A Louis Prima session must have been a lot of fun to be a part of.
Most definitely. He was a lovely chap as I recall. Very down to earth, extremely jolly and definitely the life of any party. And his daughter was lovely too. They both had wonderful voices.
If you’re referring to the 22-year-old girl who sang on the album, that was his wife.
Really? Goodness. No wonder he was so chipper. That explains much.
You must have enjoyed the subject material.
Without a doubt, although I did have an issue with one of the songs: “I’ll be glad when you’re dead you rascal you.” I always thought that was rather forthright in its sentiment and wondered whether it could be toned down somewhat. Perhaps it could have been changed to “I’ll consider it Karmic Justice if your maid loses your favourite cravat” or “I’ll permit myself a wry smile if you suffer from gout at some point,” or perhaps “I certainly wouldn’t shed a tear if unseasonal weather despoiled an outdoor gathering you had planned as the highlight of the social season.” I even went so far as to suggest this to Mr Prima but he showed no interest in my suggestions. He was too distracted attending to the needs of his daughter… in a manner that is much more readily explained if she was really his wife as you claim.
But the rest of the album was fun; it’s certainly an entertaining listen.
Yes, I recall that wonderful song that occurs early on about dancing. Just a Jiggle-O I think it’s called. It’s all about how he’s so in the mood for a dance: he’s just a jiggle O, to use the patois of the day. I thought that was quite a catchy number. I recall singing it around the halls of my apartment block which led to a misunderstanding with an elderly spinster who lived nearby who seemed to believe I was available to dance for her privately in her own quarters. A very confusing conversation ensued in which a financial transaction was even suggested. I felt the need to avoid the lady in question whenever possible from that point on.
They don’t make music like that anymore, do they?
No. No, they don’t. Which on the whole is something of a shame. I know the Beatles and the Rolling Stones and their ilk altered the musical landscape but one can’t help but feel there is still a place for the sort of joyous nonsense that Mr Prima so enjoyed. But then things come and things go and we can but mourn their passing. I’m still lamenting the passing of crocheted bookmarks. Nobody is interested in a really high-quality place-marker in their literature anymore. I suppose you just use a scrap of paper.
Actually, I have a kindle.
I honestly have no idea what that means.
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