Posted on 05/16/2016 5:47:20 PM PDT by mdittmar
Original old movie clip of Engelbert Humperdinck
I can remember my old school 5th grade teacher asking us to spell his name for extra credit. ;)
Female teacher? Interesting name to pick for spelling reward....especially if you break it into syllables.
I remember playing this on the “middle of the road” radio station I worked at in college, and always mispronouncing his name, such as “Engledink Humperbert”...once in a while a listener would call to straighten me out ;-)
No, male. He was as older ‘classical’ educator. Loved the guy.
Haha!
Is it a stage name? If not, how in the world did he end up with it? Isn’t he Mexican?
This song helped make divorce mainstream, the heck with the kids - if it feels good, do it.
Mexican? He’s English, he picked a classical composer’s name as a stage name.
Beats me why he picked that cr**** name.
Learn something new every day.
Stage name:
Arnold George Dorsey was born in Madras, British India (present-day Chennai, India) in 1936,[3] one of ten children to British Army NCO Mervyn Dorsey who was of Welsh descent, and his wife Olive who was of German descent.[4] His family moved to Leicester, England when he was ten.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Engelbert_Humperdinck_(composer)
1 September 1854 – 27 September 1921) was a German composer, best known for his opera Hansel and Gretel.
Thanks for this, brings back fond memories of a holiday in Spain about a quarter of a century ago.
It was my first “grown-up” holiday, ie going on a package holiday just me and my girlfriend, booking the flights and apartment ourselves, going out for dinner in the evening in restaurants. Not going on holiday with the boys, getting smashed drunk in the clubs and spending the day sleeping off the hangover on the pool lounger (the fact the lady in question was some six years older than me may have been the cause of my maturity).
Anyhoo after a day spent on the beach or sightseeing we’d go back to the apartment, open a bottle of wine and watch the sun go down before having a nap. The thing was there was a bar/restaurant in the street beneath the apartment with one of these old fashioned lounge singers and you could set your watch by his routine, and I will never forget that we would always know when we heard “Please Release Me” that it was 9.30 and time to get up and get ready to go out for dinner.
It became one of those little happy memories of a relationship still in the first flush of romance, especially for a young man going out with a somewhat older, and to me rather glamorous, lady.
It kind of became our song, alas until a year or two later when the more immature side of me returned and I somewhat insensitively started singing it in not very funny jest. We soon split up although remained good friends for years afterwards.
I was at her bedside when she died of cancer at the cruelly young age of 39.
Thanks for the memories.
See post 15.
I don’t understand your post.
Nice, I’d never heard that one before.
Given the swarthy good looks (ok I know he’s Welsh, like Tom Jones), I imagine some of his ancestors picked up a little bit of Indian blood while they were out there.
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