Saturday, 14 October 2017

What'd You Say? The Phenomenon of The Answer Song

Have you ever heard of an answer (or response) song? 
If not, it's as simple as the name suggests: a song made in response to a previous song, usually by another artist. 
Answer songs are widespread in blues and R&B records from the 30's right through to the 50's; they were also popular in country music in the 50's and 60's. 
Often they were female responses to an original hit by a male artist.


1961 saw Ray Charles release "Hit The Road Jack".
The song, written by R&B artist Percy Mayfield, was first recorded in 1960 as an a cappella demo sent to Art Rupe. It became famous, however, after it was recorded by Ray Charles with The Raelettes vocalist Margie Hendrix.

 

This spawned The Chantel's response that same year, with, "Well I Told You".
The Chantels were the second African-American girl group to enjoy nationwide success in the United States, preceded by The Bobbettes (watch this space!).


Tis Madness!

Just a quick update ...

This week has been a long one, not least of all because Bob was poorly. He's better now thank goodness, but my days seem awfully long when I'm nursing a poorly bunny.

Is it just here, or has wildlife stepped things up a gear? First we had the whole pigeon episode as we were going to see Meirionwen.

Next up, a few days later as we were again coming home from seeing Meiriowen, we ended up stopping to escort a grass snake across the road.

Skip forward a few days to when we were again coming home from seeing her, we saw a fox trotting along the side of the road, who didn't seem bothered about getting out of our way. So, we stopped to investigate and said fox just sat down on the verge and looked at us. We think it's being fed in the village as Andy swears he could have petted it had he been a familiar face.

Earlier this week, we were again coming home from our visit and an owl clipped the car as it flew over.

Then, last night we were off to see Meirionwen and I was actually thinking, "What wildlife episode is next then?" but didn't voice this to Andy as I didn't want to tempt fate. So we get to where Meirionwen is stored and see the owner of the places dog trotting toward us with a white dove in its mouth. Andy spots this as I was trying to make sense of what I was seeing, stops the car, gets out, muttering, "Oh for God's sake!" and took off after the dog. He said he tried to coax the dog to drop the bird, as it was still alive, but it was having none of it. Then he ended up whacking the dog on the head to get it to drop the poor dove, but nope. No way. No sir, the dog was not relinquishing the bird. So he ended up forcing the dogs mouth open and prying the dove out. He popped it on the floor, but the dog was going nowhere, he wanted the dove back. So at this point, the dove is walking around and Andy is shooing the dog away. Next I know, Andy's coming back to the car with a massive roll of the eyes, dove in hand. I pop open the boot so we can get the carrier out (see, I said this was a good idea!) and the dove was placed carefully in. Still the dog is trailing Andy, wanting the bird back and even tries to get in the car and is eventually hauled away by the owners wife, just as about fifty geese go honking over. No exaggeration, I have never seen this many geese in flight. By this time it's quarter past six and we have a dove in a carrier and the wildlife hospital is closed. We abandon seeing Meirionwen and head back to our vet who kept her over night and checked her over until we could get her to the bird hospital today. There were at one point, four people behind reception, cooing (if you'll excuse the pun) over the dove and how pretty she was. Andy rang me this morning after calling the vet and there is, astonishingly, no visible damage to the little dove. My theory was the dog had had some sort of gun dog training which is why he was carrying around the bird and managed no damage except for a few missing feathers. So this afternoon, we're off to the wildlife hospital, as Andy thinks she's a bit skinny and vulnerable and wants her checked over by the bird experts. We think she was the squab we saw being fed up at the storage place, so she's not very old at all.

And in other bird news, we've had magpies throwing themselves at the windows getting insects and spiders. The first time that happens, you think you're living in a Hitchcock film, I can tell you. There was a boomp and I peeked out to see about three magpies on the grass looking up at the window before throwing themselves at the window frames.

So yes, it's all going on round here!