“At Anfield, City fans were kept behind for a while after the match and a few lads started singing it as we started to make our way out. “It had never been sung by fans during the seasons before that. “The first time I can ever recall it being sung was at the opening game of the 1989-90 season at Liverpool,” he said. It was only during the past couple of decades that the Blues adopted it and made it their own.Ĭity historical expert Gary James remembers the first time he heard it: ‘Blue Moon’ was originally sung by Crewe Alexandra's fans. Songs like ‘ Delilah’ and ‘ Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life’ are two that did stick around for a while, with ‘Delilah’ now remaining as Stoke City’s anthem of choice. The eighties was a time when clubs started to adopt new songs on the then-terraces, rather than chants. So, just how did those iconic lyrics become etched into so many City fans' subconscious? The song has also featured in films including At The Circus, Viva Las Vegas, Grease and An American Werewolf in London. Just somebody hoping, before the cold clamps down, that the year’s last dragonfly might shimmer past, briefly, through your day.Over 60 different artists have recorded their own versions of ‘Blue Moon’, offering a list that is as diverse as it is dazzling.ĭjango Reinhardt, Billie Holiday, Dizzy Gillespie, Louis Armstrong, Julie London, Sam Cooke, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, The Supremes, Bob Dylan, Rod Stewart and many more have also recorded their own take. I’m not an entomologist, no I’m more like an amateur celebrant. You can stand out back and watch them doing magic with the color blue.Īnd this is me, a dozen years later, writing about them again. On Monday mornings in the summertime, they mistake our yard for wetlands. And then there’s this part of it too: The peas and tomatoes and carrots and melons, all the peaches hanging like a solar system-in every bite out of our garden, there’s a trace of the taste of snow, just enough so you notice, just enough to bring you closer to dragonflies. It makes me walk around barefoot, ankle deep. All that runoff submerging the grass and the garden… all that music from water over rocks… it makes for a pretty good morning, let me tell you. Snowmelt finding its way down the canyon-around boulders tumbled into creek beds, past knots of broken tree stumps, under ducks and sometimes pelicans in the pond at Fairmont Park-on Mondays, that water gets diverted to our yard, flows out of the ditch like a gift, and those dragonflies hover above it like a kind of blue bow. Here’s one, for instance, from my book titled Story Problems (Somondoco Press, 2011): Whatever Other Headlines Can WaitĬome summer, the dragonflies mistake us for a swamp. But as more than just an illustrator’s dab of extra scenery. Sometimes, I’ve even written poems about them. It’s still what I think if a dragonfly ever shows up like a yard-skimming zigzag, like a stained-glass splinter of sky, like a Look! it ’ s a dragonfly landing on a sun-warmed rock, and now it ’ s off again… And why not?-their inclusion felt factual enough plus, as bugs go, dragonflies look pretty dinosaurish, at least to me, at least when I was five years old, so the idea stuck: Dragonflies are part dinosaur and super cool.Īnd that’s still how I feel about them. When I was a kid, all my dinosaur books had dragonflies in them too, bright and zooming in the corner of every illustration. Old Roads, New Stories: A Literary Series
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