There are a couple of posts I’ve been poking away at, and they should – I hope – show up here in the next week or so:
Ever since Ben E. King’s version of “Spanish Harlem” popped up on the mp3 player in the kitchen the other day, I’ve been combing through my files, through YouTube and through places like Amazon for covers of the song. Quite a few have showed up, and I’ll take a look at the song and a good number of those covers in the week to come, I think.
I’ve also been pulling together memories from early 1966 for a tale that combines St. Cloud State basketball, a couple of movies, Mountain Dew and the Ace Bar & Cafe down on East St. Germain, the predecessor to today’s Ace Bar & Grill. Look for that in the next week, too.
But for various reasons, my schedule is off, I have a good number of chores on my list (in preparation for a Strat-O-Matic baseball tournament and playoff here tomorrow), and in the past few days, I’ve been feeling feel a little bit like an 89-degree angle in a 90-degree world. So I’m going to redraw my angles and get to my chores.
First, though, here’s a sweet version of “Spanish Harlem” by the Mamas & the Papas. It’s from their 1966 album, If You Can Believe Your Eyes And Ears.
Tags: Mamas & The Papas [The]