[Dixielandjazz] Eddie Fisher, a bit off topic but...

[Harry Callaghan]

Anytime someone makes reference to the good old days of live TV, I am
always reminded of a Timex commercial that former NBC newscaster John
Cameron Swazee did during a Frank Sinatra show.

A Timex watch was affixed to the blade of an outboard motor which was
mounted
on the side of a huge clear glass water tank.

The motor was fired up and the force of the blade caused the watch to drop
off and
 sink to the bottom of the tank.

I believe that Swazee at least made a vain effort to retrieve it but his arm
wasn't
long enough.

In true "show must go on tradition" he turned to the camera and said,

"Well, If I could reach it, I would show you that Timex takes a licking and
keeps on
ticking..........and we now return you to the Frank Sinatra Show"

HC


On 9/28/10, Robert Ringwald <rsr at ringwald.com> wrote:
>
> Eddie Fisher in 1955, loses the words and beat on the bridge.  He is also
> not singing the right notes on the 5th 6th 13th and 14th measures of the
> chorus.
>
> What a mess!  He starts on the right beat but loses it on the bridge.
>
> Fun to watch though.  This is what we miss now a days without actual, real
> live TV.
> We've all had days like that.  But, on National TV???
>
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybDEjdVAML8
>
>
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