Featuring STADIUM MEMORIAL
Award-winning singer-songwriter Barry Feldman's 4-song
cassette, The Ballpark Songs, includes the following:
STADIUM MEMORIALODE TO THE O'S
(ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN IN) FENWAY PARK
ORIOLE MEMORIAL STADIUM BLUES
Musicians, descriptions, lyrics, and mail ordering information are shown
below. All songs are registered with ASCAP and Copyright by Barry Feldman.
Recordings of each of these songs are on file at the music library of the
National Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York.
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ODE TO THE O'S
A pop/R & R testament to the perennial pennant drives and competitive
resilience of Barry's hometown franchise, replete with the names or nicknames
of at least 60 Orioles, past and present, great or forgotten, plus a genial
put-down of every other major league team (except, for mercy's sake, the
Chicago Cubs).
With the following musical lineup, including some of Washington, D.C.'s musical
all-stars:
1 JCastle 1B
2 JCollins pno
3 BFeldman vcl
4 RHolloway sax
5 SusJones viol
6 RMacGruder drms
7 BFeldfellow gtr
8 GBrezinski eng1
9 BAllen ph-eng
ODE TO THE O'S
Words & Music Copyright by Barry Feldman (ASCAP)
Can't count these days on nothin at all
'Cept in Baltimore, if you believe in baseball
Sure things can shatter or just fly away
But the Birds always come back no matter what the experts say
Well you could look it up--in this life one truth is sound
Always look out for the O's when each Fall comes around
In these days when you can't count on last Fall's clothes
When the rays of the sun dim and fickle wind blows
In these days when a rose ain't a rose ain't a rose
Never count out the O's for October
Cardinals and Blue Jays'll fly south in the Fall
Yankees go with 'em and the Giants get small
The Braves run away and the Rangers need guns
Expos are no shows and the Padres are nones
The Phillies they wheeze and the Tigers meow
The Mariners sink and the Brewers get ploughed
White Sox and Red Sox should try playin with shoes
Royals get flushed and the Reds get the blues
The Dodgers get drafted and the Indians get jived
The Astros still think they're the Colt 45's
The Twins are just babies; Pirates just tinkerbelles
Well the Mets play like pets and the Angels like
Hey but these days when you can't count on last Fall's clothes
When the rays of the sun dim and fickle wind blows
In these days when a rose ain't a rose ain't a rose
Never count out the O's for October
O Robinsons Frank or Brooks, Billy or Brother Loes
Ripkens Hansens Belangers or Aparicios
Flanagans McGregors McNallys or Cuellars Triandos Moes or Titos
Never count out the O's for October
Fishers Barbers Boddickers Millers Weavers Palmers Portocarreros
Dempseys Estradas Sheets Sakatas Johnsons Stones or Steferos
Eddies Freddies Singies Tippies Boogs or Bees Sugar Bears Turkey Necks Rhinos or Crows
Never count out the O's for October
Olsons Kellys Altobellis Blairs Adairs Milackis Orsulaks Wilhelms Dropos
Bradleys Ballards Bauers Dauers Gentiles Ginsbergs or Gonzos
Harnisches Tettletons Milligans Worthingtons Williamsons Trabes Devereaux
Never count out the O's for October
Aw in these days when you can't count on last Fall's clothes
When the rays of the sun dim and fickle wind blows
In these days when a rose ain't a rose ain't a rose
Never count ut the O's for October
Oh never count out the O's for October
O's never count out the O's for October
Always look out for the O's by October
O's O's never count out the O's for October
(Update below)
(UPDATE)
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Words & Music Copyright by Barry Feldman
(New additions in CAPS)
O Robinsons Frank or Brooks, Billy or Brother Loes
Ripkens Hansens Belangers or Aparicios
Flanagans McGregors McNallys or Cuellars Triandos Moes DEVEREAUX
Never count out the O's for October
Fishers Barbers Boddickers Millers MYERS DWYERS Palmers PALMEIROS
Dempseys Estradas Stones Sakatas Johnsons RHODES or ROBERTOS
Eddies Freddies Singies Tippies Boogs or Bees Sugar Bears Turkey Necks Rhinos
or Crows
Never count out the O's for October
Olsons Chitos SURHOFFS Titos Kellys Altobellis Blairs Adairs KEYS OROSCOS
Weavers Bauers Gentiles Dauers DAVISES HAMMONDS ARMANDOS
MUSSINAS Milligans ERICKSONS Orsulaks ANDERSONS HOILES GERONIMOooos
Never count out the O's for October
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HOME
(ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN IN)
FENWAY PARK>
A wry portrayal of the venerable, idiosyncratic (and now, sadly, threatened)
arena as a wistful symbol of eternal hope. Musically, sort of a dixieland
blues ballad, with inspiration from Hoagy Carmichael and Tom Waits, among
others.
The players:
1 JCastle bss
2 MCollins pno
3 JConverse tuba
4 BFeldman vcl/gtr
5 GGregg clarinet
6 RMacGruder drms
7 DRobinson cornet
8 JRudes synthszr
9 SWelch trombone
(ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN IN)
FENWAY PARK
Words & Music Copyright by Barry Feldman (ASCAP)
You been havin some laughs
At your own expense
Thinkin bout champagne
With your back to the fence
Well you been swingin
And missin
Time after time
Well you're ready
To face em
But they throw you stuff
That won't look you in the eye
Aw but anything
Can happen
In Fenway Park
If you're lookin
Like a loser
And it's way after dark
Remember anything
Can happen
In Fenway Park
No matter How far down
You are
Don't you know that it seems
That things have been fallin
Out of the sky
Seems like some huge wall
Is blockin you ev'ry time
Once you were winnin
With such style and such grace
Well you just know
You could get home
If you only could remember
How to get to first base
Aw but anything
Can happen
In Fenway Park
If they're callin you
A cab
And it's way
After dark
Remember anything
Can happen
In Fenway Park
No matter
How far down
You are
Aw anything can happen
In Fenway Park
If you got no one
Left clappin
And it's way
After dark
Remember anything
Can happen
In Fenway Park
For you
Play on
Play on
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ORIOLE MEMORIAL STADIUM BLUES
A glimpse at the traumatic side of fandom. Unaccustomed to losing, an exasperated
fan laments a season that turned unexpectedly frustrating. Designed to provide
a means of coping with Oriole-related depression and hysteria.
With Baltimore-based musiciians Neddie Braz on keyboards, Jupiter Feldman
on drums, Barry Feldman on vocal and guitar, and Art Fox supplying bass plus
an amusing "Taps" solo on a stadium-horn-like slide trombone.
ORIOLE MEMORIAL STADIUM BLUES
Sample Words & Music Copyright by Barry Feldamn (ASCAP)
Twilight in the upper deck
You can't hear a sound
Watchin as that big ol'
Orange ball goes down
First came shock, then came
More shock
At the losses of those so true
Then came the Oriole Memorial
Stadium Blues
Feel a weight on my shoulder
Taste a tear in my beer
Winter chill's comin on
And the Colts aren't even here
Season's gone yet here I wait
For the O's to rally soon
I got a bad case of Memorial
Stadium Blues
I've run up and down the aisles
Banged my head on ev'ry seat
I've eaten twenty-seven hot dogs
Just to try and soothe my grief
Well Mariner and Cub fans
They've learned how to lose
But I've got Oriole Memorial
Stadium Blues
I don't know what went wrong so fast
Don't know who's to blame
But now I sure know how this ballpark
Got its name
Yet I still know I'll be back next Spring
But right now leave me to
my Oriole Memorial
Stadium Blues
O-wo-woe-oh-ow-oh-O's
No I mean yeah
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STADIUM MEMORIAL
A eulogy of Memorial Stadium--a personal and historical tribute, describing
how characteristics of the ballpark itself might have informed the character
of its teams (Orioles and Colts) and the spirit of all who entered its
confines.
A solo performance by Barry Feldman on vocal and 12-string guitar.
STADIUM MEMORIAL
Sample Words & Music Copyright by Barry Feldman (ASCAP)
No doubt the new ballpark's gonna be perfect
Best of each vintage all rolled into one
They'll never call this old park one of the greatest
Nor complain real loud when its playin days are done
But when I dream of baseball
It's always set here
Gonna miss you Memorial Stadium
Gonna miss you Memorial Stadium
When I dream of baseball
It'll always be set here
Climbing up winding steep ramps never ending
But halfway up there is that first glimpse of green
On a field spread so gracefully it was no wonder
That one graceful fielder grew after another
Six shining shortstops
One third baseman sublime
Gonna miss you Memorial Stadium
Gonna miss you Memorial Stadium
All my dreams of baseball
Will always be set here
Was there ever a roar like the roar in this
horseshoe
When the Colts broke their huddle and set each
fist down
The crowd was one heartbeat in the cold twilight drizzle
All eyes a-lighted by that fertile
ground
Where 19 dropped back, 82 cut left
24 broke
clear
Gonna miss you Memorial Stadium
Gonna miss you Memorial
Stadium
All my dreams of football
Will always be set
here
Cramped under these rafters
You can't see the high flies
But everyone runs here whenever it rains
And out past the low fence
There's no skyline, just sky
You could see all the way to Pennsylvania
And a bird spreads its wings
On the orange horizon
I miss you Memorial Stadium
I miss you Memorial Stadium
When I dream of baseball
It'll always be set there