[Muncle]

I was going to put this in the "Just for Fun" section, but it's really more than it appears to be. It is the best presentation of the sixties that I have ever seen online. It is very well done. It will evoke some great memories and possible debate or it might just make you think of a late night infomercial. Just click on the link and sit back and enjoy the memories. Oh, and you may have to pause it occasionally to catch up since there's often so much on the page.

http://objflicks.com/TakeMeBackToTheSixties.htm

[Sailor17]

;D ;D ;D ;D

GREAT!

[jht]

Talk about "The Good Old Days". Sent this link to several of my friends. Loved it!!!

[Donna]

That was great..a walk back in time... :bigthumbsup:

[renielarson]

The 60s were some of the best years of my life ;D and some of my worst

Thanks for sharing this site...I really enjoyed it!

[Blondie]

That was wonderful. Thanks for making me smile!

md blondie

[Sidney Lanier]

Wow, what a reminiscence! As a kid I was actually on 'American Bandstand' a couple of times, Malcolm X was assassinated four blocks from where I lived, our NY home is only a short distance from Bethel where the Woodstock Festival took place, and I'm sorry to say I do remember that teacher salary....

[punkpup]

That was awesome!!!
Thank you

[Boomer]

Muncle,

Thank you fellow boomer.

"Sweet, sweet, those memories you gave to me."

(I know. I know. That is what the backup is singing in that Dean Martin song from probably more like the 50's not the 60's but the lyrics seemed to fit here.)

You know, I was writing a list of demands that I left around here somewhere, and I remember that one of them was to get a little yellow guy to choose from above who looks like he is making music. Or maybe we could at least get a couple of quarter notes or something. Sometimes I feel compelled to respond in lyrics to old songs.

Uh oh. I have not yet had a digression today. I've been doing fine. (wasn't home) But I feel one coming on. And I was doing so well. I just responded over there in that thread about title insurance, and I thought my response was actually quite pithy. Yes, I said, "Pithy."

But then I just had to go circling for a landing. And here I am. And now I cannot help but tell you about the curse that is upon my head and I do not know why. I do not know why the curse. And I do not know why I have to tell you about it.

I usually warn those who find my digressions an abomination that one is coming on so they should not read any further.

Anyway, here goes:

I cannot sing. I cannot dance. I can only badly play the piano which mostly gathers dust.

But I remember song lyrics. Old song lyrics. Many from before I was born. None that are recent.

I know all the words to all the songs on that radio station in TV.

Remember "Name That Tune"? I would shout the names of those tunes at our little television. And more than once I even won the hundred thousand dollars. But they did not know. I was in my living room.

Then my sister who lived in LA gave birth to her first baby. I took a few days off work. I took a non-stop night flight and it was "California, Here I Come" and "California Dreamin''' all in one terrific flight.

Yeah, it was a big sisterly mission of mercy. But my secret plan was to actually audition for "Name That Tune."

So I called them up.

And they told me to "Come on down." (They used to love us Midwesterners on those shows.)

They said that I would have to take a test. (A piece of cake I knew that would be.)

And they said if the test went well, they would have to see how I would do in front of a camera.

Well, I wish I could give this digression a happy, happy ending.

But I cannot.

The rub was that the "Come on down" part was going to happen the next month. And I had to go back to work. And I had to keep working. I could not bet the house on winning the hundred thousand dollars. And so I could not go to the audition for "Name That Tune."

So sad. Too bad.

I console myself still, yet, by knowing in my heart, that had I made it to the camera part, I would have been able only to stare, glassy-eyed and slack-jawed, into the lens.

But I still have hope in my heart. It's in there right next to the knowing.

I read on here somewhere, a long time ago, that there is a pool in TV where they play "Name That Tune." Hey, do they give away any money?

OK. I'm over it now. I mean over it where digressing is concerned (for tonight). Not over "Name That Tune."

You know, when I was over in that title insurance thread, I was going to write all about a title agent who really hacked me off one time. I had to keep making him do things over until he got it right. And it wasn't even us that his incompetence would have put it to. It was our buyer. I was her fairy godmother and she never knew. Oh, that guy was such an idiot, didn't know what he was doing, left out 5 acres, :edit: :edit: :edit:

Never mind.

And Muncle, thanks for letting me land on your thread tonight. And for letting me have my little therapy session here.

Oh and "Thanks for the Memories."

Boomer

[Muncle]

If I ever did "Name that Tune", I'd have to do the new version where you guess that song in 4 notes. I couldn't survive the old show where you had to run across the stage and ring the bell. I'd have to stop half way for a cigarette.

And now for my aside ~~ basic training, 1968. Lackland AFB. My flight is marching by the skating rink --- remember those?? --- and we could hear an instrumental playing. Sotto voce (fancy, huh?) one guys asks the name of the song. It's very familiar, but I'm drawing a blank. I started running the lyrics through my head. They came easily, but no title. I said the lyrics out loud, but quiet enough that the NCO couldn't hear. Guys all around me picked up on it and we were all quasi singing along with the song. Had all the lyrics, but no damned title.

Oh, my love
my darling
I've hungered for your touch
a long lonely time
and time goes by so slowly
and time can do so much
are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
Godspeed your love to me

Lonely rivers flow to the sea,
to the sea
to the open arms of the sea
lonely rivers sigh 'wait for me, wait for me'
I'll be coming home wait for me

Oh, my love
my darling
I've hungered for your touch
a long lonely time
and time goes by so slowly
and time can do so much
are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
Godspeed your love to me

Who'da thunk a song in those days would have all those lyrics without mentioning the title in them. About 20 minutes and quite a ways from the skating rink, one of the guys in the middle of the formation yelled out, "Unchained Melody, :edit: :edit: , Unchained Melody."

But I digress . . .

[DickY]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-idDbIfGvw

[Villages Kahuna]

...not only the one about the Sixties, but all the others that link from it. I just spent an hour bouncing from one to another. Great find!

Bookmark it!

[Boomer]

Wow!

Thank you Muncle.

Thank you DickY,

I love that song.

I gotta go find Mr. Boomer.

He's in this house somewhere.

Oh, and I really must tell you that if Mr. Boomer knew that I was getting ready to go find him, he would definitely send his TIA.

Goodnight.

Boomer

[KathieI]

Me too, VK.

Bounced around and loved it. Sent it to my brother to enjoy as that was his era (younger than me.)

Remember the Shindig show on TV? I loved it.

B3: I love ya but... what the heck is TIA? Or shouldn't I ask?

Kath

[Muncle]

Originally Posted by KathieI

B3: I love ya but... what the heck is TIA? Or shouldn't I ask?

Kath

I'm glad you asked that.