Jane Morgan, The Last Time I Saw Paris, Colpix 469, 1964
I never mean to pick on a 94 year old woman, but wow, Jane, this album of yours isn’t that good. It came about in the last moment when Rock N Roll was just one type of popular music. When people who had made a career recording professionally written songs by some of the great names of the American Songbook could still have a big selling album just because. It was a time when tastes were changing so fast that a psychedelic album cover could be used to try to sell a “good” music album, not one of those long haired records recorded by hooligans who recorded their own material.
Miss Morgan even explains her predicament, beginning her liner notes with the phrase “Although ‘good music’ is making comeback inroads on the popular music scene today…”, it never quite materialized for her…or anyone else of her genre outside of The Rat Pack or Bobby Vinton.
Instead of “Good Music” the buyers of Colpix 469 were subjected to the most banal recordings of French standards, needlessly and overly arranged by Nick Perito (whoever he was). They may have called their album “Meh, French Style”. I only really could find the strength to listen to side one, but I doubt side two would give me any desire to eat snails any more than side one had. Really, this record is only something to get for the cover, it kinda feels like Tammy Faye Bakker and Grace Slick meet Doris Day.
Cost: $2, $763 Remaining