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As soon as I saw these roadside posters, I wanted to attend this show!  I haven’t heard from or of Billy Ocean since the late 1980s with anything new and of course his hits lasted all through the 1990s when I was still gigging as a DJ in clubs and bars.  His first hit, “Nights (Feel Like Getting Down)”, is one of the great dancefloor-filler of all times, that the late Frankie Crocker used to play again and again and…a-gain on WBLS FM during one of its several heyday peaks in 1981. IMG_0435

IMG_0436 Of course, his baadest jam, and one twelve-inch vinyl I still own is “Carribean Queen”, a song that often haunts me and wedges itself into my sleep and at other inapporpriate moments.  Proving its timelessness is still in full effect.  Check out how Billy looks nowadays! lolI dig the “wig” [I know it is his hair and still has gthat big smile.  Kool, ‘Mon… lol

Michael Bolton, on the other hand, is a fixture of my career as a Top 40/CHR (mostly on overnights where I liked  the novelty of being the only black Brotha, lol) radio personality, where I spun his early hits in the 1980!

But this post isn’t all about me, as this concert I really wanted to see – but didn’t. Summer rain showers threatened that Sunday at the end of June and therefore, to this former neighborhood near where I grew-up, I did not swoon.

Only to learn weeks later (and with those posters still hanging and reminding me at the side of the road) that the show had gone on despite the “chance of thunderstorms”, which were in the area that evening.

On to the videos!  Thank you for reading and please leave a comment!  Cheers!

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Both these cats are lookin’ and soundin’ Great in-time and space!  Bravo!

And now my favorite “Carribean Queen” video for dessert…Come away with me!  MmMmmmm, Good…Safe(?)…Travels.

Introducing a new category and maybe new “page” to my blog, “Tune Wedgies”. A “Tune Wedgie” is like the cloth “wedgie” that gets stuck in the crack of your ass, except it is a song that you cannot get out of your mind for a period of time.

For this one, the group is: Harold Melvin and The Blue Notes

I did not plan to post this in-advance, but this song is in my mind as I cook a gourmet dish this Friday evening at my mama’s house. It is a classic from my college days of the early 1970s on Philadelphia International records which was a subsidiary of CBS records.  The late Teddy Pendergrass is singing lead and it is one of the first songs I ever announced as a hip DJ on college radio during “the disco days”. Yet I do not think of this cut as “disco” but a heartfelt “soul” record. Do your homework and understand the solar plexus singing pain of the man, “Now I don’t have nothing/I’m so all alone/All the friends I once had/And I need a loan!” .

 

Where it came from within my musical mind, is a question that only a musical psychologist can answer. What happened to all of the Black American, descendant of American slavery people? Now I only see Caribbean blacks when I visit New York City, thus, “where have all my friends [gone]?” My own theory is that because of my temporary living situation that does not allow me to PLAY my thousands of musics that I amassed over a DJ career of over forty years, my brain takes over randomly to sustain the history which will be my legacy.

“(Where are all my friends)
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Use to have lots of fancy clothes
And drive a big white cadillac
Not knowing all the time I had these things
My friends were stabbing me straight in my back, no, no, no.

Even had a house then
Out there in Beverly Hills
I was moving so fast y’all
I didn’t even have time to worry about paying my bills.
(Something started changing)
My life started rearranging
(Now I’m all alone. All the friends I wanted)
I don’t have anymore
So somebody tell, tell me
(Where are all my friends)
I can’t find nobody
(Where are all my friends)
Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Use to take my friends out
Everywhere I went
But I use to tell them that y’all
Y’all ain’t gotta spend a red cent
Cause I use to have lots of money
I had ’em in big old stacks
I use to lend ’em my clothes
But they never, never ever, never, never brought ’em back
(Now I don’t have nothing)
I’m so all alone
(Don’t even have a home)
I ain’t got no place to lay my head
(Wish someone would help me)
Cause I, I, I, I, I, I need a loan

Yeah baby
(Where are all my friends)
I’m looking y’all, I’m lookin’ all over
(Where are all my friends)
I’m looking for the friends I use to call my very own
(Where are all my friends)
I need somebody right now, hey
(Where are all my friends)
I can’t find a father or a mother
(Where are all my friends)
I remember the time I use to be walking
Up and down the streets
And I remember you, and you and you and you and you
I remember when you use to say that
Yeah trying to get me to spare a dime
And I use to come out the bottom of my heart
Cause I thought you were a friend of mine
But it seems yeah, it seems that you didn’t even give a damn about me, no
But now I’m down and out and I need a friend….”

Do you remember this song as fondly as I do? Please leave your comment or memory about it. Cheers.

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