A plaque remaining from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem.

Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006.

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Entry from November 18, 2004
“Boy From New York City” (1965)
Finally, a song about me.

This song was a hit for the Ad Libs in 1965, and then for the Manhattan Transfer in 1981.

http://www.oldies.com/artist/view.cfm/id_3214.html
Description by Oldies.com:
Best known for their 1965 hit, "The Boy from New York City", the vocal group The Ad Libs are joined on this disc by other artists who recorded for the Red Bird and Blue Cat labels.

http://www.telarc.com/biography/bios.asp?aid=163
http://www.telarc.com/biography/bios.asp?aid=163
In 1981, The Manhattan Transfer became the first pop group to win Grammy Awards in both pop and jazz categories the same year. "Boy From New York City," which broke into the top ten on the pop charts, garnered them the award for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal, and "Until I Met You (Corner Pocket)" earned them a Grammy for Best Jazz Performance, Duo or Group. Both of these appeared on the combo's fifth outing, Mecca for Moderns.

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/manhattan-transfer/87481.html
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from new york city
Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty
Tell us about the boy from new york city

He's kind of tall
He's really fine
Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine
And he's neat
And oh so sweet
And just the way he looked at me
He swept me off my feet
Ooo whee, you ought to come and see
How he walks
And how he talks

Posted by Barry Popik
Music/Dance/Theatre/Film • (0) Comments • Thursday, November 18, 2004 • Permalink