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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Strong Man Doug Hepburn Was a Singer?


As I expected last evening, my wife Jack arrived home while my younger brother Mark and I were watching T.V.

After Mark went upstairs for the night, I continued sitting up awhile ─ I think Jack's oldest son Tho had gone to bed well before his mother showed up, but her youngest son Poté remained up.

I finally gave in to a sense of some weariness, and let her know that I was going to go to bed. And it was 11:40 p.m. when I was settled into it.

I had donned earplugs and blindfold, yet it was to no avail. I could not seem to sink into a deep enough state of relaxation to be visited with sleep.

I was even beset with an antsy feeling, and parts of my body sometimes became affected with a distinctly annoying itching sensation.

I don't know what the heck was amiss. I had to struggle to prevent the sensation becoming too pronounced, for I knew that it could not be something real ─ it had to be more mental than physical.

Once Jack came to bed, I checked the time after the light was turned out and saw that it was exactly an hour after I had retired.

That threatening antsy sensation was still present, and had not Jack been home, I would have risen until I had become 'good and tired.'

Needless to say, I had an especially bad night's sleep ─ but not due to that annoying itching sensation. That did subside. I just could not seem to find lasting peace in sleep.

When this morning I checked the time and saw it to be 6:00 a.m., I decided to get up. First, though, I waited a few minutes after removing my earplugs so as to hear if Tho had yet left for work.

When I was certain that he was not fussing about, I rose; and I found the house in darkness upon exiting the bedroom. 

It was raining heartily outside.

Poté had to work today too, and so he soon got up; I think that it was 7:41 a.m. (or else 7:49 a.m.) when he headed out the front door to drive to work.

I was never sure that Tho had actually gotten up and gone to work, and now I am wondering if maybe he did not even sleep at home last night.

I spent time building the new post I began yesterday at one of my six hosted websites, and put in 1½ mornings' worth of content before knocking off and then seeking some bed-rest on my working brother Mark's bed, covering up with the comforter.

I doubt I was there more than five minutes when I became aware that Jack already seemed to be up.

She was. And so that was it for my rest.

Today would be her second this week working at a Thai restaurant over in the Guildford area here in Surrey. In the past couple or so months, she has been putting in two days early in each week ─ usually Mondays and Tuesdays.

And then spending the nights here at home instead of wherever it is that she stays in downtown in Vancouver.

Thus, I will have her company again tonight ─ I pray I do not suffer the same bout of sleeplessness.

Jack left here this morning well ahead of 11:00 a.m. I helped myself to some of the food she had previously prepared, and then sought a proper nap in our bed.

It was needed and enjoyed. But as I said, I sure hope that there is no penalty for it tonight ─ I was just too non-functional without the required additional sleep.

On last evening's television newscast on the so-called Global station locally, a feature was included on Doug Hepburn ─ I see that the network's website also has an article about him:

GlobalNews.ca

At one point there was some musical background of a male singer performing "Mary in the Morning" ─ I was surprised to then learn that it was actually Doug Hepburn doing the singing! He had a pretty darned good singing voice.

I have been aware of Doug Hepburn since at least the latter 1960s when I was a teenager, but I never before realized that he had recorded or even sang.

My father Hector had reportedly drunk with the man a time or two in one or another beer parlour or some such when Doug Hepburn was into one of his drinking sprees.

I found myself especially interested in locating an online version of a song Doug Hepburn apparently wrote and recorded that has come to be known as 'the Hepburn Carol,' but I can only find mentions of it ─ no audio anywhere.

Yet some of those mentions claim that at this time of year, some radio stations do play the song.

If they do, then why haven't I any recollection of ever having heard it?

Nevertheless, I did locate some of his old website as archived at web.archive.org, and a page identified as Doug Hepburn Sings! However, the link there to "The Chrismtas Song" is no longer valid, alas. 

And quite naturally, right? That's the way it goes, it seems.

His website's domain name was being preserved right up into 2016, apparently ─ web.archive.org has an October 3, 2016 cache. The first cache is dated January 5, 1999

But someone else managed to grab the domain name, as this September 26 cache from a couple of months ago shows.

I expect that it is someone who shares the same name, and he appears to be into baking bread. But he only made one post back on August 4 of 2017.

Concerning the Doug Hepburn Christmas song or carol, I have seen a '45' advertised on eBay featuring him singing "It's Christmas Time."

He's apparently sharing the record with a group called the Charles B. Curtis Trio.

The record includes the song "I Love You Charlie Brown," but if you refer to the second image, you will see that Doug Hepburn is not credited and so must not be singing in that presentation.

Only Charles B. Curtis seems to be doing vocals on the Charlie Brown song.



I am presuming that the duplication of the letter 'l' in the name "Charles" is an aberration, and that it is not how the man actually spells his name. 

But I don't know for certain.

I would link to the actual eBay item, but I suspect that those links are only valid until the offer is pulled.

Or maybe I should just gamble? 

Okay, then ─ try here.

Gosh, I almost forgot to get on out to the unlit backyard tool shed to do my (sometimes) daily pull-ups. I didn't get out there until about 4:30 p.m.; and on a gloomy, dank day like today it's nearing dark. 

I'll credit Doug Hepburn with the motivation. This 68-year-old needs all of it he can get.

I am going to cut today's blog post short and try to add some further content to that website post I worked on this morning. If I can add just another half-morning's worth of content, then I will put myself a full day ahead of schedule. 

By the way, I have been doing abominably with my online presence where my AdSense account matters. Apparently in the past 28 days, the account has only acquired 16¢.

Thus far today, 2¢ are displaying ─ and believe it or not, credit is going to the Malaysian location of this blog (siamlongings.blogspot.my).

I've earned nothing else anywhere in the world today ─ just those 2¢ due to someone in Malaysia.

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