Old Enough to Forget

I must admit I skipped over this one more than once when I was scouring the dollar bins. The album was actually in surprisingly decent shape, and the jacket was okay. The absence of an insert wasn't a big deal - most of the stuff I was mining from the cheap stacks didn't seem to have all of their parts, although I suspect in this case there weren't any notes or missing pieces other than a paper liner. I bought the album because I thought it would be silly kitschy fun. "Party Fun Songs from the Golden Age of Burlesque" indeed. As you may have guessed I did eventually lay down my loonie and a few cents to cover taxes and bought the album. It came home and was carefully cleaned (who knows where this had been) and then put it on my pile of records awaiting their turn on the turntable. It sat there for more than a year and my pile had grown past by ability to keep up, and while I was making progress I wasn't exactly following the FIFO inventory model. It was more o...

Here we are in the post Christmas dead space between the turkey and New Year's Eve. It one of my favourite times of the year. We still have the tree up and Christmas music still plays while we lounge around the house. The Christmas Touch is another one of those "who is this guy?" Christmas albums. I got it because the 12 year old goof in me giggled at the album title. I could imagine it being sung to the tune of "The Bad Touch" by The Bloodhound Gang. I'm not proud of myself for this, but it is, what it is. I've accepted the things I can't really change about my sense of humour. I'd not heard of Johnny Tillotson before, but I scanned through some of my '60s collections, and sure enough in the early '60s he'd struck gold with songs like "Poetry in Motion" and "It Keeps Right On A-Hurtin'" with the latter being covered by the likes of Bobby Darin, Elvis, and even Slim Whitman. The album is a collection of mid ...