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Make room (6 min. 34 sec) for this swinging disco number from 1976 by a group of brothers from New Bedford,Massachusetts.

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Saturday night. Ocean Grove, NJ By Paul Goldfinger

SOUNDTRACK.  Joe Venuti. This song is usually done with a trumpet lead—Louis A. mostly.  But Joe Venuti is something else altogether.  He uses a violin for the lead, with the trumpet coming in later. His voice sounds like a combo of two Louis—Prima and Armstrong.  PG

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Rabari tribal elder. 2010 India. Photo by Steve McCurry.


By Paul Goldfinger, Photography  Editor@Blogfinger.

Re-post from 2011 in order to make an update point.     Comments from 2011 are still interesting and include a 2019 update.  Feel free to offer 2019 comments.

From 1935-2009, professional photographers preferred shooting color with Kodachrome slide film  They appreciated the remarkable quality and vivid colors— as well as the archival properties of the film.

Because of the advent of digital photography, Kodak ended production in 2009.  Professional photographer Steve McCurry requested and received the very last roll of Kodachrome that was manufactured.  He traveled from New York City to India to obtain those last 36 exposures.  When he returned, he had the roll developed at a lab in Kansas, the last one in the world to be able to process Kodachrome. One of those images is shown above. The model is a tribal elder of the Rabari people who can be traced back all the way to Atilla the Hun.

Steve McCurry is a well-known photojournalist who has worked at National Geographic for 30 years. In addition, he has published books and he is a member of the renowned photo agency Magnum, based in New York City.  His most famous image is that of an Afghan woman who appeared on the cover of National Geographic Magazine in 1985.  Here is a link to an NPR report on McCurry dated today.  You can see his iconic image from 1985 as well as other amazing photographs.  NPR article about Steve McCurry

Currently, the tribal elder image on top is part of an exhibit entitled “Kodachrome: Images by Steve McCurry” at the Open Shutter gallery in Durango, Colorado.  If you go to the link below, you will see a Vanity Fair article about this topic including a slide show of all the images on that last roll.

The last roll of Kodachrome LINK

MUSIC:  Paul Simon with “Kodachrome”  (Today, October 13, 2011, is Paul Simon’s 70th birthday)

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June Christy (L) and Peggy Lee

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger  (Re-posted by popular request from 2012)

We don’t need to reproduce the lyrics when posting a song from the 1940’s.  The big bands all had vocalists who valued clear pronunciation. Frank Sinatra had to lose his Hoboken accent and he took diction lessons. He took great pride in the presentation of clear lyrics, and so did June Christy who sang with the Stan Kenton Orchestra.

Kenton performed big band jazz arrangements, and Ms. Christy was known as a jazz singer. As a college student in the 1960’s, I played in the FDU jazz band, and, although we were about done with the big bands, we loved to play those Stan Kenton charts.

June Christy (1925-1990) was from Decatur, Illinois. She started out as a band singer when she was 29 years old.  This song is from the album “Ladies of the 1940’s.”  And, all kisses aside, I decided on this song because it’s been a long, long time since we had a ’40’s era tune on Blogfinger.

Note the precision in Kenton’s sax section: 5 musicians sounding like one.


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By Paul Goldfinger  Re-post on Blogfinger from 2012.


Are men and women wired differently?  Perhaps you have seen the new HBO show “Girls.”  It’s tough but eye-opening.

So consider this conversation in the Paul Simon song “Quality,” below,  from the 1998 show “The Capeman”:

He:  The way you move
It’s got quality
Come on baby, let’s go downtown
Little girl, you sure look good to me
The way you move
It’s got quality
Come on baby now don’t be shy
Step in the light so I can see
The way you move
It’s got quality

She:  I want to know
Are you my beautiful young boy
Or just another love
Passing through my life
I need to know
Will you be my sorrow and my joy
And maybe one day soon
Will I be your wife.


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Lee Wiley (1908-1975) jazz singer. The song below is from the album “A Night in Manhattan”

Guys:  Here’s a lesson for you — never underestimate a woman’s intuition.  Lee Wiley has something to say on this subject.     —PG

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By Paul Goldfinger, Editor@ Blogfinger.net.  BF re-post from 2013.

In 1927 a tango was written in Argentina called “Adios, Muchachos.” But it was in 1951 that an English lyric was written for that song having a totally different meaning. It became a big hit for Tony Martin and then later for Louis Armstrong, Peggy Lee and others.

Tony Martin was a handsome crooner who always performed in a tux. He was married to a gorgeous dancer, Cyd Charisse. I was with my parents in New York City when we spotted Tony and Cyd. Mom made me go over and get her autograph (Tony was in a phone booth). I should have asked her to dance, but I was ten.dancers

The ’50’s and ’60’s were a time when ballroom dancing was popular. People took lessons and learned fancy dances like the merengue and the mambo, but ultimately, at its core, dancing was about sex; let’s face it–especially the slow numbers. So it’s not surprising that the song below became very popular. It’s interesting that most of the recordings were by men, except for the sultry Peggy Lee.

I had forgotten about this tune until Sunday night when the provocative HBO show “Girls” closed its latest episode with this old song. Of course it was a new version of that old song. The lyric bore some resemblance to the plot line, although there was no dancing in the script.

I tried to find a version that was a little different than those tired old recordings and I found this one by Stuffy Shmitt, a contemporary performer who likes to cross over from one era to another.

“When we are dancing
And you’re dangerously near me
I get ideas, I get ideas”

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Bruno Mars wants to get married. Say it isn't so Bruno. Play the field for awhile. Ryansecrest.com

Bruno Mars wants to get married. Say it isn’t so Bruno. Have some dancing juice and play the field for awhile. Ryansecrest.com

By Paul Goldfinger     (Oct. 2015 re-post)

Once upon a time, songs were about getting married (eg the Chapel of Love), but just when you thought all that was dead and zombified, along comes Bruno Mars and takes us all back to it. Here he is—some kind of nut? Consider this lyric. Somebody ought to have a talk with Bruno:

“Don’t say no, no, no, no, no

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And we’ll go, go, go, go, go

If you’re ready, like I’m ready”

And, not to change the subject, but it is a blog, so here’s the “Band From Zombie Land.”

We want to drink your blood and then play a tune. PG photo half- live in Asbury Park
We want to drink your blood and then play a tune. PG photo half- live in Asbury Park. Last week.  (note: this band was NOT at the Harvest Festival in OG.—we have our own kazoo band.)

What did they play? I don’t know, they flew by me and were gone within 20 seconds. But let’s guess—here’s a good song for this group  (by  DANNY KAYE:)

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This is from the film: “Kissing Jessica Stein. ” Drop a quarter into your computer.  —PG

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By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger.net  Reposted from September, 2012 on BF.

I once met Mickey Spillane, the American writer of noir detective novels starring Mike Hammer. Spillane actually was a tough guy who looked like he could be a private eye or a private dick with a run-down office and a babe with long legs for a secretary.

I love that Mike Hammer image, and sometimes I put on my trench coat over a rumpled suit and wait in my office for a tough case to show up. It’s not easy making a living that way, and it’s not healthy either, chain smoking unfiltered cigarettes, sipping bourbon all day and packing a piece.

Then finally the big case showed up. Unfortunately it wasn’t a dame who brought the goods. It was Ogrover, a commenter on our blog “Noir Finger.”  He was like “deep throat” because I never heard his voice or seen his face. He showed up by email, hidden in the shadows of my hard drive. Anyhow, OGrover had a mystery for me to solve.

Monument in Auditorium Square Park—hidden in plain sight.

It seems he was slinking around Auditorium Square Park when he spotted a possible crime scene. A plaque in the ground, at the corner of Pitman Ave. and  Pilgrim Pathway. It was old and spooky, and no one had stolen it yet. OGrover moved slowly closer and closer and then he saw what it said: “Red Oak — State Tree New Jersey Tercentenary–1964.  Presented by the Woman’s Club of Ocean Grove.”

OG scratched his head and wondered if he, an octogenarian, had been around for the tercentenary. But that thought quickly vanished as he stared up at the tree. It was a reddish Norway Maple. “Holy mackerel!” thought OG. “This is a fishy case for Noir Finger.”

Red Oak tree. NOT!

I left Pussy Galore in the office and walked down by the Great Auditorium — talk about haunted houses!  Rattling around inside are the ghosts of President Grant, John Phillip Sousa, and the KKK.

I surveyed the situation and discovered that the Red Oak was indeed gone — instead there was a Norway maple.

“Holy fish oils! What the Heck Avenue happened? Were we going to have another unsolved crime in Ocean Grove? Should we call the coppers?  No way — I’ll handle this one myself.”

I emailed OG and agreed to take the case. He replied, “Piqued your interest?” Then he says, “I have a real hard time believing I’m the first to even notice it since 1964 lol.”

“OG,” I said, “Nobody says ‘piqued’ in Ocean Grove. And nobody ever said ‘lol’ to Noir Finger. After all, we are ‘noir,’ and don’t you forget it. What a turkey!”

So, with the amount of dough that OG was paying, I had to get an answer fast. So I contacted this old hand in town from the HSOG who calls himself “Anonymous,” a name that will be hard to trace, but not impossible. He actually cracked the case, so I give him credit — mystery solved.

It seems that the “Woman’s Club of Ocean Grove” planted the red oak for obvious historic and natural reasons (oaks do well at the shore). Then the oak died (so much for doing well at the shore,) and some genius replaced it with a maple. We don’t know who did or why, but we will keep looking.

Meanwhile, the “Woman’s Club of Ocean Grove”  disbanded* about 20 years ago, and we are still searching for survivors. Noir Finger will stay on the case until we get some answers. We’re open to suggestions.

SOUNDTRACK: By a noir sort of guy who likes to hang around bars at 2:45 a.m.:

See the comment below from Tom  and Pegi.  Pegi has resurrected the old WCOG.* And note that the correct spelling is Woman’s not Women’s.

POST SCRIPT: What good is a Mike Hammer story without a bit of sex ? I came upon a blogger who has been to Ocean Grove and who imagined a young woman staying at the Victorian OG Women’s Club Hotel, a building which still exists in town. I love her poem–click on link below:

The Women’s Club Hotel (est. 1870), Ocean Grove, NJ

(Plaque reads: A Respectable Hotel for Chaperoned Single Gentlewomen)

Ocean Grove Women’s Club Hotel

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