Friday, July 07, 2017
Once upon a time not so very long ago, John Landers, a song collector was wandering the land of Google when he tumbled across this blog and sent the above picture. He wondered if I was hip to the swinging version of "Washington, DC. My Hometown."
Yes, D.C., there is a song. Made for our area radio station WWDC to be exact.
Back in the early 1960s, the mad men of the Production Advertising Merchandising Service came up with the bright idea of making customized "My Hometown" songs for local radio stations. The musical format for each town is basically the same with local attractions plugged into the lyrics.
"The Red Sox and Celtics have both brought Boston fame.
Drive on in on Route Number Nine, you'll be glad you came."
Terry Lee Jenkins seems to have done all the vocals, and I swear to god the band could be our own Hula Monsters, but these ditties were produced long before their time. Thanks to Youtube you can hear the ones made for PAMS Birmingham, WCAO Baltimore, WPLO Atlanta, KXOL Fort Worth, Chattanooga, and WCOP Boston.
Sadly Washington's version seems to be lost in the mists of time. I contacted WWDC, but had no luck with their archives. Please let us know if you have the digital or the vinyl. Otherwise we'll have to make up our own words....
Monday, April 03, 2017
It might be Opening Day 2017, but in 1929 my mother and her little brother Roger lived in the Broadmoor on Connecticut Avenue. Their parents were the building's first managers, and that brought unexpected perks. The first floor had a beauty shop, and a big dining room. My mother had never had sherbet, and it wasn't served as dessert, but between courses. She was down with that. Then there was a private little school bus to take the kids to John Eaton. And sometimes free passes for movies at the Avalon. But best of all, my mother remembers a lot of Senators. Not so much politicians, but real live baseball players. In the house! The whole family got to go to games at Griffith Stadium. (By the way that dude in the tie is her grandfather, John Bailey, who was born in 1868.)
I grew up trooping up to Baltimore for games since DC lost its team in 1971. I still have a warm spot for the "O's," and miss Memorial Stadium where Earl Weaver tended his tomato plants when he wasn't coaching the team. And it was affordable. If memory serves me, I think it was a dollar for a bag of peanuts on the way in and five for a bleacher seat. WHAT? Even I can't believe it. Things have come full circle now with a team back in town and a new ball park on the Anacostia. Last year my son was lucky enough to land Nats tickets from a friend and rode his bike to the game. but, boy, got to save up for that hotdog.