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More vinyl from Gabriel’s Used Bookstore

I’m still working my way through the vinyl I grabbed from the bag sale at Gabriel’s Used Bookstore. Most of it is listen once, then dispose or destroy, although I have a mild curiosity about who the owner of these singles was.

According to Wikipedia, the Mariners were:

a pop and gospel vocal group of the mid 20th century, particularly noted for their work with Arthur Godfrey.

The Mariners were a four-piece all-male racially integrated group (two white and two African American members). They formed during World War II, in 1942, at Manhattan Beach, Brooklyn; the four members (Tom Lockard, Jim Lewis, Nat Dickerson and Martin Karl) were serving in the United States Coast Guard there. They toured Pacific military bases in 1945.[1][2]

Arthur Godfrey hired them, and they were regulars on his radio show and later his television shows for several years.[1] The presence of the integrated Mariners brought complaints from Southern politicians and Southern CBS affiliates, which Godfrey publicly and scathingly rebuffed.[3]Godfrey summarily fired The Mariners in 1955[4] (a fairly common modus for Godfrey during these years).

The Mariners then guested on other shows such as the Ed Sullivan Show[5] and continued to record (on the Cadence Records label founded by Godfrey’s musical director Archie Bleyer) and appear on New York radio, but with diminishing popularity.

My image of the past is stark, so the idea of a racially integrated music group in the 1950s surprises me more than it should. Cool find.

This one kills me, though — I can’t stand Fred Waring and the Pennsylvanians. I didn’t know that I hated them until I heard three seconds of this song — then I Googled Waring, who was “America’s Singing Master” and “The Man Who Taught America How to Sing,” a promoter, financial backer and eponym of the Waring Blendor, the first modern electric blender on the market” and my distaste was sealed.

Perry Como feels okay after listening to Waring:

Bing Crosby worked with Waring on the single release of The Whiffenpoof Song. There is a ton of Bing in this collection.

A Whiffenpoof is apparently a member of a Yale Glee Club — do we have any Whiffenpoofs in Duloof? Whippenpooths in Duluth?

Dylan fans might be interested in 1950s folk music precursors The Weavers, according to Wikipedia.

That second song was, according to Wikipedia, “originally written in 1941, in Hebrew by Issachar Miron [he] (a.k.a. Stefan Michrovsky), a Polish emigrant who lived in what was then the British Mandate of Palestine (now Israel), and Jehiel Hagges [he] (Yechiel Chagiz)…. The Jenkins/Weavers version, released by Decca Records under catalog number 27077, was one side of a two-sided hit, reaching #2 on the Billboard magazine charts in 1950 while the flip side, “Goodnight Irene,” reached #1.”

Well, the ’50s were more interesting than I thought.

Finally, the Sons of the Pioneers, “one of the United States’ earliest Western singing groups,” according to Wikipedia.

If you are interested in these records, I am keeping just the ones on translucent vinyl, in hopes of a craft project that I can’t yet imagine.  The rest are up for grabs if you offer a cup of coffee and conversation about why you find them interesting — or who this collector of records might have been. Were these the finds of a rebellious teen in the ’50s, or today’s equivalent of a Belieber?

 

6 Comments

Helmut Flaag

about 2 months ago

Man, you'd probably hatch a turtle if you found a Whoopee John Wilfahrt or a Dick Hymen there. They need to back whatever's left there over a cliff off a pickup breaking from 50MPH in reverse.

Helmut Flaag

about 2 months ago

It's amazing how hammering your own dick at the bar for a few laughs becomes the new normal. I'm not talking about you Dave. I'm talking about the big picture here. You become so desperate to find anything of value, decency and normalcy. You'd be happy with some Manilow, or Seals and Crofts. It's a cautionary tale.

Helmut Flaag

about 2 months ago

Hmm...

That was good.

Helmut Flaag

about 2 months ago

Not being able to edit my own comments makes me want to hammer my own cock. Usually when I realize the mistake after sending, there is heard a loud curse word. One of the biggest mistakes I make as a writer is word repetition. In this case the offending particle was an unneeded, extra "there." And the editor, though I appreciate his efforts, failed to sever the extraneous baggage in spite of my cue.  I realize mind you, these are beyond first world problems, but still, they stick in my craw. Here it is, fuckworth Star Trek time, and I can't even edit myself. I guess I can't get no satisfaction.
To entertain myself however, I still turn to myself.

David Beard

about 2 months ago

The vinyl has been claimed by someone who wanted the Pioneers.

More vinyl explorations coming -- albums are a quarter at Goodwill. :)

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