Frankie Valli Quotes

I was always fishing for something on the radio. Just like trains and bells, it was part of the soundtrack of my life. I moved the dial up and down and Roy Orbison's voice came blasting out of the small speakers. His new song, "Running Scared," exploded into the room. Orbison, though, transcended all the genres - folk, country, rock and roll or just about anything. His stuff mixed all the styles and some that hadn't even been invented yet. He could sound mean and nasty on one line and then sing in a falsetto voice like Frankie Valli in the next. With Roy, you didn't know if you were listening to mariachi or opera. He kept you on your toes. With him, it was all about fat and blood. He sounded like he was singing from an Olympian mountaintop and he meant business. One of his previous songs, "Ooby Dooby" was deceptively simple, but Roy had progressed. He was now singing his compositions in three or four octaves that made you want to drive your car over a cliff. He sang like a professional criminal. Typically, he'd start out in some low, barely audible range, stay there a while and then astonishingly slip into histrionics. His voice could jar a corpse, always leave you muttring to yourself something like, "Man, I don't believe it." His songs had songs within songs. They shifted from major to minor key without any logic. Orbison was deadly serious - no pollywog and no fledgling juvenile. There wasn't anything else on the radio like him.

No one can sad listening to Frankie Valli.

Grease is the word, is the word that you heard, It's got groove, its got feeling...

they ask ya 'what was the high point?' The hall of fame, sellin' all those records, pullin' Sherry outta the hat? It was all great. But the first time the four of us made that sound, our sound, when everything dropped away and all there was, was the music...that was the best

At that point in time, popular music was most often purchased on 45s, small records that could fit only one song on each side.

But by doing impressions, you can broaden that scope,” Valli told a National Public Radio interviewer much, much later. “There will be more possibilities when you’re singing.

You're home again, I'm glad you kept the key Been waiting here, it seemed a million years to me But hush now I know you're all cried out It's all right inside, I've had no doubt About your love for me I can see behind the tears I'm certain of the way we feel And given time the hurt will heal I need you, I think I always will From time to time you play around But I love you still You tried them all, at ev'rybody's beck and call Maybe you resist them all When I tell you how I missed you Fallen angel, I'll forgive you anything You can't help the things you do Now somethings got a hold of you Fallen angel, you got a demon in your soul And later when the fever's gone I'll be here where you belong Home again so won't you close the door Stay here with me and We'll forget what's gone before Just hold me tight Our love is gonna make it right Put shadows way beyond recall The ghost has almost gone Fallen angel, I'll forgive you anything You can't help the things you do

the residents had yet to acquire an appreciation for a South American midget screaming Spanish profanities like Frankie Valli and sucker-punching a fat woman into submission between the jacarandas.