One Meatball, and Love
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We think of what we love today and what I
love are people and what they can do.
And a whole generation of Jewish immigrants,
mostly from the Bronx or Brooklyn or Queens
who did so much in graceful ways. Hy Zaret the difficult
lyricist who told Alex North he was too busy painting his
house to write the lyrics for Unchained Melody and then
he did. Lou Singer from the Bronx whose brother Al was
one of the creators of Name That Tune. Lou Singer who
went to his friend Hy Zaret, difficulties notwithstanding,
and said People Are Poor. Let’s write a song. And they
wrote One Meatball.
I’ve loved this song ever since I first heard it on a Weavers album.
Small poetic world we live in. An ukulele group I play (and sing) with, does this song-story.