|Posted on July 22, 2020 at 9:55 AM|
Wa'sup Wednesday has arrived once again ... I MISS SINGING! With all this quarantine and cancellations and destruction of what we once new as live music ... I find myself remeniscing more than I ever have. I miss the excitement, the comradery, the friendships, the crowds, the interaction of people, but even more I miss singing. I have been singing since I was five in the junior choir at church and now a complete stoppage since March ... this is the longest period in my life without singing .. it actually hurts. Let's look at why this is so hard on us old DooWoper's ... singing for pleasure started at an early age, let's begin on the corner. As a young man we would meet every chance we could to sing, in the school yard, standing on the corner or just walking around ... singing. This gathering of friends to sing and release ones inner emotions was a necessity. As I grew older I formed a group and sang even more vigoously but always sang , when ever we could (and yes still in the schoolyard and on the corner). Always looking for and echo. I remember when I first opened my restaurant at PNC Park (Atria's) we would meet every Thursday night to sing a cappella/DooWop ... members of the Halos, the Wee Jams, and any other singers from any other groups met religiously to join together in song. When I retired my restaurant at PNC Park, I still had the need to get together with old friends and chirp ... street corner style ... so, we began to gather at my store/museum (Johnny Angel's Ginchy Stuff and Music Museum). My dear friends Rookie Rick and Uncle Al, made some of the days extra special by setting up their DJ equipment and spinning the old reocrds. It was like ants to sugar, my singing friends would show up and we would break into song. Most of us would gather at the DJ tent and sing along to records but then the mics would come out and we would sing like there was no tomorrow. Jimmie Ross (Jaggerz), Bill Dell (Wee Jams), Stuch Bogdon (El Rays), Bubba and Jibbo (Halos), Chuckie Townsend, Wayne Zollinger and Walt Lendl (Bloomfield Boys) and the list goes on. Just like the old street corner days, friends and lovers of the art would gather around to listen and before you knew it ... a cappella magic. Now it is rare to even get together ... I truly miss it ... Dahn on the Corner ... Harmony! Till tomorrow, stay safe, stay healthy, help a neighbor when you can ... and, GOD Bless!