Null:
I’m pretty
sure I knew the words to “Blueberry Hill,” before I had ever heard the song. I
have distinct memories of singing the song with my family at the dinner table
pre-elementary school. I figured it was one of those songs everyone knew like
“Old McDonald Had a Farm” or “Jingle Bells.” Of all the early piano-banging
rockers, Fats and Little Richard were my favorites. Fats had a great, soothing
quality to his voice and made undeniably catchy tunes. My favorite Fats song has
always been “Wait and See.” Rock and roll might have been a little different
without his New Orleans touch.
SoDak:
While I
never found thrills on blueberry hill, I was quite fascinated by what dreams
may come true there. Fats Domino’s version of “Blueberry Hill” is among the
earliest songs that I recall from childhood. His voice and piano were magical.
I remember seeing black-and-white footage of him playing this song on
television. He had a huge smile and seemed so happy singing. I watched his
hands pound out the rhythm, and I sang along with him. The horns on this song,
as with most of his, complemented his voice perfectly. The lyrics further
cemented a fascination of the connection between love, promises, heartbreak,
and memories. By all accounts, Fats Domino was a very modest person, who lived
most of his life in the neighborhood in which he grew up. His songs still bring
back nice memories of singing along to radio, whether it is “Blueberry Hill,”
“Ain’t That a Shame,” “I Can’t Go On (Rosalie),” “I Want to Walk You Home,” or
“I’m Walking.”
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