Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Aye Aye Jimmy

A couple of posts back I posted a video of this song performed by the composer.

My good friend Cecil posted the following comment; 


"This could have been written for two oul scarred and gnarled pals who continually bob to the surface, regardless of what goes on behind the scenes, eh?

One small gripe. I'd rather hear you sing your version."




So here it is.

20 comments:

  1. [Off topic. I had a dream last night that I was on a plane and Chef and his wife were sitting in the row in front of me! I'm not kidding! What the HELL is that about?! They turned around and we chatted so I know what he looks like. Yikes.]

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    1. Not a pretty sight, not even for a man living in NYC to comprehend, eh?

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    2. Have you been drinking that cheap yankee whiskey again Mr.C.?

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  2. I was proven right once again. Your singing voice is pure dead brilliant. You sing it far better than your man ever did. I don't praise you often oul son, it's not in me to pat a simple man on the head and tell him 'well done'. However... somewhere on the dash of the oul trusty Transit tucked away behind paper coffee cups, broken hammers, chisels, Ginsters wrappers and dog-eared copies of the daily red tops, is an empty CD case. The CD itself is permanently on for all to hear. Tis a wee copy the young fella burned for me with all your songs on it. Hah! You didn't know that, eh?

    If you ever need a manager.... I cannae make you as big as Mr Sinatra, but I'll take you down a similar road, which is still better than a cul-de-sac.

    Anybody know where I can borrow a horses head?

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    1. Aw ta pal. I would be honoured to be represented by one such as yourself.

      Tis a cassette player we have in the Band Transit! :¬)

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    2. So if Chef is your Manager, does that mean Ponita and I are still your P.R. firm? :)

      What a wonderfully relaxing sound after an afternoon of running more errands than I had time. Feeling centered and mellow again, thanks!

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    3. What a compliment! Thank you my dear hope! :¬)

      xxx

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  3. I left a comment earlier that seems to have vanished or never posted. Your singing really is a treat. God bless the internet for bringing your voice into my dining room.

    I had a dream last night that Chef and his wife were sitting in the row in front of me on a plane. He turned around a we chatted so now I know what he looks like. For real! I wonder what Dr. Freud would say?

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    1. Apologies, bad housekeeping on my part, it shall not happen again.

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  4. It wasn't a dream my friend, we chatted for hours until you passed out due to the amount of alcohol consumed. Not before, however, you signed off on a small personal loan, of which the first payment is now overdue. My representatives will call on you first thing in the morning.

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    1. I wouldn't say the episode upset me exactly but can you imagine a less likely scenario to have crept into my nocturnal hiccups? I can't! Why? Why?!

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    2. I can imagine MANY less likely scenarios my friend, but lets not go there. :¬)

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    3. How many people do you think have seen my pretty face looking down at them in the wee small hours and wished it WAS a dream eh Máirtín?

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    4. Yes! Please, don't EVER let me have that experience again eh? At the very least keep yer undercrackers on!

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  5. Great version, Mr. Cheen. I wonder when will we dance that lovely Tennessee Waltz **claps enthusiastically**

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    1. It would be my pleasure dear lady. :¬)

      xxx

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  6. Right so, kick off is at the stroke of 3, put on your coat and cut along to the Gallowgate. Time yet for a belly full of gold before we see off the Hibs men in paradise on this grand day.

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  7. I've just this week inherited a fine leather jaicket, so don't wear yours or we'll look like Arnie & the wee DeVito in 'Twins'.

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  8. But Danny DeVito doesn't sing, Mr Cheen. At least not as beautifully as you do! ;)

    PD.- Most honoured to be in your bloglist, sir! I follow you as well!

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