Throwback Thursday: The Happenings, “Go Away, Little Girl”

Mary B over at Jingle Jangle Jungle has another blog hop going called "Throwback Thursday," where you play a song from the ’50’s, ’60’s, ’70’s, or ’80’s, as implied by the badge above. I think I’ll play along, what do you say?

"Go Away, Little Girl" was written by Gerry Goffin and Carole King and first recorded by Bobby Vee in 1962. Bobby’s cover didn’t make it into the Top 20, but three versions did: by Steve Lawrence (#1, 1963), Donny Osmond (#1, 1971), and the featured version, by The Happenings, which reached #12 in 1966.

I picked this one because I was listening to the commercial-free "’60’s Hits" channel on TuneIn and it came up. My first reaction when I heard it was "I didn’t know The Four Seasons covered this!" I looked it up on Wikipedia and discovered that it wasn’t The Four Seasons, but The Happenings. I had made that same mistake some years ago with "See You In September," with which The Haps had a #3 hit before this song in ’66. The Happenings are a Northern New Jersey band (from Paterson) like The Four Seasons (from Newark), which no doubt explains the similarity in sound.

Time to bug out for the dugout and blow this pop stand (as Ron Riley used to say).

Writers’ Workshop: I’m Here!

I’m moving a little slow here. All week I’ve been able to get the posts for the day all done and scheduled for the wee hours of the morning, but I’ve had so much blog stuff going on right now that I finally decided to do this the day it was due. Deadlines are more internal now than they were when I was working.

I had a weird situation with deadlines a few years ago, with the company I worked for when I had my stroke. I got an email one afternoon from my boss asking me if I had finished a project, along with the email where he had assigned it to me. I was in a panic, digging through my deleted mail looking for the email. When I couldn’t find it, I looked at the people and groups the forwarded email went to, and I wasn’t listed. I checked the distribution groups that were on the email, and discovered that I wasn’t on any of them. Understand, with that company, you didn’t get on a distribution until your manager contacted the system administrator and asked him to add you.

Now, I was indignant. I had asked him no fewer than three times to add me to the distribution for my department, and he still hadn’t added me. I wrote back to him and said something like this: Mark, I apologize, but I never received this email. Had I been added to the Support distribution, I would have gotten this and started it immediately, but since this is the first I heard of it, I haven’t had a chance. There was a lot more I wanted to say, like "if it was that important, you should have called me or at least put my name in the ‘To:’ field so you’d be sure I got it. Maybe now you’ll add me to the Support distribution like I asked you to do at least three times. Bonehead." What killed me was that he never called to apologize or even acknowledged the email I sent in reply. I thought I was going to have another stroke.

What all the forgoing had to do with "slow," I don’t know, but you have to admit, it was a pretty good story.

Weekly Song Challenge, Week 9

Time once again for Mary B’s Weekly Song Challenge! She gives the prompts, we give the songs.

Song about an Angel: Madonna, "Angel" (I know, too easy)

Song with bad grammar in the title: Blues Magoos, "We Ain’t Got Nothin’ Yet" (Haven’t thought of this in a while…)

Song with A Number: Glenn Miller & His Orchestra, "Pennsylvania 6-5000" (The phone number of the Café Rouge at the Pennsylvania Hotel, where many big bands played)

Color me gone…

Another #1LinerWeds Quote!

I had already done a One-Liner Wednesday post, but I was reading Scott Adams’s book How To Fail At Everything And Still Come Out On Top: Kind Of The Story Of My Life, saw this line, and said "you know, I should use that on One-Liner Wednesday." Then, Birgit made a comment to which this was a perfect response. Thanks, Birgit!


One-Liner Wednesday is brought to you by Linda Hill and this station. Now a word about Chiffon Margarine. If you think it’s butter, but it’s not, it’s Chiffon!