The New Yorker is running a series of music pieces where various writers pick their “Song of the Summer.” I applaud it in the sense that it will get some unusual material written about in the mag, but really the underlying concept is a square circle. The “Song of the Summer” has to be a hit that embodies a mass audience experience of the season, and that sort of collective identity through pop tunes is extinct, presumably for the foreseeable future.
But hey, I wanna get in on the fun.
This morning, I was so zapped by a sudden exposure to an old fave that I’ve declared it my “Song of the Summer”: Patsy Montana’s biggest hit, “I Wanna Be a Cowboy’s Sweetheart” (1935). Patsy (actually from Arkansas) starts with some truly wild and wolfly yodeling and the whole number is a nonstop clever cavort —
My second-favorite “version” of this tune, btw, is a wacky rewrite sung by Preston Blair’s pure-sex Toon beauty Red in Tex Avery’s lunatic “Wild and Woolfy” (1945).
Patsy doesn’t get any spot in the credits, which is too bad, but her own number was a pretty straight lift from “Texas Plains,” so …
P.S: Yet more confirmation that Tex Avery was a natural Surrealist.
PS: PS: I do have to add that only a bunch who have kicked dogs hard would know how to do the whining-reaction of the obedience-cowboy. Probably mysterious to most folks today.