The other evening I went to the historic theatre to see the movie Bells are Ringing. I’m thinking the play was performed when I was in high school, but I can’t find the box of my teenage keepsakes to verify what year.
Well, the original play was written before I was born, and the movie before I came of age for Kindergarten, so it has probably been done on stages all over the place in the last 50 years.
This was the first time I’ve seen the movie. Dean Martin got top billing, but we didn’t even see him until halfway through. Judy Holliday was the real star. Following along within the plot, due to a misunderstanding, she is alone in the park and singing “The Party’s Over”.
As I mentioned, I’ve heard the songs from the play/movie before. But this scene, of a blonde woman didn’t match up properly with my memories of this particular song. All the walk home, I kept humming the tune, and seeing someone with darker, more bouncy hair in my mind’s eye.
I came over to the computer and looked up “The Party’s Over”. There is more than one song with that title in the web world. But thank goodness I do have the Internet at my fingertips.
It came time to go to bed.
There’s a story in the Bible about the woman who turned her house upside down looking all over for one missing coin. I have often related to the crazy, obsessed woman, with her need to find the one item she is so sure will turn up. I have another story about a teal colored (still missing) sock I should tell you about.
Off and on over Saturday, using two different search engines, I clicked hopefully on likely links.
Then the name Shirley Bassey caught my eye.
I went over to her website.
This was fast becoming more than a shadow of a childhood memory. This was giving me goosebumps.
Under Discography, this album jumped for attention
Oh, my goodness, my dad had this album. Its release date was 1959.
Sure enough, “The Party’s Over” is on the song list.
so now I had a name to go on. and several biography sites.
And lastly a YouTube film clip
By the time Shirley’s done singing, I’m crying.
~~love and Huggs, Diane