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Thank you, Bobby Vee, for “Walkin’ With My Angel” (even if I didn’t have one myself)

October 26, 2016 by jimmycsays

When I was teenager in Louisville in the 1960s, one of our favorite places to go was the Gardiner Lane Ice Skating Rink, a couple of miles from my home in the Highlands section of Louisville.

As I’ve written before, adolescence was difficult for me, partly because I attended an all-boys Catholic high school — St. X — and then an all-male Catholic college — Bellarmine.

(Thankfully, before my junior year in college, the ’66-’67 school year, Bellarmine merged with an all-girls Catholic college — Ursuline. That first year, the boys could sign up for classes at Ursuline and the girls could sign up for classes at Bellarmine…I’ve claimed ever since that I was the first boy on the inter-campus bus.)

Deprived of everyday female companionship, we St. X students desperately sought occasions and places where we could at least see some girls and perhaps make the acquaintance of one or two. So, on crisp, fall afternoons — after school — some of us would go to Seneca Park to watch the girls from Sacred Heart Academy, the closest all-girls school, play field hockey games. I can’t recall ever meeting a girl at any of those hockey games — which didn’t help my aching, anguished heart — but it at least put me within a few arms’ lengths of the girls as they ran by, exuding energetic and blessed femininity.

Another place where we could see girls, and where we had an even better chance to mingle with them, was the skating rink. I loved that rink, even though it was all I could do to stay upright and plant one foot in front of the other on the ice. Enhancing the experience was the rink’s excellent sound system, which constantly blared the Oldies that were on the pop charts at any given time.

I have a memory of one night and one song that particularly lifted my spirits. It was Bobby Vee’s “Walkin’ With My Angel,” released in 1961. For a lonely kid, it said everything…

Aww, when we’re strollin’ hand in hand
I’m as happy as can be
‘Cause she’s the prettiest girl in town
And everyone can see she belongs to me

Well I feel so proud
It’s as good as walkin’ on a cloud
When I’m walkin’ walkin’ with my angel

I think I skated better than ever that night, to that song. Even without “an angel” to skate with, I was almost giddy.

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bobby-vee

Bobby Vee

“Walkin’ With My Angel” — written by the great team of Carole King and Gerry Goffin — was one of several hits for Bobby, who died Monday at age 73. Others included “Run to Him,” “Come Back Baby When You Grow Up” and “Take Good Care of My Baby.” (The latter, also written by King and Goffin, was Bobby’s only No. 1 hit.)

The New York Times’ obit on Bobby said, “Mr. Vee was one of a crop of dreamboat singers promoted by the music industry in the late 1950s and early ’60s, joining Ricky Nelson, Frankie Avalon, Bobby Rydell and others on the charts.”

Boy, those guys were great. Ricky, of course, died in a plane crash many years ago. Frankie and Bobby Rydell are still alive.

I tell you, each of them eased the pangs of adolescence for this boy from Derby City. And I’ll never forget that night at the skating rink, when Bobby Vee and “Walkin’ With My Angel” salved my restless, teenage soul.

 

Here’s the song.

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  1. on October 26, 2016 at 8:35 am Laura Hockaday

    This is great, Jim.
    Thanks,
    laura


  2. on October 26, 2016 at 8:42 am Mike Rice

    Being a painfully shy kid who went to an all-boys high school (Rockhurst) from 1978 to 1982, I feel your pain and am grateful that I had the sounds of Bruce Springsteen and Elvis Costello to turn to.


  3. on October 26, 2016 at 10:20 am John Altevogt

    I was blessed, I grew up in an area where I got CKLW out of Detroit for all the early Motown hits and WLS out of Chicago for rock music. But the greatest influence of all was WLAC out of Nashville that transformed for a couple of hours from about 10 to 12 at night for blues. Every night I would hide under my covers and listen to BB King, Jimmy Reed, Bobby Bland, Little Junior Parker and Ike and Tina Turner until they reduced the signal at midnight.

    The earliest stuff though that drove my family nuts was Little Richard and Jerry Lee Lewis. Loved them, but the memory that stands out for me is that one summer day I was outside playing a song by Nervous Norvous called Tranfusion over and over and over again until my sister came out and ripped it off the turn table, melting the little 45 into the configuration of her fingers never to be played again. Here it is: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jojuPQXMm44


    • on October 26, 2016 at 11:59 am gayle

      Ah yes, you mean Bobby “Blue” Bland?! :-)


  4. on October 26, 2016 at 11:48 am Mike Rice

    There’s a truly magic nostalgia to transistor radios and vinyl that can’t be matched by CD players and MP3 players. With that said, I don’t miss dealing with warped or scratched records.


    • on October 26, 2016 at 11:54 am jimmycsays

      I’ve got a good turntable and about 25 lp’s that I keep close at hand. Every once in a while I’ll pull one out and put it on. Handling and looking at those old, worn record jackets is part of the nostalgia. When the ridges of the jackets give way, I just put some tape on them so the records don’t slide out.

      Unfortunately, I don’t have any Bobby Vee records.


  5. on October 26, 2016 at 11:52 am Leigh Elmore

    That other rock ‘n’ roller from Minnesota, Bob Dylan, writes glowingly of Bobby Vee in his autobiographical “Chronicles.” They knew each other and Vee was very helpful in helping the young Dylan get a start in the music business. At that time Dylan (still Zimmerman) was modeling himself on the early rockers, before he found his voice (and market) in the folk scene. If not for Bobby Vee a certain Nobel laureate might have sold appliances in his father’s store in Hibbing instead. Hats off to Mr. Vee!


    • on October 26, 2016 at 11:56 am jimmycsays

      Great background information, Leigh.


  6. on October 26, 2016 at 5:33 pm Steve Bilko

    Outta the park…


    • on October 26, 2016 at 6:24 pm jimmycsays

      Thank you, Steve…I was waiting for you to weigh in.



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