Oh God, take me back to the glory days of Frankie Laine, Doris Day, Guy Mitchell, Rosemary Clooney and my list is endless of those great pop stars of the 50's. I can remember all of the songs that these singer's sang from The Golden Age of popular music. Yeah, I'm no kid. So be it.
This was a BBC concert to which I attended the recording. Frankie Laine became a friend of mine, after meeting him at a 1975 concert. He was a gentleman, and a very considerate human being. I spent many happy hours in private with him. It is a sad loss, that Frank is no longer with us. An example of a decent human being, who concerned himself for others, never forgetting that his fans put him where he was.
Frankie along with Nat were my alltime favourites in the 50's. Girl in the Wood was so reflective of my youth,going thro an unquited love as a 14/15 yo.
Frankie Laine was always wonderful no matter what he sang. We are so fortunate to have RU-vid to give us inspiration, and world updates whenever we want.
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Very nicely done, Игорь Тверезый. I grew up with Frankie Laine as he was my father's favourite singer and he spoke to me immediately for his talent to tell a story in a song and deliver it with all the emotions required. Frankie Laine was one of the best kept secrets of fantastic voices from the 60's. He was quite unique too.
A great voice, a long and productive Life, a Man who never grave up. An example of courage and will-power, He performed well into his 90. RIP, Mr. Laine
My father and Frankie Laine were pen pals for a number of years. When my father was to undergo quadruple bypass surgery, my sister contacted his office in Los Angeles. Frankie called the hospital and sang "You'll never walk alone" over the phone. Unfortunantly my father was under sedation and didn't hear him sing, but the nurses listened and were balling their eyes out. My father died about a year later but I am grateful for Frankie's compassion.
My Father was a huge fan of Frankie Laine and met him on a number of occasions when he came to the UK My Father passed away last year aged 83 with quite severe dementia, but we made sure that music at his funeral, was his beloved Frankie Laine and Nat King Cole This song sung by Frankie Laine is very emotional and always makes me think of my dear old Dad x
How could anybody not like Frankie. Everyone else loves ol' blue eyes Frank Sinatra. I wanted to hear Frankie Laine. These old songs comfort me in my beteavement.
When I found this video, my entire body's blood boiled. And after watching the video, my heart is filled with peace and gratitude. Thank you for this dreamy time.
The sad passing of Frankie Laine left a huge void in the world of music. He was unique and is unforgettable. This concert befits our memories of him as a great crooner and entertainer par excellence.
I came here to listen to "New Orleans". The first time I'd heard it was when it first came out. The music was what the sound and spirit of New Orleans was all about. I've never been into N.O. but I know they have a lot of cobblestone streets.
A Sng by Lerner and Lowe ~ ON A CLEAR DAY - NOT TO SHABBY? I sang at 4 years old alone in my room torched it out Loud (BBS) .... BEFORE you know Whom ALONE in my Room on my suitcase Record Player. Our first record layer handed down to me. I think from Collette and Frank my godparents . I don't really know for sure. I'LL have to look for a sign . But our piano was in there too. It was our music room until I came along. Alot of forgotten memories 💔😔 are returning to me fro that time. MY EARLY TYEARS WITH Nancy and Mother playing the piano. In my room recovering from a flu how I tried my father's patience while trying to let his wife get some sleep. HER mothercBusha was dying of heart passage /\Mind Passage ❤💙💜💖 in the room above me. I remember times th a t upset me i went running into that room crying to myself thinking of something I belied unfair_ and wrong I must have been three. And something bad and very mean was hurting my Nancy. Her hair was being pulled backwards very hard. I wasn't yet 4. It was spring i rembered the vilets along the stine lines of Mom's garden I remember what Nancy & I escaped thru in our music. The Big stiff as the Polish call the eldest sister in the home who showed us how tough you have to be to stand up in the c World. She was the biggest champion ... There were rows upon rows along a lined up stoneway in our back yard where Mom stood with her shovel in between two river rows she racked up outlined in violets inside larger River Rock Track all the way from the hy 20 to our back gardens. What a beautiful wonderland that lady made for us. The Circle of tall trees centered in the 3rd tier down... containning middle yier with the talest tree with a long long long chain-swing she'd talked some poor army guy - friend of Dad's - to climb up tha tree, lay on that high limb and fasten chains from there. He screwed two large eye hooks into that high Limb. Then shimmied down the tree he proudly accomplished compleating his challange with a properly fascend wood seat. Nancy and i picked our dandelions and always strung them up the chains where we stood as far up as we could reach. She taught me alot of songs out there as we sang flowering up our swing chains with Poseys Mom lined within along rocks Then she built a large square sand-box, that when it became too warm in summer doubled for a swim pool laden with plastic sheet over the sand bottomed cushion. These are things that would be going on in our house. Under the back porch. As you came down the steps, your eyes first caught sight of the Putting Green built along side its staircase on the mound of dirt and sand she made the guys pour the on the cascading top tier of our back yard. Yes Mom talked those guys into doing it for Dad's practice at home. The potatoe garden ran across in the back fields Busha's taught fashinoned designs replicated a fence infronnt of the potatie garden with chicken wired to a central gate But in the lowest tier before it was about 200 yd's of beautifully cut grass Yes, Mom kept very busy while Dad was touring in tournaments. I remembering being afraid to cry when i saw someone get hurt in our family. I'd hide in the closet and finally came out to sing . That record player served me to sing out to a release of pain in the beginning of my manifesting Love through out the walls of my room. I believe was the only song 🎵 i needed to find what I believed as my own belief PUT Of that all my beliefs BUDDING Grew into a boquet with victorian Sweeping trumpets Arms of a 20 story High Elm trees were reaching to the heavens in stong vertical fatherly trunk vases holdig in the earth while fliowering leaves atop - about - Yang energy pushing up yin &d down in that vertical arking into tumples outward at the sky yin expanding arks circling expansions I ran to her Mamma Mamma! tugging at her knee. Running back to see Nancy getting being out wrestled beaten and Her torturer gadn' quit. Again out I ran to tell her in the garden ~her garden in her 1950's wearing Capris we then called peddle pushers Because of not accounting longer looser pant-cuffs getting caught in the chains that bind bound between peddles of our bicycle we rode. Leaning with one foot on her shovel, talking to our neighbor Viola. Then running to catch me... When there was trouble . i learned to run and hide. And play The shiny 78 speed I BELIEVE........... with Frankie Lane in my room within its walls. i play today.... COME TOMORROW.
Frankie Lane Singer and Entertainer who was in His Prime before most people who are on You Tube were born. HIs style was like Frank Sinatra but I believe a better singer, has a unique sounding voice.
My dad liked frankie laine sadly my dad no longer with us died from covid 19 april 2020 first time watching this video of frankie laine in concert what a voice .