Just Jazz; Singer Mel Torme: 1960-64

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Ond gynnydd sydd nh mae six lebl sydd felly gwweith yn Ies gydol Wai wneud i'r gfeithio. .... .... ... ... .... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Oh you crazy moon, look what you've done. Once you promised me, you know that this could never end.

You should be ashamed to show, your funny face, my friend, there they are. They fell in love, I guess you think you're smart. Oh you crazy moon, you broke my heart. It was just a night like this when it happened. I was such an unsuspecting soul. And I couldn't quite believe that it happened till it got beyond control.

Well there they are, they fell in love. I guess you think you're smart. Oh you crazy moon, oh you crazy moon, oh you crazy moon. You broke my heart. Oh nice tune, who did that pretty trumpet obligato work. I have any personnel that's even, that it's a biography that doesn't list anything.

Recorded in Los Angeles very much in the Hackett tradition playing behind singers. That count of a tone to 1960, the earliest recordings we'll be using on Mel, on this particular show. The set was called Swinging on the Moon, tunes of Moon and the Titles and some very good ones too. And this is one that is really a little known by two of the finest songwriters in the business, Jimmy Van Ueson, Johnny Burke, oh you crazy moon. Russ Garcia was the arranger, conducted the orchestra, the strings know, and that unidentified, pretty, trumpeter. Set an all day without holding my baby, makes me so blue and star. I ain't for no talking, my baby's done left me just to sit in the rocking.

If I had been scheming instead of just dreaming, she'd never have left me just to sit in the rocking. Set an all day without holding my baby, makes me so blue and star. If she don't hurt and come back, it's a sin to drive me mad. If I don't find her, I hope you'll remind her. I'm staying where she left me just to sit in the rocking. Set an all day without holding my baby, I'm such a lonely papa. If she don't hurt and come back, I'm a sin to blow my top in.

I don't know why I'm talking, and I don't know why I'm walking. Set an all day without holding my baby, makes me so blue and star. Duke and Billy Strayhorn lyrics by Lee Gaines originally recorded with the big bandwebs to solo by Ellington in 1941. It's fine set, I dig the Duke, I dig the Count, Metal Tormay, Johnny Mandel, no less in charge of the orchestra. Just sit in the rocking.

All day, we're more uptown. If it's pleasure you're above, and you feel like stepping up, you got to shout is let me off of town. If it's rhythm that you feel, then it's nothing to conceal, I've got two spielers, let me off of town. If it's rhythm that you feel, then it's nothing to conceal, then it's nothing to conceal, then it's nothing to conceal. All day, we're more uptown, let me off of town. If it's rhythm that you feel, then it's nothing to conceal, then it's nothing to conceal, then it's nothing to conceal.

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sy'n myndi nade sy'n yma hun wrth glyph On the young, love's more comfortable. The second time you've fought. Like a friendly home. The second time you call. Who can say? What led us to this miracle? We fought over those who'll bet.

Love comes but once. And yet I'm also glad we met. The second time. Love. We fought over those who'll bet. The second time. We fought over those who'll bet.

The second time. We fought over those who'll bet. The second time. We fought over those who'll bet. The second time. We fought over those who'll bet.

The second time. We fought over those who'll bet. The second time.

We fought over those who'll bet. We fought over those who'll bet. We fought over those who'll bet. We fought over those who'll bet.

We fought over those who'll bet. We fought over those who'll bet. We fought over those who'll bet. We fought over those who'll bet.

We fought over those who'll bet. We fought over those who'll bet. We fought over those who'll bet. We fought over those who'll bet.

We fought over those who'll bet. We fought over those who'll bet. We fought over those who'll bet. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life.

We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life.

We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life.

We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life.

We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life.

We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. Our vote of vote of vote. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life.

We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. Our vote of vote of vote. Right, that was a pretty wasn't it? That was a pretty wasn't it? Well, it's always this from the Old Basie book, you know it.

We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. We settled down as man and wife to solve the riddle of married life. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental.

And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental.

And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental.

And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental.

And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental.

Broadway Broadway Broadway Broadway Broadway. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. And keep me feeling blue and sentimental. My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky.

My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky. My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky. My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky. And make my most fantastic dream come true.

And make my most beautiful dream come true. And make my most fantastic dream come true. And make my most beautiful dream come true. And make my most beautiful dream come true.

And make my most beautiful dream come true. And make my most beautiful dream come true. And make my most beautiful dream come true. And make my most beautiful dream come true.

And make my most beautiful dream come true. And make my heart with song and let me sing forevermore. And make my heart with song and let me sing forevermore. In other words, I love you, fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars.

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars in other words of mine. In other words, say you love me, love me, love me. And make my heart with song and let me sing forevermore. And make my heart with song and let me sing forevermore.

In other words, I love you. And make my heart with song and let me sing forevermore. And make my heart with song and let me sing forevermore.

And make my heart with song and let me sing forevermore. And make my heart with song and let me sing forevermore. People walking around living in a day's high above the ground with their crazy waves all around the town acting silly while they fly high. Highfaluten crowds with their foreign cards living in the clouds shooting for the stars they can never see.

Life the way it ought to be. Old ways seem to have passed us by these days. Life is in hard fly, everybody's hip. Every kinda sound comes from every lip. Everybody's down about to really flip. Acting silly while they fly high. Old ways seem to have passed us by these days.

Life is in hard fly, everybody's hip. Every kinda sound comes from every lip. Everybody's down about to really flip. Acting silly while they fly high. Old ways seem to have passed us by these days. Old ways seem to have passed us by these days.

Old ways seem to have passed us by these days. And they're clever too. Choddy Rogers and charge of the orchestra. High fly, Atlantic, L.A. and 62. Big bad. They're coming home, baby. They ain't gonna be no light left at all. No moon at all, what a night, even lightning bugs of dim their lights. Stars have disappeared from sight and there's no moon at all.

Don't make a sound, it's so dark, even phyto is afraid to bark. What a perfect night to park and there's no moon at all. Should we want atmosphere or inspiration dear one kiss will make it clear. The moon is bright, the bright moonlight might hit a fear. There is no moon at all. Of above, this is nothing like they told us of. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. No moon at all. No moon at all. Should we want atmosphere or inspiration dear one kiss will make it clear.

The moon is bright, the bright moonlight might hit a fear. There is no moon at all. Of above, this is nothing like they told us of. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. No moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all.

What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. It's hope of Allah sometime. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all.

What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all.

What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all.

What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all.

What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all.

What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all. What a perfect night for love and there's no moon at all.

Yeah, Mel, indeed. This is a bit unusual and extended in, well, yes, it was really his first or second extended piece this Creole Rhapsody by our great composer, Duke Ellington, covered four, ten in size originally, two records recorded in 1935, of course it was instrumental all the way. Well, Mel himself has set some lyrics to it and becomes quite a handsome ballad in this form. It's Duke's reminiscing in tempo.

It's Sunday, when you reminisce, you'll recall the kiss that started along with you. Sometimes, when you've lost someone, maybe you will understand how I long for you. We wrote a patternable, until you're new, a second, like the light.

Content are you and for long, beloved, blinded by your bliss? Please remember this, when you're ever missing, while you're kissing someone, I still love you. When you're ever missing, while you're kissing someone,

I still love you. Mel Tomay's lyrics and one of the themes from an extended piece by Duke Ellington from 1935, reminiscing in tempo, recorded in 1961, and I actually arranged behind of that too, Johnny Mandel, conducting and responsible for the arrangements. It was coming on with that Harry Connie-like baritone saxophone there for about eight, and it was Bill Perkins, we heard earlier, and a tennis solo.

It was sent for you yesterday, yeah, that's the verb said, I dig the Duke, I dig the count, Mel Tomay, LA, 61. Mel Tomay's lyrics and one of the themes from an extended piece by Duke Ellington from 1935, note the construction of this song, it's quite unusual. Instead of the usual eight-bar phrase, it's stretched to 12, and the bridge is cut by a two to six, and the last section extended to about 14. The folks that live on the hill. Many men with lofty aims strive for lofty goals, others play at smaller games, being simpler souls.

I am of the latter brand, all I want to do is to find a spot of land and live there with you. And then we'll build a home on a hilltop high, you and I, shiny and new a cottage, but you can fill. And we'll be pleased to be called the folks who live on the hill. Someday we may be adding up a thing or two, a wing or two, we will make changes as any family will.

But we will always be called the folks who live on the hill. Over and over, we'll command the view of Meadows Green, the sort of view that seems to want to be seen. And when the kids grow up and believe us, we'll sit there watching the same old view, just with you. Darby and Joan, who used to be Jack and Jill, the folks who like being called.

What they have always been called, the folks who live on the hill. Lovely song, lovely singer. Mel Tomay, Jerome Kern's melody. Mel gave us the verse too. This is nice. And Oscar Hammer stands, lyrics. The folks who live on the hill, lyrics a little sentimental, but tune is just gorgeous. So arranged for and conducted by Robert Mercy. Don't let it get away.

Tonight's for adventure. We ought to be recklessly gay. Who knows what we'll find. So if you're inclined, don't let that moon get away. Your eyes have a way of revealing the thoughts that you really should say. It may be romance. So while there's a chance, don't let that moon get away. And don't let this meeting adjourn. And don't be so ready to go. For now is the right time to learn. Whatever young heart should know. These moments don't happen so often. It doesn't seem right to delay. If you feel it too, whatever you do, don't let that moon get away.

And if you're inclined, don't let that moon get away. If you're inclined, don't let that moon get away. And don't let this meeting adjourn. Don't be so ready to go. For now is the right time to learn. And don't let this meeting adjourn. Don't be so ready to go. For now is the right time to learn. These moments don't happen so often. I kind of think we shouldn't delay. If you feel it too, here's what you do. You better take advice from Torrey.

And don't let that moon get away. Don't you dare let that moon get away. Baby, don't let that moon get away. June, you haven't heard? I hadn't either. It's nice. Johnny Burke, his lyrics. James Monaco, music. Don't let that moon get away. Tim Bones, he was effectively there, and that little cute stuff with a piccolo on top too. Rascar C in the orchestra in LA in 1960. Mel Torrey. Swingy in on the moon. Unvoiv. Yeah, it's nice. And this is called Little Ballad, by Philippe Jouloud. And he's done several times with Autumn Leaves.

Johnny Mercer Harrow, Johnny Mercer, said lyrics to it. Here's Mel with those apple trees. It isn't by chance that I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paris. And through all the noise and the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh. A drink or a joke. I go to a room, a party, a ball. Come sit over here, somebody will call. A drink from us, you. A drink for us all. But how many times do I stop? And recall. Are the apple trees. Moonlit memories. Where the hammock swung on our backs we'd lie.

Looking at the sky. Till the stars were strong. Only last July. When the world was young. Wherever I go they call me by name. And that in itself is some kind of fame. I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a game. Wherever I go they're glad that I came. The life that I live I like it just fine. There's music in romance and glamour and wine. And beautiful girls and some of them mine. But often my eyes see a different shine.

I love the apple trees. And the hive of bees. Where we once got stung. Someers in boredom. Rowing the baton. Where the willows hung. Just a dream ago. The world was young. Where the world was. You.

You had those terribly slow tempos like Saravan. A few others. Great control. The technique and the artistry. Monsieur Philippe Girard and Johnny Bursons. All the apple trees when the world was young. Mel Tomay at the Red Hill in 1962. It's all Atlantic. Pretty thick. Mel hits the street. Greened open. Love one lovely day.

Both came planning to stay. Seemed off and streets applied the setting. The setting for nights beyond forgetting. And through these moments applied. Memories living my heart. When I recall the love I found on. I could kiss the ground on. Greened open streets. When I recall the love I found on. I could kiss the ground on.

And through these moments applied. Memories living my heart. When I recall the love I found on. I could kiss the ground on. Greened open streets. Greened open streets. Greened open streets. Greened open streets.

There got a big band and nicely arranged again. It's some fun charts for this day. Shorty Rodgers, the flugal hornest. The flugal hornest. The flugal hornest. The flugal hornest. The flugal hornest. The flugal hornest. The flugal hornest. The flugal hornest.

It's time. I'm going to go fishing or jump in the lake. I'm going to go fishing or jump in the lake. I'm going to go fishing or jump in the lake.

I'm going to go fishing or jump in the lake. I'm going to go fishing and catch me a child. I'm going to go fishing or jump in the lake. I'm going to go fishing or jump in the lake.

I'm going to go fishing or jump in the lake. I'm going to go fishing or jump in the lake. I'm going to go fishing or jump in the lake. I'm going to go fishing and catch me a child.

I'm going to go fishing or jump in the lake. I dig the count. I dig the count. I dig the count. It turns up once in a while but not very often. It came from nowhere the night that we met.

It came from nowhere the night that we met. It came from nowhere the night that we met. It came gliding into my heart riding on a moon beam from above. It came from nowhere the night that we met.

It came from nowhere the night that we met. It came from nowhere the night that we met. It came from nowhere the night that we met. It came from nowhere the night that we met.

It came from nowhere the night that we met. It came from nowhere the night that we met. It came from nowhere the night that we met. It came from nowhere the night that we met.

It came from nowhere the night that we met. It came from nowhere the night that we met. Yeah, moon so. Just jazz at Beach here.

It's beautifully etched. What is there to say and what is there to do? What is there to say and what is there to say and what is there to say? And how will I pull through? I knew in a moment contentment and home meant just you.

You are so lovable, so livable, your beauty is just unforgivable. You are made to love and words to that effect so what is there to say and what is there to do? You are so lovable, so livable, your beauty is just unforgivable. You are so lovable, so livable, your beauty is just unforgivable.

You are so lovable, your beauty is just unforgivable. What is there to say and what is there to do? You are so lovable, so livable, your beauty is just unforgivable. You are so lovable, so livable, your beauty is just unforgivable.

What is there to say and what is there to do? You are so lovable, so livable, your beauty is just unforgivable. You are so lovable, your beauty is just unforgivable. You are so lovable, so livable, your beauty is just unforgivable.

You are so lovable, so livable, your beauty is just unforgivable. Later you pause and in one of the stars there's that face next to yours in the glass. Love smiles, you're greeting, then the dream let us sing you through the week. So you can take a short nautical break, they've got boats by the lake for hire.

If there's a storm you just make it on home and get cozy and warm by fire. By Monday morning you're both greeted with fate as day comes dawning if you can't pick the spot or set the date. So make it Sunday in New York. It's a interactive little piece with a pianist Peter Nierau and Carol Coates.

You see who did Sunday. It was Johnny Williams again, we've heard about three things from the set and this is the title track. Of course, purposely enough in Los Angeles in 1963. Sunday in New York as a Nierau's music. Coates lyrics I assume. That cat does get around. Couldn't bear it without you, don't get around much anymore. Thought I'd visit the club, got as far as the door. They'd have asked me about you, don't get around much anymore.

Oh, baby, I guess, my mind's more at least, never go loose. Why stir up memories made in by the days might have gone, but what for? I've played different without you, don't get around anymore. Miss the Saturday night, I heard the people cry for the floor. Save me good, bear it without you, don't get around. But I'd visit the club, got as far as the front door. Everyone was asking about you, so I don't get around much anymore.

Baby, I guess, baby, I guess, that my heart's in ease. You got the key, never the less. Why stir up memories made in by the day might have gone, but what for? Life's one big drag without you, don't get around, don't get around. Do you, of course, don't get around much anymore. I was saying it first, originally it was an elegant instrumental again, never know, never know, never know, never know.

This is a tender, quite sensitive, beautifully controlled, tasteful performance of this Ralph Burns song. When an early autumn walks the line and chills the breeze, touches with her hand, the summer trees. Perhaps you'll understand what memories I own.

There's a dance per billion in the rain, all shuttered down, a winding country lane, all russet brown, a frosty window pane. Shows me a town grown lonely. That spring of hours that started so April-Harnett seemed meant for just a girl and boy. I never dreamed of you, and a fall could come in view so early.

Baby, if you care, please let me know, I'll meet you anywhere. I miss you so, let's never have to share another early autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn. Let's never have to share another early autumn. Ralph Burns originally was part of some of the sequence and later, recording in which Stan gets featured.

Johnny Moses Larry, fine male here. Mel Tomay at the Red Mill, Jimmy was not real, backing him, 62, on Atlantic, early autumn. I was born in my ear, not a whisper of despair, but love's own prayer, sing on until you bring back the thrill of a sentimental tune that died too soon. A harmony was lost, but you forgave. I forgot whisper not of chorus past, you know we've had our lust, so now we'll be on keep constantly. Love will whisper on eternally.

Why did we listen when they said it wouldn't last? Cossoping voices made us break up, but you know we still can make up. If we forget them all and answer Cupid's call, it's a truth, whispers of trouble and echo of the past. All it'll take to lose my gloom is just a whisper not of rumors, but of your love for me, that's how it's got to be. A harmony was lost, but you forgave. I forgot whisper not of chorus past, you know we've had our lust, so now we'll be on keep constantly. Love will whisper on eternally.

Many goldsons fine, insta metal again, the jazz insta metal, this one had lyrics set to it, but let it feather. The critic was also a composer, pianist, whisper not, and many recorded a couple of times in 1957, I think the first time. Mel Tormay's set on Atlantic, and that Shirley Wright is bad behind him, and you heard Shirley's muted flukal horn there, and he had himself a little lute behind Mel too. He had opened a whisper not, coming home baby, the title of that set. You know that little swing straight ahead, this is Mel's own. You tired of summer nights in Maine, do you yawn when they speak of sunny Spain, but you live without ever seeing old rangoon then come with me, and let's go swinging on the moon.

You had enough of London fog, New York snow and California smog, would you say I'll leave a debt you to roam in June, then fly with me, and let's go swinging on the moon. Let's have a honeymoon on the moon, honey, far from the bustle of the crowd, and if your mother asks why the moon, honey, just tell her your faller has gone interstellar, grab your hat and we'll head up in the blue. In a little rocket built for two, baby we're gonna blast off and before we're through, we'll leave the cares that we know, on terra firma below, while we go singing and swinging on the moon.

Let's have a holiday on the moon, honey, let's go to the moon, honey, let's go to the moon, honey, let's go to the moon, honey, far from the bustle of the crowd, and if your mother asks why the moon, honey, just tell her your faller has gone interstellar, grab your hat and we'll head up in the blue. Let's have a holiday on the moon, honey, far from that noisy earth below, and if your folks ask about our house, honey, tell mater and fater we live in a crater, we're really gonna enjoy a life of these. Living on moonlight cocktails and green cheese, Mr. and Mrs. Space commuter, if you please, and in a few years we might produce our own satellite, while we go singing and swinging on the moon.

Swing on the moon, moonlight cocktail, I wish I'm a moon, sweet moon song, I'll hide the moon, don't let that moon get away, blue moon, velvet moon. No moon at all, moonlight and Vermont, are you crazy moon, the moon was yellow, we're singing and swinging, we're singing out of swinging out of swinging on the moon. Mel running down the titles from the whole LP, practically, yeah, nice, his own tune, ad lyric, swinging on the moon, the title tune, mel torn vei, and wascassier's orchestra, L.A., in 16, another of the altruist was, she'd tell us those things, nice jive of that, and then luck turned for the blues, Earl Higgins.

Unlocked turn for the blues, play on a broken heart strain, it's wailing out the news, my baby's gone from me, dark shadows in, green, a telephone that won't ring, just memories remain, of lovers that used to be. I miss the laughs and the fun, my spot in the sun, when I was the one and only, the music and lights, those wonderful nights,

the morning is the time we kiss, the laughs and the fun, my days in the sun, they're over and done and I'm lonely. Don't ask me to hide, the heartbreak inside, the gleaming spark is gone, the light went dark, this not turned for the blues, took all and left me nothing, nothing but the blues, till baby comes back to me.

This not turned for the blues, took all and left me nothing, nothing but the blues, till baby comes back to me, till my baby comes back to me, till my one and only, baby comes back to me, I'll sing a hallelujah night turn.

Harold Hagen's music, Sid Robbins Lyric, Harlem Nocturne, Mel Tormay, Dick Hazard's arrangement, nice to see. I used to go for keeping company, but now I want you just for me, that's the way it's gonna be, I'm down for double now, but tell me one and one I'll really do, you know when I know this is true, we could bear up with you, I'm down for double, what do you say? They're gonna have to give your love to someone, so till that day I'm down for double till we two become one,

but tell me loves a game that I should play, I used to start them run away, till the time you knew the day I'm down for double now. It's gonna take us out in the old Basie book, Freddie Green's down for double with lyrics by John Hendrix, Mel Tormay just shares that beat, just see you later. Can you hear me? Don't keep me dangling on a spoon, you might be missing everything. Maybe I really dig you, head over heels in love with you, can't stop scheming, can't stop dreaming of you, down for double, baby I'm in trouble now. They're gonna have to give your love to someone, so till that day I'm down for double till we two become one, but tell me loves a game that I should play, I used to start them run away, till the time you knew the day I'm down for double now.

Oh yeah, I see, it's you and me, I'm down for double. Here. Just jazz with Ed Beach is produced by WWE R, the FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City. The FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City is produced by WWE R, the FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City.

The FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City is produced by WWE R, the FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City. The FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City is produced by WWE R, the FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City. The FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City is produced by WWE R, the FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City. The FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City is produced by WWE R, the FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City. The FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City is produced by WWE R, the FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City.

The FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City is produced by WWE R, the FM station of the Riverside Church in New York City.