Bing Crosby & Frank Sinatra – Well Did You Evah?
It’s 2009 and I still can’t get a decent Cole Porter compilation anywhere. All I want is a bunch of his songs done by a bunch of talented dead people from the 30s through to the 60s. What I don’t need is “John Barrowman Sings Cole Porter”.
Anyway, this one goes out to anyone who’s gonna be stuck at a work Xmas party over the upcoming fortnight, inanely being forced to make small-talk with some yatch from sales who has, for some reason decided to make an effort, whilst trying to make your one gratis lukewarm bottle of Becks last as long as possible lest you take the empty bottle and smash it against your own skull in order to prove a point, Roddy Piper-style.
At our staff summer party, we were served bagels that featured one slice of Sainsbury’s sandwich smoked salmon between three bagels, and the “entertainment” was provided by somebody’s iPod. Somebody’s iPod shuffle. It had 21 songs on it. There are no good evenings that involve Culture Beat three times.
Anyway, “Well Did You Evah?” may be one of the 50 best songs of all time and one of the few things that doesn’t make me wish there was some more fatal strain of AIDS for the musical theatre community to encounter. These were the days when they knew how to pass a torch in the entertainment industry. Nowadays a torch-passing sounds like this and smells like something else being passed. We need to go back stuff like this:
Although in fairness, if he was gonna pass a torch, you’d have thought Sammy could have done it to someone who was going to outlive him by more than 11 fucking years. It’s when John Barrowman starts tapdancing that I’m gonna get shook.