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... I'm also listening to a Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar five-part episode from 1956 ("The Caylin Matter," a pretty good shoow), and in part 3, Johnny visits the so-called Brass Monkey Inn. "At the Brass Monkey, they let down their hair and really lived." Throughout the section when Johnny is yakking with the bartender, the chorus line is performing to jaunty orchestra music. At first it's something I don't recognize; slightly 20s ragtime or early jazz. And then it switches to "Marching Through Georgia," of all random things.
...wah?
I mean, it's a pretty catchy, upbeat tune, and all; but talk about baggage! It's certainly not unrecognizable to a good part of the population, at least not then. At least this is in Los Angeles. There would be a RIOT in a Southern state, no kidding. You just don't do that. It's not even so much that it's a YANKEE song. It's that it's a gleeful Yankee song about deliberately destroying Georgia. It wasn't very nice at the time, and it still isn't.
And then the orchestra ends with "Dixie." Um.
...wah?
I mean, it's a pretty catchy, upbeat tune, and all; but talk about baggage! It's certainly not unrecognizable to a good part of the population, at least not then. At least this is in Los Angeles. There would be a RIOT in a Southern state, no kidding. You just don't do that. It's not even so much that it's a YANKEE song. It's that it's a gleeful Yankee song about deliberately destroying Georgia. It wasn't very nice at the time, and it still isn't.
And then the orchestra ends with "Dixie." Um.
