{"id":1699,"date":"2022-12-31T19:47:36","date_gmt":"2022-12-31T19:47:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2022\/12\/31\/new-years-eve-at-the-oldies-last-songs-for-the-last-night-of-the-year-1\/"},"modified":"2022-12-31T19:47:36","modified_gmt":"2022-12-31T19:47:36","slug":"new-years-eve-at-the-oldies-last-songs-for-the-last-night-of-the-year-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2022\/12\/31\/new-years-eve-at-the-oldies-last-songs-for-the-last-night-of-the-year-1\/","title":{"rendered":"New Year’s Eve at the Oldies: ‘Last’ Songs for the Last Night of the Year"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Happy New Year, everybody. But as our great republic comes to an end, Irving Berlin's "The Song is Ended" seems an appropriate way to kick things off convey the thought that happiness in the coming year is more likely to be found by an inner path.  "Take your happiness while you may." Here<\/a>'s a hipster version, my favorite.<\/span><\/p>\n

Last Night<\/a>, 1961, The Mar-Keys.<\/span><\/p>\n

Last Date<\/a>, 1960, Floyd Cramer. It was bliss while it lasted. You were so in love with her you couldn't see straight. But she didn't feel the same. You shuffle home, enter your lonely apartment, pour yourself a stiff one, and put Floyd Cramer on the box. You were young. Custodia cordis<\/em> was not in your vocabulary, let alone in your life. Years had to pass before it entered both, and serenitas cordis<\/em> supervened. <\/span><\/p>\n

Save the Last Dance for Me<\/a>, 1960, The Drifters.<\/span><\/p>\n

At Last<\/a>, Etta James.<\/span><\/p>\n

Last Thing on My Mind<\/a>, Doc Watson sings the Tom Paxton tune. A very fine version.<\/span><\/p>\n

Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream<\/a>, Simon and Garfunkel. <\/span><\/p>\n

Last Call<\/a>, Dave van Ronk.  "If I'd been drunk when I was born, I'd be ignorant of sorrow."<\/span><\/p>\n

(Last night I had) A Wonderful Dream<\/a>, The Majors. The trick is to find in the flesh one of those dream girls. Some of us got lucky.<\/span><\/p>\n

This night in 1985 was Rick Nelson's last: the Travelin' Man<\/a> <\/a>died in a plane crash.  Wikipedia:<\/span><\/p>\n

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Nelson dreaded flying but refused to travel by bus. In May 1985, he decided he needed a private plane and leased a luxurious, fourteen-seat, 1944 Douglas DC-3<\/a> that had once belonged to the DuPont<\/a> family and later to Jerry Lee Lewis<\/a>. The plane had been plagued by a history of mechanical problems.[104]<\/a><\/sup> In one incident, the band was forced to push the plane off the runway after an engine blew, and in another incident, a malfunctioning magneto<\/a> prevented Nelson from participating in the first Farm Aid<\/a> concert in Champaign, Illinois<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n

On December 26, 1985, Nelson and the band left for a three-stop tour of the Southern United States<\/a>. Following shows in Orlando, Florida<\/a>, and Guntersville, Alabama<\/a>, Nelson and band members took off from Guntersville for a New Year's Eve extravaganza in Dallas<\/a>, Texas<\/a>.[105]<\/a><\/sup> The plane crash-landed northeast of Dallas in De Kalb, Texas<\/a>, less than two miles from a landing strip, at approximately 5:14 p.m. CST on December 31, 1985, hitting trees as it came to earth. Seven of the nine occupants were killed: Nelson and his companion, Helen Blair; bass guitarist Patrick Woodward, drummer Rick Intveld, keyboardist Andy Chapin<\/a>, guitarist Bobby Neal, and road manager\/soundman Donald Clark Russell. Pilots Ken Ferguson and Brad Rank escaped via cockpit windows, though Ferguson was severely burned.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

It's Up to You<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bonus: Last Chance Harvey<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Last but not least: Auld Lang Syne<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough nostalgia? Try this<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Happy New Year, everybody. But as our great republic comes to an end, Irving Berlin's "The Song is Ended" seems an appropriate way to kick things off convey the thought that happiness in the coming year is more likely to be found by an inner path.  "Take your happiness while you may." Here's a hipster … Continue reading “New Year’s Eve at the Oldies: ‘Last’ Songs for the Last Night of the Year”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1699","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1699","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1699"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1699\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1699"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1699"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1699"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}