December 9, 2016

Something Wonderful: Counting My Blessings

Yes, this was sung and filmed within living memory. Seen now its textures, singers, tones, hues and the spirit of a confident culture give it a luminosity that cannot be recaptured no matter our wealth and technical capability. Yet it still has the capacity to soothe and comfort and uplift. It's a song in the affirmative. It would be nice to write and sing songs in that key again.

When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
So if you're worried and you can't sleep
Count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings

Posted by gerardvanderleun at December 9, 2016 10:44 PM
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Interesting commentary on the song. I kind of feel that way too about the America of my childhood, late 50s and pre revolution 60s.

Posted by: Jayne at December 10, 2016 5:10 AM

When I was a kid in the late '40s one of my chores was to help with the dinner dishes. So every week night I'd be at the sink drying as my mother washed and we would tune in to a short radio program with Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney. Together they would sing three or four songs and trade witty patter. It was the beginning of my musical education. In my late teens I came across an LP of Clooney singing the Ellington songbook. Sixty years later I still have that LP and I'm going to put it on the turntable as soon I start the breakfast dishes.

Posted by: Chuck at December 10, 2016 5:19 AM

One of my favorite songs from one of my favorite movies. Diana Krall does a nice version, too.

Posted by: Leslie at December 10, 2016 8:19 AM

More Whiteness!

Posted by: itor at December 10, 2016 11:10 AM

There's an old hymn:

When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost;
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.

Several simple verses long, sing it aloud and turn your mind over, regardless how out of tune your voice and heart may have been.

Posted by: raincityjazz at December 10, 2016 1:40 PM

The hope of the Hymn, "I heard the Bells on Christmas Day" is such a song that wondered if we'd ever sing of the good again. Grand story behind that hymn, as well.

"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep.
The wrong shall fail
The right prevail
With peace on Earth, good will to men."

Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at December 11, 2016 4:58 AM

Just got done watching the full movie. An annual tradition and we enjoy the reference to WW II. Also, it's just plain fun.

Posted by: Casey Klahn at December 11, 2016 9:51 PM