Saturday 17th March
Tough one this, for ages I could only think of the worst song Elton ever wrote “Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting’ or ‘Saturday Night Fever’. Thank goodness I remembered just in time the lovely Drifters song ‘Saturday Night at the Movies’. The sixties were such a mixed-up time musically, there was of course straight Pop music with the Beatles, the Beach Boys, The Stones and the Who, but there were also the crooners, Matt Monroe, Kathy Kirby, Sinatra and Elvis singing ever more turgid stuff, to say nothing of Engelbert, our current Eurovision last hope, all belting out ballads, and there was still a bit of jazz around – the Temperance Seven and Acker Bilk. From America – was coming the sounds of Bob Dylan and the new bands like the Byrds and The Doors, but also all that wonderful Soul music that had started with Stax and Atlantic and Aretha and Otis, and now was being dominated by Motown and Smokey Robinson, The Four Tops, The Supremes and of course The Drifters.
I always loved this song, and it’s spiritual brother Under the Boardwalk, which seemed to paint a picture of Urban America in the early sixties which to us culture starved Brits seemed exotic beyond our wildest dreams. And of course the song is not about the movies at all, but about the girl one goes there with, and what we all knew went on when the lights went down; an invitation to illicit sex if ever there was one. And it is another of those wonderful Soul classics of which there seemed a constant stream, and all such wonderful tunes, you just have to sing along with them. So, even though one is snuggled up on the sofa with Puddy-Tat and a good book as soon as this song comes on it is always Saturday Night at the Movies.