Baby, How Can It Be? (Songs of Love, Lust & Contempt from the 1920s & 30s)
3 CDs + booklet in an 8-panel cardboard case.
Subtitled: Songs Of Love, Lust And Contempt From The 1920s And 1930s. Three CDs of music about love, lust and contempt from the 1920s and 1930s. Three CDs from the 78 rpm record collection of John Heneghan with liner notes by Nick Tosches and several illustrations by R. Crumb.
"This is a trove of delights, many of which will be new to even the furthest gone among us ... Like the man says, love is a many-splendored thing. Those who have it, had it, or hold vague memories of something like it. Those who have yearned and pined for it. Those who have thrown it away, or cried over it, or are incapable of it. Those who have killed themselves or others or both over it. Everybody knows that what the man says is true. No wonder there have been so many songs about it, going way back, all the way back to the Song of Songs, or the Song of Solomon, or whatever the hell you want to call it, and before that even ... As is commonly recognized, or so at least it should be stated for matters at hand, the 1920s and 1930s represented the golden age of the love song. Baby, How Can It Be? Songs Of Love, Lust And Contempt -- don't forget that odi-et-amo angle -- From The 1920s And 1930s reflects that age of gold resplendently. Chosen from the collection of John Heneghan, the 66 recordings here are alive with more cooing, kissing, cupidity, cussing, and killing than lifetimes of longing, heavenly and demonic, could ever aspire to. Talk about a handful of young roe and its discontents. As them Hebe smut-hounds of old used to say, you ain't heard nothin' yet." --Nick Tosches, from the liner notes.
Baby, How Can It Be?- Bo Carter
"This is a trove of delights, many of which will be new to even the furthest gone among us ... Like the man says, love is a many-splendored thing. Those who have it, had it, or hold vague memories of something like it. Those who have yearned and pined for it. Those who have thrown it away, or cried over it, or are incapable of it. Those who have killed themselves or others or both over it. Everybody knows that what the man says is true. No wonder there have been so many songs about it, going way back, all the way back to the Song of Songs, or the Song of Solomon, or whatever the hell you want to call it, and before that even ... As is commonly recognized, or so at least it should be stated for matters at hand, the 1920s and 1930s represented the golden age of the love song. Baby, How Can It Be? Songs Of Love, Lust And Contempt -- don't forget that odi-et-amo angle -- From The 1920s And 1930s reflects that age of gold resplendently. Chosen from the collection of John Heneghan, the 66 recordings here are alive with more cooing, kissing, cupidity, cussing, and killing than lifetimes of longing, heavenly and demonic, could ever aspire to. Talk about a handful of young roe and its discontents. As them Hebe smut-hounds of old used to say, you ain't heard nothin' yet." --Nick Tosches, from the liner notes.
