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Wild and Woolly.
One of the original Mets announcers from Way Back When would occasionally describe a game, usually a win (hence the "occasionally" part) as having been a "wild and woolly ballgame at Shea."  I'll come back to those grand old Shea days at the end, but these moments are now wrapping up a week that, for me, has been full of wildness and wooliness.

The final court hearing count was only three, which is the number to which I did count.  But there was plenty of advance work for what was supposed to be a majorly important hearing first thing this coming Monday.  I fretted about whether I'd have my act together in time for it; in the end, I had a day, almost two, to spare. Ultimately, we made progress yesterday and today toward settling it, but the other side's client had a family emergency which convinced me to put it off another week in hopes we can work it out next week.

Also done: filed two new bankruptcies, signed up a third, seriously progressed two more and have yet another potential one coming in Monday afternoon.  Filed one new collection case, a judgment in a second and a foreclosure cross-claim in a third.  Found out about two foreclosures against clients which seem to have accelerated beyond expectations.  No fewer than six clients walked in this week without appointments, to sign stuff, drop stuff off, or pay. I tend to discourage all such things except the latter.

So now Monday will be just for getting some minor but annoying car things taken care of; Tuesday is a Rochester trip; and the later part of the week should be shorter and shorn-er than the past five days have been.


About the Mets-mories:

It's been a good week for the boys, who have been playing some suckier than usual competition.  My one guilty pleasure was dropping 20 bucks on an iPhone subscription so I can listen to their radio broadcasts when it's too late for the television, or I'm in the car.  Their radio voice, Howie Rose, isn't quite that of his radio predecessor and now TV lead announcer Gary Cohen, but he has his own panache, and his happy cry of "Put it in the books!" after every Met win has become iconic.

Earlier this week, Howie answered a prayer of mine- one I'd only recently renewed in my somewhat pissed-off talks of late with the Supreme Deity.  The current Met ballpark, and even Shea in its final decades, don't rely on traditional organ music like they did in the old days; hockey's really the only vestige of that.  For not quite half of the Mets franchise lifetime, the Thomas organ was the main musical source, and at the keyboard was an esteemed jazz performer named Jane Jarvis- "the Queen of Melody."  She played three songs that were so emblematic of those hell-cyon days of Shea, I can still hear the afterimages of the notes in my head. One was her take on the National Anthem, the bassline notes booming. The second was her rendition of the official team theme song "Meet the Mets," which still plays in recorded form as you enter Citi Field.  But the third was a lost track- always played, happy and peppy, just before the Mets took the field.  About a decade ago, I learned it had a name- "Let's Go Mets"- and that Jane herself had composed it.  I may have even heard a RealAudio rendition of it, but that format never lent itself to, um, lending, and even if I'd obtained it, it went down in the Crash of '08, most likely.

Within the month, I'd googled it, without success.  And yet, earlier this week, there it was- at the request and through the good and hoardery efforts of none other than Howie Rose himself:)  As he tells it, reprinted on one of the better blogger boards:

By 1994, Jane Jarvis and the Thomas Organ had long since departed the ballpark, replaced by recorded music. I thought that Mets fans would enjoy a chance to hear Jane play a couple of songs that were staples at each and every Mets home game during her tenure with them, if only to remind those loyalists what the place sounded like during that unforgettable season. My idea was to use this music at certain times during the pre and post game shows.

There were two problems with my plan. First, no start to finish, high quality, suitable for airplay version of that music existed on tape. Second, I didn’t really know Jane, although I had met her once or twice, meaning that I would have to ask her for a pretty big favor. The Mets were nice enough to put me in touch with Miss Jarvis, who was living in Florida, but would occasionally come to New York to perform at jazz clubs, which was her first musical love.

She could not have been any nicer. When I explained what I was looking for, she was flattered that anyone would even have an interest in hearing it, and immediately went to work on making it happen. She actually had a Thomas Organ in her home; exactly, she said, like the one she played at Shea Stadium. Her son was capable of engineering a recording which would have “studio quality”, so within a few days, the project was complete and a cassette arrived at my home with exactly what I was looking for.

One was "Meet the Mets."  I'd already heard the results of Howie's effort on that- he gave it to the team, which has used it quite often.  But he, like me, remembered the other one,...

a composition called “Let’s Go Mets” which Jane wrote herself and played just as the Mets took the field prior to her rendition of the national anthem. The only thing Jane asked in return was that the tape not be commercialized and sold anywhere. That pledge was easily honored.

The Mets eventually requested a copy of her version of Meet the Mets and have occasionally used it at the ballpark. It’s not exactly a rarity. “Let’s Go Mets” is a completely different story. Fans of a certain age have clamored to hear it again, and having found the tape (now on CD) during a move last summer, coupled with the Mets winning the 2015 National League Pennant, the time is right.

For those who remember, close your eyes, play the song, and you can see Cleon and Tommie and Buddy and Eddie and Ron and Tom coming out of the dugout. You don’t need the last names. You grew up with them. You know exactly who I’m talking about. If you’re too young to recall,keep your ears perked up. Your eyes just might open wide and the beautiful simplicity of a day or night at the ballpark a generation ago will crystallize as Shea’s Queen of Melody takes you on a very special journey through Mets history.

They're both linked to on that blog page.  I doubt this non-Youtube clip will embed, but let's try, Mets:

And, if not, this link may take you directly to it.

I hear this, and I'm fourteen again. Thank you for bringing back the wilds and the woolies for me:)


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