« English Cities in the 1970s | Main | Top-level defection »

July 29, 2016


Martin Adamson

Funnily enough, I was listening to one of his albums just the other day, Jackie at the Copa, 1962. A relic of the day when all black stars, no matter where they started, aspired to break through into mainstream showbiz, complete with comedy routines and autobiographical medleys.


Mick H

From that AllMusic link: - "He sounds like an over-the-top lounge lizard throughout much of the proceedings..."

Oh well.

sackcloth and ashes

That's a more up-tempo version than I remember.

This is quite a bitter-sweet song for me, as it reminds me of a woman I loved ten years ago.

Recruiting Animal

Here's Jackie singing My Yiddische Mamela.

It looks like his interest in religious life didn't help him in any way. Wikipedia says he was an inveterate womanizer, divorced many times and was robbed by his record company.

The comments to this entry are closed.