We tuned in to a live radio concert one evening last week, and it was like transporting me back 20 odd years.It is hard to believe this American singer, composer and pianist is 74 (dob 13 03 1939) . He was belting out the old favourites from my childhood with the same gusto and enthusiasm as when Hubby and I went to see him in concert at The Arts Centre in Poole in the early 90s.
The company I worked for had a sports and social club, and sometimes complimentary tickets were made available to local businesses for such events.
He was amazing then, as he was last week on the radio.
I had a copy of “I go Ape”, a single that reached number 9 in the UK charts, but that probably belonged to my brother as I was only 2 or 3 at the time of its release.
Oh Carol, Breaking Up is Hard to do, One Way Ticket to the Blues, Little Devil, Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen were all records I grew up with, and hearing them all again, I found myself singing along as I could remember most of the words.
He wrote some classic ballads, including Solitaire (recorded by Andy Williams and The Carpenters), The Tra La Days are Over, The Hungry Years, Laughter in the Rain, but the song that has stayed with me since last week’s broadcast was “Going Nowhere”.
He gave it everything and it is still, in my opinion, one of the most powerful ballads of our era.
With David Bowie and Rod Stewart making comebacks in the charts, and Sirs Cliff and Elton John still going strong, I am hoping there will be a revival of Neil Sedaka’s music.
He deserves it. He deserves to have a new band of followers. He deserves the recognition for songs that he wrote, but did not record himself.