Box Banjo: Notes on Music and Life” 2010. 

     I don’t read modern fiction much.  I can’t tell you the last time I read a current novel unless it was “The Ravine” from 2008.  Paul was my favorite novelist.  I miss him and I miss his writing.  I think no one else has written anything new that gives me the joy I would get from reading a Paul Quarrington novel.  That’s sad.  It makes me miss Paul Quarrington even more. 

     Paul also wrote screenplays.  Among them was “Perfectly Normal” from 1990 and the screenplay for his own “Whale Music” which came out in 1994.  It was the film “Perfectly Normal” that allowed me to have my first meeting with Paul.  The Quinte Film Alternative in Belleville gave a showing of “Perfectly Normal” and Paul Quarrington was in attendance.  I remember walking up to the front of the theater and there was Paul.  I was excited to meet him and I brought along my 45 rpm record of “Montego Bay” and “Wilfred” for him to sign.  You can see that autograph above.  Afterwards there was some meet and greet with Paul at someone’s loft downtown Belleville.  It was around the time that “Civilization” came out because I remember talking to him about it.  I think I was the only person who talked to him about his novels or his music.  The room was full of pretentious people from the Quinte Film Alternative and I was surprised to learn none of them had read any of his novels.  I only got to spend a few minutes with him but it was a pleasure.  That was around 1994 or 1995. 

     I didn’t see Paul Quarrington again until after “The Ravine” came out in 2008.  I can’t remember if I met him again in 2008 or 2009 but it was that time I spoke about in Picton.  He was there for a local authors’ festival and he read excerpts from “The Ravine” and he sang a couple of songs from the new Porkbelly Futures CD, including “Fictional World” which was the inspiration for this blahg: 

 

That night, I also had Paul sign my LP and my copy of “Home Game”.  I told him my story about being a music fan of his and then picking up “Home Game” in Peterborough.  He liked my story and said the LP was now a bit of a rarity.  What I didn’t know at the time was that less than two years later Paul would be dead from Lung Cancer. 

     After Paul died I remember driving my daughter home from University in Toronto and hearing the following song on the radio.  I immediately recognized the voice and was confirmed when the DJ said the song had been by Paul Quarrington.  It’s a beautiful song that Paul wrote in his final year and it really speaks about his preparing to die.  It’s called “Are You Ready?”  The great Dan Hill sings harmonies with Paul.

     During his final year of life, Paul wrote and recorded songs, including “Are You Ready?” for a CD called “The Songs”.  Paul Quarrington. The SongsMartin Worthy also appears on the CD.  Paul would also write and record some more songs with Porkbelly Futures also with Martin Worthy.  Cigar Box Banjo“Cigar Box Banjo: Notes on Music and Life” was published posthumously and talks about his music and books.  It was the last great read I had from Paul.  Both the CD “The Songs” and “Cigar Box Banjo: Notes on Music and Life” are great companion pieces and summarize a life that ended too soon by a great author and singer/songwriter. 

     How to do I end a blahg after all of that?  I’ll let Paul close it with another great song from his CD, “All The Stars.”  Are you ready?  I believe I am.

SOUP & SANDWICH: A LOVE STORY

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2015

      This will be a quick self-serving blahg. Hopefully, I’ll have a longer one for you next week.Scott Henderson still thinks he's cool!  Presented below is a wonderful video that my 16 year old daughter, Abbie, put together for a school project.  I had not seen the video until it was presented at an “Arts Night” at her school and the audience reception was amazing.  Proud Papa presents, an Abbie Henderson original production, “Soup & Sandwich:  A Love Story”

 

 

     I, of course, had nothing to do with this production except by nature of being father of the genius behind it.  I’ll throw some credit to her mother as well.  See ya, next time.

 

VIDEOS, LOST AND FOUND

Saturday, April 6th, 2013

     So, hurl your insults now.  It’s been more than a month since my last blahg and no blahg in March!  I know, I know!Scott Henderson still thinks he's cool!  I’ve been trying to think about a topic for a new blahg but it just hasn’t come to me.  My head’s an empty vessel.  There, I beat you to the insult!  I couldn’t even get out an April Fool’s Day blahg.  I had nothing to pull from my hat of tricks.  So this blahg is going to be a mishmash of things.  I don’t even know what all will be in here so let’s enjoy the ride together. 

     Over this past month we’ve celebrated a few things.  Noah turned 19 on March 25th.  Now he can legally smoke, drink, and buy lottery tickets in Ontario.  Sure, all the things I don’t want him to do and he can argue it by saying he’s just following the letter of the law.  We also celebrated Easter.  I’ve got a cute video to show you about Easter but that’s a little later.  Emily, our oldest daughter, got a full-time good paying job in Toronto.  I’m happy and sad all at the same time.  This means she won’t be coming back to live with us but will only be visiting when she comes here.  Can she even call this home, anymore?  I also discovered some long lost family videos and I thought I would post a few here. 

     First up is a video of Abbie singing “When Somebody Loved Me” from Toy Story 2.  It was performed at a talent showcase at our local church in Demorestville in 2004.  Abbie, who was 5 at the time,  is accompanied by Emily, 13, on the piano.     

    Next up, from the same talent showcase in 2004 is my son Noah and I performing the Abbott & Costello routine, “Jonah and the Whale”.  Unfortunately there’s a slight splice in the middle and our tape ran out before the entire routine could be recorded.  Noah was 10 at the time and I was 41, but who’s counting? In our version, Noah realizes he’s given himself away when I reveal the punchline of the joke.  He runs off the stage crying and saying he wants his mommy.

     Here’s the original Abbott & Costello routine. 

         I wanted to try and find a video that would present Emily with some justice.  There are plenty of videos when she was little and an only child…until Noah and Abbie were born.  These just wouldn’t do because that’s not who Emily is now.  She’s a young professional adult with a job and who will soon graduate.  Yes, I know, for most students that happens the other way around.  She’s matured so much in the past few years and I recall a slideshow I did a few years ago as a present to my wife.  It was pictures of each of the children presented in a music video format set to different songs.  I think this one of Emily is the best one suited to Emily.  The pictures are of Emily and the music is “Suddenly, I See” by K T Tunstall.

     Before, I leave the subject of home videos, I really like this one of all my children. It is also from the slideshow DVD I presented to my wife. The pictures are of Emily, Noah, and Abbie and the song is “Your Life Is Now” by John Mellencamp.

     

     Moving right along, but still related to videos, recently, about last weekend, I bought a handful of records at a local thrift shop. The Andrews Sisters Live LPOne of these records was a bootleg of The Andrews Sisters. I like their singing and the album promised live versions of songs from various TV and Radio shows.  I gave it a listen and was pleasantly surprised to hear The Andrews Sisters performing some of the hits of The Supremes.  The Andrews Sisters is really the first important girl trio but you cannot discount the appeal of The Supremes.  When I started researching these tracks, I found they were taken from a Sammy Davis Jr. TV show in 1966 and not only did The Andrews Sisters perform the hits of The Supremes but The Supremes performed the hits of The Andrews Sisters!  And if that’s not enough for you, here’s a video of those performances.

     I lied about getting off the subject of home videos. Here’s that cute Easter video I promised.  Abbie once again and I’ll close with that..

      Now isn’t that cute?

 

STELLA AND SHERRY, I HARDLY KNEW YE.

Saturday, September 22nd, 2012

     On Sunday, September 23rd, 2012, I will turn 50.  Scott Henderson still thinks he's cool!This will be the last blahg I write before I reach my half century age.  When I started doing this in September of 2011, I had hoped to write 100 blahgs before my next birthday.  I then settled for 50 blahgs which would correspond to almost one blahg a week.  The grand total, including this one, after a year of writing, is 20.  That’s a new blahg every 18.25 days.  I don’t know if that’s good or bad.  Maybe I was unrealistic with my 100 or 50 expectations.  Time is a precious commodity and things happen that prevent me from meeting my goals.  Many of my previous blahgs have spoken about these things that happen.  This blahg will not be an exception.

     The last blahg, HELLO WASHINGTON, GOODBYE “THE LIFE OF RILEY” detailed our trip to Washington and back.  It did not tell you what happened after the trip was over.  We had left our three cats, Patches, June, and Frank locked safely in the house with lots of food and water for the three or four days we were gone.  When we returned, we discovered that June was missing.  She had managed to pick a hole in a second story screen window and had dropped to a lower roof and then the grass.  It had taken a few hours of searching before we found her hiding in a wood pile at the side of our garage.  She was fine and was returned to the house.  PatchesPatches, however, presented us with a more difficult situation.  She was eleven years old and incontinent but I still loved her.  Over the four days we were gone, she developed a tumor on her stomach and by the size of it, it looked like it was ready to burst.

     In a previous blahg I spoke about a cat named Panama that we had a few years ago.  She too, developed a serious tumor in the same body region as Patches.  We had had to do the humane thing and put Panama down.  This was the same situation with Patches; we had to opt for euthanasia so that she would not suffer.  The veterinarian agreed with our decision.  It was very difficult for me to take Patches to the veterinarian’s office and have this done.  I won’t deny that I cried.  I made a decision after leaving the office I would purchase a new kitten to help transition us through this difficult time.  We would miss Patches but we still had a home and love to give to a third kitten.  I went to a local pet store that acquired their kittens through a local Animal Welfare Society.  I thought that would be best because a rescued kitten deserves to be adopted.  This is how we had acquired June originally and everything has worked out with her. 

     I have written a little bit before about our new kitten, Stella so I will quote from that blahg:  “We recently adopted a new kitten.  It’s been about twelve years since we’ve had a kitten in our home and Abbie, being the youngest child, has never had the chance to name one of our cats.  I named Frank, the subject of a previous blahg “The Christmas Cat” and before that, June was already adopted pre-named.  She was adopted from Robyn’s Nest in Picton, Ontario.  This store adopts out animals that have been brought into the local animal welfare society so it’s only fitting that we provided a home for a rescued kitten.  I don’t know the story behind our kitten but she was either brought into the local shelter or was born there.  She has made a loving addition to our home and after two days, Abbie provided her with the name “Stella”.  She’s very playful and she likes to sleep on me early in the morning.  She is so small that I don’t feel her walking up me while I’m sleeping.”

     It is with great sadness that I update that blahg entry to say that two weeks ago, we had to have Stella euthanized.  Stella on my pillowWe had only had her for two months.  In the beginning she was very small and very playful but as she aged, she hardly grew in size.  By the end of the summer, when she should have been four months old, she was not much bigger than when she came to us.  She also began to lose her energy and sleep more as if she was an elderly cat.  Her stomach also began to be extended.  Naturally we were concerned.  We took her to the veterinarian only to discover that Stella was very anemic and her blood counts were very low.  She also had a very high fever.  We didn’t understand everything but we knew this was very serious.  The veterinarian thought it might be a parasite and provided us with liquid medication to give to Stella and to follow up with another visit in a week’s time. 

     Over that week, Stella’s  energy returned and her fever subsided.  Unfortunately her stomach distension continued and she had a hard time carrying around the extra weight.  She would still climb up on the bed in the morning to wake me but it came at great difficulty for her.  We contacted the veterinarian and took her back in.  The news was not good.  They believed that Stella had tumors and her new blood tests showed that her blood counts were worse.  They said she would not live another week and recommended euthanasia.  I knew this would be best for Stella and took her into another room for a few quiet minutes.  I kissed her and thanked her for coming into our life.  That is all I will say other than I miss her dearly.

     Continuing on with this sad theme, I want to relate something I discovered yesterday.  I think I have mentioned before that I attended Quinte Secondary School and Trent University.  If I haven’t mentioned that then take note because it’s important.  Yesterday we received our Trent Alumni magazine that we receive a few times a year.  There are always updates about current Trent activities and updates on previous Trent alumni.  There’s always somebody getting married or having a baby or working somewhere significant.  Occasionally they report on the deaths of some alumni.  Yesterday, there was a death notice.  I’ll repeat it verbatim:

Sherry Ann Lewis (née Cornwall) ’82  died on March 17 at the age of 49, surrounded by her family, after a sudden battle with cancer.  From Belleville, Ontario, she came to Trent for an Honours Business degree, and then built a successful career in Ontario and, for the past 20 years, in Calgary.  A memorial Mass was held in Belleville on July 14.  If friends wish, please donate to the Gleaners Food Bank in Sherry’s memory.  Condolences may be sent to www.rememberingsherry.ca.

 

I had known this person and now she was gone.

     I can only say that I was not a close friend to Sherry.  We had both attended Quinte Secondary School and shared some classes and occasionally I would run into her at Trent despite not being in the same program.  She always had an infectious smile and sing-song sort of voice that always gave out with kind words.  I wish I had known her better.  The last time I saw her was almost thirty years ago.  She was waitressing at The Duke of Beaufort Pub in Belleville.  She was still very pretty and still had a kind word. 

     I have been very sad since reading of her passing.  Last night and today, I could not get Sherry out of my mind.  I even visited the remembrance web-site mentioned in her obituary.  It is full of photos of her over the years.  Most were of her adult married life and I knew nothing of that.  Remembering Sherry CornwallI didn’t know her husband and I didn’t know her children.  I guess I’m grieving that someone my own age is gone and it’s too soon.  I know I’m turning 50 on Sunday but that’s too young to start having people your own age dying.  She was an old memory and I thought of her often because she was a pretty girl and remember being attracted to her.  I’m glad she had a good life.  I do not have any photos of Sherry other than the one in my High-school yearbook.  I am borrowing this photo from her remembrance site because it immediately reminded me of the face of Sherry I remember.  I hope her family is okay with this.

      My fondest memory of Sherry was from our grade 10 English class with Mr. Thompson.  She arrived late one day and apologized for having slept in.  She added that Mr. Thompson should not consider her late for today but early for tomorrow.  She got away with it.  Sadly, she was early again this time for her own funeral.  People joke that a certain person would be late for his/her own funeral.  I’d take that.  I’d rather be late and cheat death as long as I can than to die too soon.  Sherry left this world too soon.  Old memories stay with us the longest and I’m sure I’ll remember Sherry for a long time.