Showing posts with label Dusty Springfield. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dusty Springfield. Show all posts
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Burt Bacharach Day
Way Too Damn Lazy To Write A Blog randomly designates the 20th of a given month as a day to post Burt Bacharach related material. Why? I like his songs - love 'em!
Although I've missed the 20th of several consecutive months, I will rectify that oversight by posting some great Bacharach songs today.
I especially like "The Look Of Love".
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Burt Bacharach Day
Over breakfast with one of my favorite human beings, I watched the inauguration - and am still, many hours later, soaking in the importance of this event. I'm uncharacteristically speechless.
That said, it's the 20th of the month, which means Burt Bacharach Day, and a clip of the legendary Dusty Springfield singing one of his greatest songs. Enjoy.
Labels:
Burt Bacharach,
Dusty Springfield,
pop music
Monday, August 20, 2007
Burt Bacharach Day
I regret not having an amazing clip of the late great Max Roach, backed by a blend of his one-of-a-kind percussion ensemble M'Boom with Burt Bacharach himself playing cool bossa nova chords (on electric piano or synth), giving "The Look Of Love" the full Brazilian treatment: traps, mallets, brushes, sticks, wood, congas, marimbas, steel drums, etc.
For this month's Burt Bacharach Day, here's a stellar performance by the finest Bacharach interpreter whose name isn't Dionne Warwick or Elvis Costello, the incredible Dusty Springfield.
Combine elements of Dusty's impassioned version of "I Don't Know What To Do With Myself" with the take-no-prisoners rendition by The White Stripes and you get some kind of epiphany.
For this month's Burt Bacharach Day, here's a stellar performance by the finest Bacharach interpreter whose name isn't Dionne Warwick or Elvis Costello, the incredible Dusty Springfield.
Combine elements of Dusty's impassioned version of "I Don't Know What To Do With Myself" with the take-no-prisoners rendition by The White Stripes and you get some kind of epiphany.
Labels:
Burt Bacharach,
Dusty Springfield,
pop music
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