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Glenn Miller Story

As if you all needed further evidence of my geekness, "The Glenn Miller Story" was on TV the other day.  It's a terrific movie with James Stewart and June Allyson, a biopic of the King of Swing himself, Glenn Miller (sorry Benny Goodman).  Here I'll just come right out and say that I absolutely LOVE his music.  So it put me, shall we say "In the Mood" for some of his tunes. 

Segue to yesterday, when I went out to iTunes and purchased an album of 34 songs that purported to be Glenn Miller and his Orchestra, with original recordings.  Hooray!   I synched it up last night with my iPod and figured I'd listen to it on my way in to work.  I eagerly put it on in the car this morning.  Now, as an explanatory note, let me just say that while I'm a big music lover, when it comes to the artists I like, I only want the Greatest Hits, with the original recordings and arrangements.  ALAS!!!  Imagine my distress when "Pennsylvania 6-5000" came on, and it was NOT the original recording.  I forwarded to the next song, "In the Mood".  Again, NOT the original recording.  The same thing with "Chattanooga Choo-Choo" (not even any lyrics sung by Tex Beneke and The Modernaires).  I forwarded to the grand-daddy of them all, "Moonlight Serenade" (someday some man could totally win me just by playing that song).  BLASPHEMY!!  NOT the original recording.  In all of these cases, they weren't even the original arrangements, and it was obvious to tell they weren't even recorded in the Swing Era.  FOR SHAME!!!  I used to have a cassette of some of his greatest hits, with the original recordings, so I know whereof I speak. That was no Glenn Miller.  I'd like to take the people at iTunes over my knee for misrepresenting it.  What a disappointing waste of $7.99. 

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I am huge fan of Glenn Miller, the movie and his music. I would be pretty ticked off if my "original recordings" were not so. You should complain!!

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