Thank you.
It's so nice to have you on our stage, and I understand tonight that something new has
been added, that your son, Fred Jr., is with the-
That's right.
How's he getting along with the combination?
Well, he does all right, you know, these father-son disagreements.
I'm sure he thinks that youth knows better about it than maturity, but for instance,
the other night, we were singing a very lovely song like this.
We were getting along fine, and all of a sudden, he interrupted me.
He said,
Dad, try to understand.
I like this.
It's very nice, but it's kind of old-fashioned.
You've got to get with it.
Sing these popular songs with a real fast beat.
Fast?
Yes.
You been eating garlic tonight?
No.
This is a popular song.
Bing sings that song that way.
Yeah.
Gary would sing this song this way.
I must admit, it's popular and loud.
What about a remember song?
Remember?
Yeah.
Remember the night that I took-
Oh, my gang sings this one, too.
Well, that's that.
The moon appears deep within the town.
The day we tore the goalpost down.
We will have these moments to remember.
Another night, another day.
They guide us on a different way.
We will have these moments to remember.
Touching.
Heart-rending.
Ear-splitting.
But fun.
Yes, it is.
But I think songs of sentiment, Fred,
should be sung with a heartbeat, not a foot beat.
Here's what I mean.
You go over there and listen.
Remember we found a lonely spot.
And after I learned to care a lot.
You promised that you'd forget when I'm gone.
But you forgot to remember.
Remember, remember.
Remember, remember.
Remember.
Actually, actually songs are written to be sung, and they should be sung from the heart.
For whatever purpose, I don't care how they're sung, but sing the song, such as this spiritual.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.
A long way from home.
A long way from home.
Good believers.
A long way from home.
A long way from home.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.
Way up in the heavenly light.
Way up in the heavenly light.
Good believers.
A long way from home.
A long way from home.