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What's your opinion on Jim Reeves?

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Bbbananas | 16:24 Wed 22nd Dec 2010 | ChatterBank
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Distant Drums is on the radio - reminds me of when I was a child & dad used to play Jim Reeves records. And whatever my dad loved, then I loved. Bimbo where's your little daddy-o, I Love You Because and I Won't Forget You..... pure nostalgia.

I didn't quite realise the poignancy at the time though, of dad playing "He'll Have To Go" to my mother - at the time she was having it away with the primary school headmaster. I think that was his way of letting my mother know her secret wasn't so secret.....
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Jim reeves fitted my bedroom carpet.
LOVE Distant Drums, what a song... am going to youtube it so I can listen to it...
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Really?
Did he have one of those carpet stretchers? Very hard on the knees those....
Similarly, my mum played his records all the time - so nostalgia here too.
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My late mother was a Jim Reeves fan too and I still sing aong when I hear the 'odd tune' - I suppose it's a way of remembering mam. I actually sang Distant Drums on the karaoke at my silver wedding do!
Lovely gentle voice. I rather like him - him and Matt Monroe sort of have lots of lovely memories.

I find I am thinking back to past times at the moment - probably Christmas. My Mum's picture is and always will be my desktop picture. She has a wry smile on her face. Taken just a month before she died. She loved Jim Reeves. I now have made myself feel all weepy!!
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Im actually listening to his song - I Love you because... and sorry to p!ss people off but I think its beautiful to walk down the aisle to..... lol sorry!
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Ah Lotts, didn't mean to make you cry.
That's the trouble with nostalgia.... too darn nostalgic.

Go and have a cyber cuddle with mr vibes x
Me too, Lofty
The songs that parents played all the time when we were young and that we thought we just so naf; they're the ones that just break me up when I hear them! My mum loved Val Dounigan (sp) and Des O'Connor!
No Salla, the trouble with nostalgia is that it isn't what it used to be!
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good one yorkie!

My mum used to love Englebert Humperdinck - I have to admit I have a penchant for old Bert... his dance album is brilliant!!!
God help my kids then, Maggot - they'll be nuts listening to Black Sabbath after i've gone!!!!!!!
That cyber cuddle was really good!! I'll be back for more ;o)

Perry Como is another one that brings back memories and the wonderful Nat King Cole!!

However, my Mum was a real entertainer and social animal and didn't miss any opportunities to get up and sing herself.

She actually was a beautiful lady in her time with a lovely voice. Oh why do we have to get old!!
that so sad salla
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stEjTFMb940
Hah, if we didn't get old who would the kids feel superior to?
Ha ha Welsh.

Me and my son have the same music tastes believe it or not!!

Salla My Grandmother adored Englebert. Mum liked Tom Jones. I actually still like Tom Jones, especially the style of music he is doing now - brilliant.
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Sad yes tambo, but I am pleased to say it eventually resolved - but the whole saga did involve a shotgun, my hysteria at possible parting fro my dad, the head being sacked in disgrace and a skegness railway station reconciliation...

They went on to have another son, my brother, and have now been married 58 years. I doubt either of them know that I remember the whole thing very vividly. I was 8.

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