Recurring MOR Dream: “Cathy’s Clown” by The Everly Brothers

“Whoa, Nellie!” Now here is a ‘TUNE WEDGIE’ that you can help me figure out:
Why does this tune play in my “DJ Mind” even while I am in non-REM sleep or while making my breakfast before going to weekday work? Maybe it is because I am a Baby Boomer and product of being raised in New York City with some of the greatest and legendary terrestrial radio stations of all times?…
Whatever…This song by the Everly Brothers is one of the first hits I ever heard when I discovered radio in the early 1960s.
They were country-influenced rock and roll performers, best known for their steel-string guitar playing harmony sound. Their hottest streak of chart success was between 1957 and 1961, but radio stations played them as “recurrents” well into the 1970s! Even today I can hear, in my musical mind, the likes of DJ Dan Ingram back-announcing “Cathy’s Clown” or any number of the Everly Brother hits with a clever double-entendre. Back then, if you had to classify their music, they called it “Middle-Of-The-Road” or “MOR“.
“Cathy’s Clown” was track #14 on the Everly Brothers album with a bullet!
I always liked their kind-of competitive interplay when they sang; unsure whether they really were “brothers” or even if they liked each other (standing so close to each-other like that) when I saw them on shows like “The Ed Sullivan Show” or “Shindig”!
Come on now, and sing along!

Don’t want your love any more
Don’t want your kisses, that’s for sure
I die each time I hear this sound
Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown

I’ve got to stand tall, you know a man can’t crawl
For when he knows you’re telling lies
And he lets them pass him by
He’s not a man at all

Don’t want your love any more
Don’t want your kisses, that’s for sure
I die each time I hear this sound
Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown

When you see me shed a tear
And you know that it’s sincere
Don’t you think it’s kind of sad, that you’re treating me so bad?
Or don’t you even care?

Don’t want your love any more
Don’t want your kisses , that’s for sure
I die each time I hear this sound
Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown
That’s Cathy’s clown, that’s Cathy’s clown

Well, that’s a wrap for this “Wedgie” and please pray with me now that this tune will not intrude on this night’s sleep. Comments welcome and I will reply when I awaken from my “Dream, Dream, Dreams. Bye-Bye, Love!”

Tune Wedgie: “Oh I Finally Found My Future WIFE (lol), Beyond The Yellow Brick Road…”

For years when this song hits my jukebox brain, it translate as,

“Oh, I finally found my future wife, beyond the yellow brick roooad…”

Have you ever experienced a song that you have heard over, and over again throughout your personal history, that you always sing along to?

Of course you think you know all of the words! Lol
In-reality, you hum or make-up what you think they are singing, through the years;
Then one day or night, a single lyric that you always did not “get”,You, that moment, suddenly really hear it for the first time clearly in your audio-music ear and mind! Ya heard??
Well, this is what happened with my latest “tune wedgie”, Yellow Brick Road” by Sir Elton John.
Maybe subconsciously I wanted him to be singing, “my future wife due to my personal love and fiancée situation.
Yet, even before Nina, my fiancee`, I thought he might have been singing the word, “wife”!
So “Goodbye”! Our musical minds are a “terrible thing to waste”…Yet intriguingly unpredictable and maybe clairvoyant.
If you have experienced similar musical wedgies, please share them with my wedgie musical blog community.

The only way to get a tune stuck out of your “wedge” head is to hear or play it, ya know! Of Course, my naivete` of British accent did,t help my understanding either! lol

“When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can’t hold me forever
I didn’t sign up with you
I’m not a present for your friends to open
This boy’s too young to be singing the blues

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you’ll do then
I bet that’ll shoot down your plane
It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road”

Songwriters
JOHN, ELTON / TAUPIN, BERNIE

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