This is a seven-inch single that looks like it’s been through a few moves, perhaps floods and fires (well, not fires), but still plays great and sounds rich and warm, like ol’ Rosemary Clooney is over for dinner. “Hey There” is a nice, gentle, romantic pop song—with Buddy Cole and his Orchestra. It’s got a brief intro: she sings, “Lately when I’m in my room all by myself, in the solitary gloom… I call to myself…” and then she’s singing to someone, which you would think was another person… if it wasn’t for that intro. She claims that love has never (yet) made a fool of her. She’s offering advice to someone (herself, of course), recommending that she “forget him”—though she finally asks, “Is it all going in one ear and out the other?” Then… the ingenious part. The whole thing (except the intro) repeats, but there’s echo on it, so it sounds like she’s singing it from far off down a tunnel. Then, over the top of that, she’s now speaking: “Are you talking to me?” No doubt Travis Bickle heard this record. Then she’s answering the far-off voice, line by line, conceding that things have changed. Then, the far-off voice comes closer and the talking voice switches to singing, and together they execute the last line: “Is it all going in one ear and out the other…” so it’s no longer a question… it’s now a statement.
That’s a pretty genius song, actually, written by Richard Adler and Jerry Ross for the Broadway musical, “The Pajama Game,” which I saw later as a Doris Day movie. It looks like this record came out in 1954, and it’ll still play great and be relevant in 2054 (that is, if there’s still an Earth to be its host). Rosemary Clooney made so many records. I’m not gonna count. She’s a household name—she was just always kind of there, like the icebox, AM radio, and Lazy Susan cabinet with Beam’s Choice and Booth’s High & Dry. Definitely pre-microwave. The other side, “This Ole House,” is a novelty song, a jaunty and annoying hillbilly number. It doesn’t really convince me—even though Rosemary Clooney is from Kentucky—in fact, an hour away by backroads (if you’re Junior Johnson) from where Skeeter Davis (who she’s a few years older than) was born. The song has nothing to do with the excellent old Bob Vila TV show. I’m guessing she had fun with it, and maybe that comes through—and I’m sure for someone out there, this song is nostalgic and happy, because maybe they heard it in their crib, over and over. But I can do without this side entirely.
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