Comments on: PERRY COMO - “Don’t Let The Stars Get In Your Eyes”

By: Marcello Carlin

Marcello Carlin — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 13:30:54 +0000

duh that’ll teach me to read/remember my own previous comments!

I note with some surprise that Perry is the first entrant in Popular to have passed away - Al Martino, Jo Stafford, Kay Starr and Eddie Fisher are all still with us!

By: Marcello Carlin

Marcello Carlin — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 10:22:15 +0000

I was never a big fan of what Desmond Carrington terms “perky pops.” I do like cosy seventies Perry, however, and also kd lang’s version of this song (it’s on the Shadowland album).

By: intothefireuk

intothefireuk — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 05:59:36 +0000

I associate Perry Como with dodgy jumpers and warm, cosy Xmas specials. Which doesn’t really tarry with this jaunty sing a long number which sounds like someone has dumped an unwanted brass section on board his sled and taken the brake off.

By: rosie

rosie — Sat, 21 Oct 2006 08:14:44 +0000

I’m not the only one, then, who often gets this strange feeling when a celebrity death is announced that I recall the said celkeb dying years ago…

I know this song more through Dean Martin’s version. )I know a lot of songs of this period through Dean Martin’s versions because my late ex-partner Frank was a big Dean Martin fan and could do a pretty mean impersonation of the man himself.) As a result, it seems to me that Perry Como takes the song way too fast, as if he’s in a rush to get back to his unattended drink. (Dean Martin, of course, would never be caught leaving a drink unattended.)

By: Marcello Carlin

Marcello Carlin — Fri, 20 Oct 2006 07:25:15 +0000

Yep.

By: Lena

Lena — Thu, 19 Oct 2006 21:07:12 +0000

Is this the same song that k.d. lang covered years ago? It’s a good song then, but not great.

By: Doctor Mod

Doctor Mod — Sat, 14 Oct 2006 21:26:24 +0000

19th February 1953: (Honolulu) Doctor Mod is two years old…..

And it would be Perry Como, now wouldn’t it? The bain of my childhood! Generally speaking, my father HATED crooners–they were wimps, as far as he was concerned, and he let it be known every time he heard one. But Perry Como was the exception. He was wholesome–and boring. For most of my childhood (or so it seems), he had an insipid weekly television series that, if I remember correctly, was so boring that even Como would fall asleep during it. Somewhere in each show, he’d sing a very Catholic hymn, often in Latin. This was Mein Papa’s favorite moment every week. He saw it as a means of defeating Communism, a concept that he saw everywhere and my siblings and I saw nowhere except he told us it was going to get us–when he didn’t think we were Communists ourselves.

And so we were forced to watch Perry Como. Not a bad singer really, just really, really boring. But then I suppose he got by all those years by not offending anyone.

I heard this song so often in my early years that it’s just like some endless loop–I basically remember two lines: “Don’t let the stars get in your eyes / Don’t let the moon break your heart.” In my brain, these lines always have sort of a hillbilly shriek at the end. I know that can’t be there in the original, but the song’s too boring for me to want to psychoanalyze my recollection, but as my mother, a chronic if less than artistic singer, always sang popular 50s songs while she cooked and cleaned, I wonder if this wasn’t her own unique contribution to the song that sticks in my head.

It was only in recent years that Como passed on. Strange, I thought he died a long, long time ago.