Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Wednesday September 21st, 2011 "Country Music Classics"

C O U N T R Y    M U S I C    C L A S S I C S

 

 

Doug Davis
Owner/Publisher/Manager/Editor/

Writer/Gopher/Chief Cook & Bottle Washer 



 

 

Wednesday September 21st, 2011

 

 

 

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                                     STORY   BEHIND   THE   SONG

 

 

 

According to Billy "Crash" Craddock, several radio stations labeled his 1974 hit, "Rub It In" as a big risqué and refused to play the record!

 

The song has already been recorded by three other artists before Craddock heard it and he thought it was a "cute" song and decided to record it.

 

He says he explained to those d.j.'s that the song was about suntan lotion and to please give the record another listen. And they must have given it  another listen as the song became his first number one.

 

His ABC record single, "Rub It In" entered the country music charts June 1st, 1974 and made it to number one where it stuck for two weeks.

 

It was his 11th charted song and was on the charts for 16 weeks.

 

 

 

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A T  T  E  N T I O N:     R A D I O     S T A T I O N S:

Our short form daily radio features, "Classic Country First" and "Story Behind The Song" are now available to radio stations.

Both features are available  at  no charge.

For information, email me at classics@countrymusicclassics.com

 

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                                  QUESTIONS    AND    ANSWERS

 

 

 

QUESTION:   My uncle talks about his family living next door to Helen Cornelius when she was a little girl in Oregon. He says the neighbor's name was Cornelius and their daughter sang in church. Can this be checked out?

 

ANSWER:      Helen Cornelius was born "Helen Johnson" and she was raised in  Monroe City, Missouri.

 

QUESTION:   Do you remember a song on the radio several years ago about "Your Lily White Hands?" Do you know who had that record?

 

ANSWER:       "Your Lily White Hands" was a chart record for Johnny Carver and for Ray Griff in 1968.  

 

QUESTION:     My friend has a tape of a Conway Twitty song "There's More Love In The Arms" she recorded off the radio. I had never heard the song. Was it a hit and when did it come out?

 

ANSWER:        "There's More Love In The Arms You're Leaving" was the flipside of Conway's 1976 # one, "The Games That Daddies Play."

 

QUESTION:      My dad says that Eddy Arnold had hit songs back in the 1930's but according to my mom, it was in the 50's Who is right?

 

ANSWER:         Eddy's first chart record,"Each Minute Seems A Million years" peaked at # 5 in 1945.

 

QUESTION:       I know that Don Gibson recorded some hits with Dottie West, but didn't he also record with another girl singer?

ANSWER:          Don Gibson scored nine charted singles with Sue Thompson.

 

QUESTION:        Del Reeves had a hit song back in the 70's with "Teardrops Will Kiss The Morning Dew," with a girl singer. Was it Dolly Parton?

 

ANSWER:           Del's 1976 hit "Teardrops Will Kiss The Morning Dew" was with Billie Jo Spears.

 

 

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Your comments, suggestions, gripes, etc. concerning this newsletter---are welcome. Email to:Classics@countrymusicclassics.com

 

 

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NUMBER  ONE  ON  THIS  DATE:

 

 

1947
Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) - Tex Williams

1955
I Don't Care - Webb Pierce

1963
Abilene - George Hamilton IV

1971
The Year That Clayton Delaney Died - Tom T. Hall

1979
You're My Jamaica - Charley Pride

1987
This Crazy Love - The Oak Ridge Boys

 

 

 

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EARL'S SECRET.

     By: Jack Blanchard

 

I enjoyed Uncle Earl's world and kept his secret all these years.
Earl died some years back so I guess it's safe to tell now.

Some people have character.
Earl Blanchard was probably a reincarnated pirate.
His face, one eyed and scarred, wore an expression of jovial roughness.
His medium height frame carried a stocky mass of muscle,
which in his middle age was taking on a comfortable roundness.

He had the big voice, jutting jaw, and bull neck of a football coach.
I'm sure he could put his head through his collar without undoing the button.
His hands were pudgy rocks,
and his artificial leg gave him a distinctive limp.

The family laughed a lot when he came to visit.
Tensions were loosened while bottle caps popped and jokes were told.
I liked him. They used that against me.

My family thought I was being influenced by my bummy gang of friends.
They didn't know I was the leader.
They wanted to get me away from said bums to nip my budding delinquency.

I should have suspected
when the laughter from the kitchen turned to whispering.
They were planning to send me with Earl on one of his business trips.

I knew his work involved horse racing,
which seemed more attractive than the nagging at home,
and my family was sure he could straighten me out.

We left at dawn in his beat up station wagon,
loaded down with horsey gear, blankets, bridles, blinders, medicines,
salves, and so on. The smell of leather was strong.
I drove while Earl philosophized.
I thought he was witty and responded with a lot of chuckling.

We stopped for a beer in a place where everybody knew him,
and nobody questioned my age.

At the Hamburg Raceway I learned that Earl was a traveling salesman,
selling equipment to horse owners on his regular rounds.
Everywhere we went they smiled and waved when they saw Earl.
He seemed to care more about socializing than about profit.
Often they'd just buy a small item from him as a friendly gesture,
or maybe in payment for the fresh jokes and inside news he dispensed.

Sometimes they'd whisper about me,
and I'd get an offer to stay and spend a few days, which I would decline.
Warm good-byes, and we'd be on our way.
I wondered if I could ever get used to the smell of stables.

For some reason we took the old narrow roads across New York State.
Our route wound through the Catskills,
the land of Ichabod Crane and the Headless Horseman.
It was a peculiarly beautiful area,
where a strange mist haunted every hollow in the early morning.

Just outside Saratoga he told me to turn into a gravel road,
past a "No Trespassing" sign, and up a mountainside
to a rambling brick house with gingerbread trim.
We rang the door chimes and heard barking.

Mrs. O'Hagen was a large white-haired woman
with harlequin glasses and a brusk manner.
She and Earl were an unlikely pair, but seemed to hit it off.

She had two blind Boston Terriers and a foreign maid.
The dogs ran and played all over the house,
until one day a new housekeeper moved some furniture,
and the dogs were bouncing off the walls.

The three of us took off in a Jeep for a tour of the ranch in the chilly mountain air.
We drove for miles through forests and hills,
without ever leaving the O'Hagen property.
Groups of racehorses ran wild, to be rounded up later.

That evening we rode to the racetrack in Mrs. O'Hagen's Cadillac,
which she drove with a vengeance,
never once dimming her lights for the oncoming peasants.
At the track, naturally, everybody knew and liked Uncle Earl.

 

I don't think the tour straightened me out, but I think it did benefit my friends.

Uncle Earl's secret was this:
Selling equipment was not his real job.
He was a race detective, an undercover man for the Association.
His many friends, who mourned his passing, never knew.

 

Jack Blanchard

The Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan Home Page: http://jackandmisty.com

 

Restoration and mastering studio: 407 330 1611.
CD Baby:
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TODAY IN COUNTRY MUSIC HISTORY

                           compiled by Bill Morrison

 

 

Ted Daffan born Beaurgard Parish, LA 1912.

 

Judge Bob Burton, BMI president, and one of the founders of the Country Music Association, born NYC 1914.

 

Dickey Lee born "Royden Dickey Lipscombe, Memphis, TN 1936.  Inducted NSHF 1995.

 

Ginger Boatwright, Bluegrass/vocals/guitar, born Columbus, MS 1944.

 

Don Felder of the "Eagles," born Gainesville, FL 1947.

 

Mark Wright, songwriter/producer/record company executive, born Fayetteville, AR 1957.

 

Johnny Cash released "You Tell Me/Goodbye Little Darlin'" in 1959.

 

Daryl Mosley, lead vocalist for "New Tradition" born Waverly, TN 1964.

 

Marty Robbins' album "Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs" was certified gold 1965.

 

Ronna Reeves born Big Springs, TX 1966.

 

Faith Hill born Jackson, MS 1967.  Faith was adopted on September 23, 1967 and named Audrey Faith Perry.

 

Walter Brennan, singer/actor/3 time Oscar winner, died Oxnard, CA 1974.

 

Barbara Mandrell's acting debut in "Burning Rage" 1984.

 

Eddie Rabbitt, Merle Kilgore and Kent Robbins, inducted into the NSHF 1998.

 

Varese Records released Johnny Cash's "The Complete Original Sun Singles" 1999.

 

The George D. Hay Hall of Fame, in Mammoth, AR, inducted; Bill Monroe, Jimmy Martin, Conway Twitty, Ernie Ashworth, Jeannie Seely, George Hamilton IV, Jimmy C. Newman, Barbara Fairchild and Clyde Moody in 2003.

 

 Courtesy Bill Morrison: http://www.talentondisplay.com/countrycalMAR.html

  

 

                                              

 

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In response to many requests, YES I am on Facebook and you are welcome to become a friend—UNLESS you are one of those that posts photos of your grandkids or your pet cat every other day. I don't have the time or interest for that. SO—if that's what you do on Facebook.. just forget me !

I'm the Doug Davis with the photos of the guitars.

 

 

 

 

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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

 

 

FALL HARVEST

 

The reaper's joy is now complete,

The harvest bounty, O so sweet,

The canning's done by setting sun,

It's time to county our blessings.

 

Soon birds will sing their farewell song,

Days will be short, and night too long,

Saddest of all, the leaves will fall,

Yet we can count our blessings.

 

For in the barn the hay is stacked,

And in the barrels, apples packed,

There's logs for the fire before we retire,

We have so many blessings.

 

We know in the basement, the walls are lined,

With jars of food, most every kind,

We will not fear when Winter's here,

God's given us his blessings.

 

Margaret E. Taylor Fisher

 

 

 

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