Crikey, I’m having a bit of a moment here. Being taken right back to when I was a tiny Z. And I was tiny too, a whopping great baby (nine and a half pounds, darlings, you’d never believe it) and then I seem to have just stopped growing after a year or two and I was this little blonde thing whose clothes just hung on her. Do you remember, how mothers used to always dress their daughters alike? I remember one particular red dress, we had one each. Mine lasted for years, and soon after that I grew into Wink’s, so there I was again. That dress marked my childhood.
Anyway, that’s not what I came to write about. When I mentioned the Mole song the other day – I know, I was shocked to find how bad it was, there is nothing to redeem it at all, not even as a novelty – it reminded me of my first two musical loves of a popular nature. And so I looked them up. First, this ditty. I’d have been two. I know what I liked, it was the marching rhythm, which would have appealed to a toddler, and it was also the lyrics. Lay down your arms and surrender to mine. I thought that was incredibly witty, such a clever play on words.
But the this one was my next love. And, playing it … goodness, I’m in heaven. I still absolutely adore it. I can’t manage any sort of critical evaluation, I’m 1957 Z, in love with Perry Como all over again. I kept the record for years, until Weeza, as a very small child, callously chucked it on the ground, where it shattered, along with my heart. To be fair, this has been on her conscience for her whole life and she bought me an LP of his, some years ago. This was on the B side of the original, which is quite nice, but it’s Catch a Falling Star that will forever be Z’s song. *Sigh*
Another year passed, and my sister bought this record. You’ve got to agree, it beats the sodding Mole song.
And now I’ve got to look up the divine Perry on Spotify, so that I can play Z’s song whenever I want to. I’m serious, you know, I’ve gone all tingly.