RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD SONG MOVIE
RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD SONG DRIVER

(It would’ve been a 7.) The other was the original sitar-driven version of “ Hooked On A Feeling,” which peaked at #5 in 1968. The first was with a slow-ambling white-soul cover of Hank Williams’ “ I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry,” which made it to #8 in 1966. Thomas had come out of Houston and played in bands since the early ’60s. And the song playing on the soundtrack during this reverie is “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head,” which ended up as the first #1 single of the ’70s.Īccording to various accounts, Bacharach offered the song first to the novelty-song specialist Ray Stevens, who didn’t like the movie, and then to Bob Dylan, who loves saying no to things. It’s a bucolic little hey-look-at-this-guy moment, an interlude before the story really gets rolling.

RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD SONG MOVIE

There’s not a lot of narrative function to that scene it’s mostly there to remind you that, yes, you are watching titanic movie star Paul Newman, and yes, he is very charming. He’s picked up a newfangled bicycle somewhere, and so he uses it to make her laugh, mugging and doing dumb stunts and finally pissing off a bull. We are, thankfully, a bounce-back industry.Īnd that too, thankfully, is DNA encoded.In The Number Ones, I’m reviewing every single #1 single in the history of the Billboard Hot 100, starting with the chart’s beginning, in 1958, and working my way up into the present.Ī little ways into George Roy Hill’s revisionist Western Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid, the highest-grossing movie of 1969, there’s a scene where Paul Newman’s Butch, celebrating after a successful robbery, goes to visit his schoolteacher girlfriend. You have to bounce back think of a new script, get another director, another client. The film is rejected, the budget a pittance, the launch is delayed.Īnd there’s no luxury of being down and staying down. The account managers hope that the client’s plans remain on schedule, that the campaign will launch as had been originally planned, and that the payments come through as required. If the client approves, the CDs hope for a budget that will allow them to shoot with the director of their choice, with the models of their choice and at locations of their choice. Creative directors bust their asses and come up with ideas that they hope the client will like. It’s not that tough, in our industry, to have hope. We need to hope that the industry grows at a rate that affords senior management in adland the confidence to not downsize and, hopefully, to resume recruitment. We need to hope that marketers will launch new products and continue hawking existing ones. In our little world of advertising and media, we need to hope that the consumer starts spending again. We need to hope that we have a stable government after the general elections.

We need to hope that the Sensex bounces back. We need to hope that the economy will perk up.

RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD SONG DRIVER

To cut a long story short (actually the original story isn’t too long), the villagers resist and overcome the ruler because his ban took away Love, Freedom, Valour and Hope, words that meant a lot to them.Īt times of distress such as the present, it’s the only driver we have. A little known book by James Thurber, called The Wonderful O, in which a despotic ruler hates the letter ‘O’ and bans everything that looks like it and all words that contain the offending letter. Which brings me to another book I grew up with. The difference is, I see tomorrow from a perspective that is distinctly rose-tinted. See the world and the economy and the downturn and the layoffs and the terror as they are. Even if it’s a book written for children.Īnd my father insisting that there were ‘no problems, only solutions.’Ī lot of you might argue that it’s better, at times like this, being a realist. We were taught it at school, and every time this sentence came up it raised a smile or a chortle from the entire classroom.Īnd Georgette Heyer, (yes, I read her as well) in a book I can’t remember the name of, saying ‘we shall contrive’.Īnd Eleanor Porter’s Pollyanna playing ‘the glad game.’ I play the game every single day of my life. Reading included Charles Dickens I loved Micawber’s ‘something will turn up’ in David Copperfield. I grew up with Raindrops keep falling on my head, where ‘The blues they sent to greet me won’t defeat me it won’t be long till happiness steps out to greet me.’ The optimism is sort of DNA encoded in me, dictated by the people I grew up with, especially my father, the books that I read, the music that I listened to – and, perhaps, by the times that we then lived in. Those of you who know me for any length of time will acknowledge that I’m an eternal optimist. And the present gloom reminds me of this wonderful song.

Raindrops keep falling on my head song