When Russ Conway was famous

Today in Oxfam I bought an LP solely on the strength of its cover. A social history of Britain in the 1950s all in one picture. Here it is.DSC08232The record’s from 1958 and a decade on from the war we’re clearly still in the era of community singsongs where everyone will go to the pub and have a good old sing. Everyone is gazing fondly at the smiling piano player, apart from the woman sitting down on the right with her eyes closed in rapture. The man on the left in the green jumper and red tie is making eye contact with Russ – for it is he – while singing along enthusiastically but in a polite sort of way with whatever well known family favourite Russ is playing. The younger woman on the right in the red suit has her head  slightly inclined, perhaps looking at the pianist’s hands to see exactly what notes he’s playing. Because she probably plays a bit herself. Many people can and it’s by no means unusual to find an upright piano in many a front room. Meanwhile mine host, the landlord beams genially in the background. A singing pub is a happy pub. Good for business but never too rowdy and all nice songs. Not like that skiffle and teddy boy music he’s been reading about that makes people rip up cinema seats. Not round here thank you very much. Here’s ‘nice’ and always will be. And though it’s a mostly white world, there’s a black woman standing behind the man in the green jumper, singing and smiling like everyone else. What a wonderful world!

The record itself has clearly been well played. Itself the veteran of many a singsong round the radiogram at family parties. Look.

A well worn label and 'Long Playing Microgroove'
A well worn label and ‘Long Playing Microgroove’

And look at those songs. I bet if you were around in those days, even if you were only four years old like me, you can sing every word of every one of them.

Because when I was growing up, in the late 50s and early 60s, I thought Russ Conway was bigger that Frank Sinatra, Peggy Lee or Elvis Presley. And pretty much as famous as Cliff Richard. He was certainly all over the Light Programme on the radio. And when we got a TV he seemed to be the permanent guest on all the variety shows, particularly the Billy Cotton Bandshow that I’ve mentioned before on here. I don’t remember particularly liking his music but he always seemed a likeable enough bloke in himself.

Here he is, joking and then playing on, of course, the Billy Cotton Bandshow.

Nosing around on Google I’ve found a good deal more of Russ that shows him living his successful life in a Britain just getting used to the idea that prosperity might not in fact be a bit much for the likes of us.

Having a night out at the cinema.
Having a night out at the cinema.
Having a day out in the country.
Having a day out in the country.
Going to the funfair.
Going to the funfair.

Notice on these last two Russ is wearing the same yellow shirt. Might as well get his wear out of it. Prime Minister Harold MacMillan might well have been telling us we’ve ‘Never had it so good’ but it still pays to be a bit careful about things like casual clothes. I mean, they’re not proper clothes like suits and sports jackets are they?

And simply being famous.
And here is Russ in a suit, enjoying simply being famous.
It's a world where Russ, at least, is always surrounded by effortless style. Even on his singles.
It’s a world where Russ, at least, is always surrounded by effortless style. Even on his singles.

And what’s the music like, playing it now? Well I can hardly pretend it’s going to top of my particular pops all of the time. But actually it’s wonderful. As unpretentious as it’s possible to get, and gently infectious too. Fourth song in my toes were involuntarily tapping and the bells were indeed ringing ‘For me and my gal.’

I can remember once, when I’d got a bit older and forgotten about Russ Conway altogether, being mildly snooty about the cheery Cockney music of Chas and Dave. Something I now know I was entirely wrong about. Their music is quintessential working class music and a reminder that music doesn’t have to be all corporate and digitally protected. That music can be a collective joy, a binding agent between all sorts of different people, the flow and the very rhythm of life. And that’s how Russ Conway’s music is too.

And do you know what? As the years went by and ‘community’ became not at all about singsongs and all about ‘activism’ and ‘protest’ and ‘cohesion’ I never once thought about saying to any of the communities I’d then be involved with “Come on! What we need round here is a good community singsong. Let’s drag that piano into the street!”

So anyway then, come on:

“What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worthwhile.
So, pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag
And smile, smile, smile!”

One final joy, on getting the LP home, was to find this 1958 advert, still inside the sleeve.

Mm, think I'll send away for them!
Mm, think I’ll send away for them!

Only 1d. each and full of ‘gossip and jazz reviews.’ Rush me my monthly copies now.

Russ wasn’t alone in his piano-playing fame in those days. Variety programmes that didn’t feature him would always have one or other of Winifred Atwell or Gladys ‘Mrs’ Mills handling community singing duties from the piano stool. None of the 3 of them would ever sing of course. Their job was to keep rolling out the familiar melodies whilst beaming sideways at us lot. Our job, the community’s job, was the singing.Winifred-Atwell-The-World-Of-Wini-501649 Mrs-Mills-Music-For-Anytime-386152Even now there’s a band in London called the ‘Mrs Mills Experience’ I notice. So if you’re having a do you could do worse than getting in touch with them, I’d say.

 

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