Sunday Morning Coming Down

Here in the UK, today is Father’s Day.

A couple of months ago, my brother and I got phenomenally pissed and told my Dad about this place. The more astute, comment reading folks, amongst you may have spotted a little comment from him a couple of weeks ago, accepting the props for turning my ear to the record which shares a name with this thread.

Saturday nights in our house when I was a kid were generally spent playing records and having a bit of a sing song where possible. It was through these nights that I learned about not only Kris Kristofferson, but also Lonnie Donegan, Fats Waller, Roberta Flack, The Rolling Stones (Dad used to do a great Jagger impression that he now denies all knowledge of), some amazing jazz records by Count Basie, Benny Goodman and Dave Brubeck that I still don’t know the names of, and of course Johnny Cash.

This seems appropriate:

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Johnny Cash – Daddy Sang Bass

The title of the song, and the “Me and Little Brother…” line are provided by another Country act that Dad had a couple of albums by: The Statler Brothers.

Back in the 1990s, I was in Spillers Records in Cardiff one day when I was surprised to hear them playing a track I recognised as being by The Statler Brothers. Spillers is a cool little independent record store; more than that it is officially the oldest record store in the world, having opened its doors for the first time in 1894. It’s a haven for great records, with enthusiastic, helpful and knowledgeable staff, and it’s one of the main things I miss about not living in Cardiff anymore. It’s not the sort of place I was used to hearing The Statler Brothers being played, though. (I took Mum and Dad there once when they came down to visit. I picked up a copy of The Mighty Wah!’s “A Word to the Wise Guy” that day; Dad bought something by Emmylou Harris, I think. Mum waited patiently, as she does.)

Having not seen the film at that point, I had no idea the song in question was on the soundtrack of one of the greatest films not just of the 90s, but ever: Quentin Tarantino’s masterpiece, “Pulp Fiction”.

You know the song I mean. Bruce Willis is singing it just before he runs Ving Rhames over and they jointly…erm…”encounter” Zed and The Gimp.

This one:

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The Statler Brothers – Flowers on the Wall

I defy anyone not to try and do the baritone “Kangaroo” line in that.

Anyway, Happy Father’s Day.

More soon.

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