Newspaper article St Louis Post-Dispatch (MO)

Making Sense of Music from Another Time

Newspaper article St Louis Post-Dispatch (MO)

Making Sense of Music from Another Time

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Ann Landers is on vacation. Here is a repeat of one of her favorite columns.

Dear Ann Landers: I am getting pretty fed up with all the knocks from people of your generation who seem to think our music is crazy. My grandparents are just about your age. They gave me some record albums that they thought were terrific in their day.

The lyrics made no sense at all. What is a "Flat-Foot Floogie With a Floy Floy"? Then there was one about "Three Little Fishies in an Iddy-Biddy Pool." The craziest one was "Beat Me, Daddy, I Ate the Bar." How about translating some of this gobbledygook? Or don't you know what I'm talking about? BORN IN 1963

I know exactly what you're talking about. The name of that last number is "Beat Me Daddy, Eight to the Bar."

Don't ask me what it means. It didn't make a lot of sense then and makes even less sense now. Some of those lyrics of the '40s were wiggy, but every generation has its lunatic fringe. We had ours, and you have yours.

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Dear Ann Landers: I wrote this poem to help me sweat out my finals. …

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