A Secret Shame that I Proudly Wear on My Sleeve!

One of the little known rock gods, albeit one without the intense political fury of The Clash or the skull-piercingly ear-damaging riffage of The Stooges, is Roger Whittaker, a South African born baritone singer whose beautiful voice has warmed middle class American livingrooms since the early 1970s. Many were the evenings when my family would joy to the sound of his records, eating Jiffy-Pop and washing it down with cola from glass bottles. Oh, how we thrilled at his jaw-droppingly exquisite take on the current MOR hits of other wimpy heavy weights, such as Anne Murray and John Denver. Oh, how we marvelled at his intense sincerity and his hyper-space speed-whistling ability. We knew that Christmas was coming with the emergence of the Roger Whittaker Christmas Album every year.

So, here are two of my favorite hits of Rog. If these don't move you to tears, you must be dead inside, you heartless bastard!

Enjoy!