#Fred Coots

[frenziedfireworks]

hello!! you’ve easily become one of my favorite writers<3 i have a request and it’s fred x reader :)

basically, fred wants to confess to the reader who is also his best friend, but has been too nervous actually say anything. the yule ball was just announced recently and he thought this could’ve been the perfect opportunity. he had a whole plan going on how he was going to ask them, but reader ends up getting asked to the yule ball by somebody else in front of fred. maybe he could quickly shut it down with a “she’s going with me” which results in a lot of confusion and then the confession (when they are alone)

if this is too specific i’m sorry❤️😭

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary : Fred ignores the existence of the ball until it's too late and his dear Y/N gets asked.

A/N : Thank you so much!! I hope this is what you wanted. It was such a lovely idea and I was actually working on another story with the Yule Ball. Great timing!!

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Fred was your best friend. That was all. Or at least that is what you told yourself every night as you were plagued with romantic thoughts. It was torture really, and the upcoming ball did not help one bit.

“Y/N come join us.” Fred grinned and patted next to him. You rolled your eyes at his wild look and sat against the bench. You poured yourself water as Fred piled food onto your plate.

“You wouldn’t believe the night George and I had. Ridiculous really. Filch chased us halfway across the castle before giving up. Don’t know where the old coot gets the energy.” Fred nudged at George and they both nodded.

“Crazy. We plan to blow up his room as a little thanks in return.” George smirked and got back to his food. You only rolled your eyes at the comment.

A loud gasp was heard at the Gryffindor and you turned to the scene. One of your fellow classmates was getting asked to the ball. It was sweet and you couldn’t help but think about if Fred would ask you. It was a longshot with how popular he was but.. It couldn’t hurt to fantasize. 

“That’s cute.” You smile and Fred just groans.

“I swear there’s a couple getting together every five minutes.” You only snorted at Fred’s antics and got up.

“Well I think it’s nice. I’m off to class.” You said as you walked away. Part of you wanted to hint to Fred that you wished he would ask you but that was unheard of. You were best friends! You didn’t want to hold him back from finding a date.. Even if it hurt your heart to think about.

–

Later that day you sat outside as George and Fred played with fireworks. You had a lot of classwork to catch up on and the cool weather calmed your frantic mind.

“Y/N! Look at this!” Fred shouted as a firework zipped past your face. He moved it around in his hand before throwing it to George with a wink.

“Wow. So impressive Fred.” You rolled your eyes and went back to your book. It was always nice to hangout with the twins, even if you weren’t doing the same thing. Your fingers skimmed the reading material as a Dumstrang boy passed. You could feel his gaze and looked up. He gave you a small wave and wink before walking away. 

“What was that all about?” Fred questioned.

“Not a clue. I don’t know who that is.”

“Not a clue you say. Well obviously he knew you.” George wiggled his eyebrows and you scoffed.

“I’m sure he doesn’t. I’ve never seen that man in my life.”

Your mind raced with thoughts. Who was that guy? You had to assume he was messing with you or someone you had run across before. You could’ve sworn you had never talked to any of the Durmstrang boys though. A firework shot past your face and you jumped a bit.

“Fred!”

“Sorry darling.” 

–

It had been two days since the boy had flirted with you. Since then he had decided to up the ante, sending you sweets and notes. It had shocked you that some random boy would go to those lengths for you. It was kind, really, but it would never be Fred. Speaking of which, he was currently clinging to your side for dear life.

“I don’t get why that guy keeps coming up to you. Are you lying about knowing him?” Fred narrowed his eyes as Durmstrang boys passed. 

“Why would I lie?” You smacked the ginger lightly and rolled your eyes. “Come on. I want to go eat.” You tugged him along towards George. 

“Hey you two.” George started. Fred stayed silent as he sulked and you gave him a wave. 

“Y/N!” You almost jumped at the sudden voice and looked up to see your admirer.

“Oh.. Hello!” You mustered up and could feel Fred’s sharp glare from a mile away.

“Yes hello. I would like to ask.. Would you accompany me to the ball?” He smiled and your heart sank. You didn’t have a date but some deep part of you really wanted to go with Fred. Not that he had bothered to ask you.

“Oh.. That’s very kind-”

“That’s very kind but they’re coming with me. Sorry mate.” Fred piped up and your eyes went wide. You.. were going with him?

“Oh right.” The boy bowed and began to walk off. 

“Why would you say that Fred! Nobody has asked me to the ball. That could’ve been my chance.” You growled and he groaned.

“He’s not the type of guy you want to go out with Y/N. Trust me.” Your body filled with rage at this comment and you stood up.

“How would you know? You don’t know what’s good for me or not!” You stomped your way out of the great hall, tears threatening to spill.

–

It had been a day since Fred and you had the argument. You had been very distraught and confused but didn’t want to go running back to him. After all, he was the one in the wrong.

“Y/N!” You hear George from behind you and you turn.

“What George?” You exasperate. You were not in the mood for his teasing antics with everything going on.

“Fred wants to talk to you. He’s in the old classroom.” George told you and left no room for conversation, running away.

“Great.” You mumbled to yourself as you turned. You had an abandoned classroom to get to.

Your hand pulled at the door and you were met with Fred pulling you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry dear. I really am.” He whispered against your ear. As you pulled away from the sudden embrace you noticed his red cheeks. You couldn’t help but think he was adorable when he was embarrassed which happened very rarely.

“Why Fred?” Your hand rubbed at his as you looked up.

“I.. I didn’t want you going with him. I want you to go with me. I know it was selfish and-”

“I want to go with you.” You interrupted and Fred’s mouth spread into a grin.

“You want to go with me?”

“Yes. That is what I just said.” You retorted and Fred launched himself into your arms.

“Oh Y/N.. I’m honored.” The boy gave you a smirk as his hand rubbed at your jaw. You could feel yourself grow nervous underneath his strong gaze. 

“Fred..”

“Yes love?” The ginger’s hand rubbed at your lips, his face leaning in close to yours. You didn’t need to say anymore, closing the gap between you two. The kiss was desperate and messy, your mouths learning which angles and sides to use. That all quickly changed as Fred’s hand roamed down your torso and gripped at your hip.

“I don’t think best friends do this darling..” He teased and you could only snort.

“Good thing you’re all mine then.”

“Am I?” He pressed and you smacked his chest. His laughter was contagious and both of you sat enjoying the moment.

“I always have been.” He whispered and your heart melted.

“And I’ve always been yours.” Fred placed a delicate kiss against your forehead and hummed.

“I know. Who wouldn’t want to be mine?”

“Fred.”

“Only joking love.”

#harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #harry potter imagines #weasley twins #fred weasley x you #harry potter imagine #fred weasley x reader fluff #weasley twins imagines #weasley twins imagine

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temperature play, e.g. the external use of vaseline camphor ice

You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea Cast a spell over me You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature rise Like a summer with a thousand Julys You intoxicate my soul with your eyes (You Go to My Head, J. Fred Coots & Haven Gillespie, 1938, listen)

sampling the sauce they're making leads to finger sucking

“Once you put your hand in the flame/You can never be the same/There’s a certain satisfaction/In a little bit of pain” (Erotica, Madonna)

“You came, I think?/Because the marble made my cheeks look pink” (Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings, Father John Misty)

too much festive cheer at the Christmas party leads to the time honoured tradition of the pub toilet hook up

You're a sweet little headache But you are lots of fun I've a good mind to spank you Then thank you for all you've done You're a sweet little headache Full of quaint little schemes But when I should forget you I let you disturb my dreams I thought I could hold my own with you But you've got me all perplexed For here am I alone with you What are you going to do next? You're a sweet little headache If you keep on that way But a sweet little heartache You'll turn out to be some day (1938, listen)

"Afterglow, huh? Maybe for you, for me it's post-workout"

Richard gives Thomas a gift that is also definitely a gift for himself. Thomas teases him, Richard... retaliates

in front of a mirror

“I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking/I get filthy when that liquor get into me/I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking/Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?” (Drunk In Love, Beyoncé)

situational engineering (the conscious or unconscious manufacture of events that give an emotional and/or sexual pay-off which can't be otherwise achieved)

London season footman Thomas/footman Richard

accidental kink discovery

against a wall

one or both still clothed

omegaverse AU

A very precious love Is what you are to me A stairway to a star A night in Shangri-La Of ecstasy Lanterns of gold Lanterns of blue Twinkle in the shadows While I dance with you An echo in the wind, across the summer lake Is saying you should know That lanterns lose their glow And hearts can break So hold me close, my darling Then kiss me tenderly And give your precious love Your very precious love to me (Sammy Fain & Paul Francis Webster, 1957)

pillow biting

slow and/or prolonged

“Relax don’t do it/When you want to suck to it/Relax don’t do it/When you want to come” (Relax, Frankie Goes To Hollywood)

staking a gentle claim

begging or pleading

competence kink

edging or overstimming

pampering

indulging in a spot of dancing becomes indulging in something else

vintage photo (links to a tumblr. Don't open at work!)

the little doors between the servants' rooms in case of fire:

Please use these prompts in whatever way inspires you. If you like, you can find the Nice prompts here and here. Happy creating! 🌲❤️✨🌶🌲

#downton abbey #thomas barrow #richard ellis #barris #thomas barrow x richard ellis #richard ellis x thomas barrow #naughty or nice #prompts

[byneddiedingo]

Lauren Bacall in To Have and Have Not (Howard Hawks, 1944)

Cast: Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Walter Brennan, Dolores Moran, Hoagy Carmichael, Sheldon Leonard, Walter Surovy, Marcel Dalio, Walter Sande, Dan Seymour. Screenplay: Jules Furthman, William Faulkner, based on a novel by Ernest Hemingway. Cinematography: Sidney Hickox. Art direction: Charles Novi. Film editing: Christian Nyby. Music: Franz Waxman

Beatrice and Benedick. Rosalind and Orlando. Viola and Orsino. "Slim" and "Steve"? Why do I think of To Have and Have Not in terms of Shakespearean romance? Does this most enjoyable of movies have anything in common with those grand predecessors? It's all Howard Hawks's doing, with a little bit of help from screenwriters Jules Furthman and William Faulkner. Hawks had done this sort of romance before, in his comic masterpieces Bringing Up Baby (1938) and His Girl Friday (1940), but leave it to Hawks to see World War II (and Ernest Hemingway's "grace under pressure" fiction) through the lens of screwball comedy. And to do it with the movies' most famous tough guy, Humphrey Bogart, and an unknown 19-year-old actress who had her name changed from Betty Perske to Lauren Bacall. And to treat it all as a semi-musical, with Hoagy Carmichael at the piano. Blood is shed and causes are espoused, but nobody takes it terribly seriously. Instead, Bogart and Bacall surf through the film on some of the best dialogue ever written, working out their fine romance as deftly as Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers ever did on the dance floor. Walter Brennan adds another memorable figure to his impressive gallery of old coots, and Marcel Dalio brings the kind of charm that might threaten to upstage lesser performers than these stars. It's certainly not a perfect film: Dolores Moran (clambering from shore to ship in heels) and Walter Szurovy are rather tediously noble as the de Bursacs. (Watch the bit when Mme. de Bursac faints and spills the chloroform and Bacall's Slim, sensing a rival for her Steve's affections, casts a stinkeye on the fallen form and intentionally fans some of the fumes in her direction.) As the Vichy police captain, Dan Seymour seems to be trying to do a Sydney Greenstreet impersonation with the worst of all French accents. And does anybody really believe that the odd company that sails off at the end to rescue a Resistance fighter from Devil's Island is going to succeed? But no matter. It's all the stuff of which legends are made.

#To Have and Have Not #Howard Hawks #Lauren Bacall

[seriouslysam8]

I know that your Demelza is in Ginny's year. Jimmy peakes was canonically a third year. How old is your Ritchie Coote?

I just had this discussion in my head while I was writing the Quidditch tryouts a little bit ago. I made them both 3rd years and friends who work well together. Not Fred and George level but decently.

[fiddler-sticks]

Thirty Four Days 'til Christmas

Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town - Boston Pops

#a very berry christmas 2023 #Spotify

[pixeljade]

Hey, can u tell me about the time you got out of jury with flintstones trivia?

Sure!

But it wasnt jury. It was court-mandated community service! Meaning I had to pick up trash. What happened was, I was in Portland OR, and they had a system for mass transit where you got a ticket when you paid that was good for any rides up to a certain time, unlimited transfers until then! And well...i thought I'd timed it right, but i was off by about ten minutes, and the first and only ticket checker ive ever seen in my life happened to show up then. It was just bad luck, but i ended up being called into court for it, and the punishment was community service.

Anyways, i go to my community service date, along with a crowd of about a dozen other people who fucked up similarly. Well, some fucked up WORSE than others--One guy was part of a gang apparently! But they still just had community service. And our service manager, this old guy who used to be a pro coach shows up, and says we're gonna clean up the pearl district. And thats when things got odd: because the pearl district was recently VERY gentrified, it had like. ZERO trash! So the manager guy says he wants it to be a learning experience despite all that, and his way of doing that?

Teaching us trivia.

Suddenly we're wandering around the pearl district picking up the one (1) cigarette butt per block, answering trivia questions this old coach gives us like its a fuckin game show. It felt pretty silly, honestly, but i felt right at home! My dad was a huge trivia buff, and im deeply autistic, so trivia is just fun for me! I start answering questions nobody else can get, and its getting competitive.

Anyways, a couple hours in, he pulls us aside, and says like. "Look. This is a complete waste of your time, i know it, you know it. And i CAN just sign off on your papers, get you squared away, and you get your afternoon back! But i cant make it too easy." So he gives our squad an ultimatum: we pick one representative, to answer a single trivia question in a topic of their choosing, and if they answer it correctly, we get out of the entire rest of the community service. Just like that! And since my autistic ass was winning the most, the squad chooses me. My topic of choice? Cartoons, of course its fucking cartoons!! So old guy stands there for a hot minute to think up a question. And he clears his throat and goes:

"What is the first ever couple to be shown sharing a bed on television?"

Without skipping a beat, i say back, "Fred and Wilma Flintstone!"*

The guy smiles and asks for our papers, and after a quick round of signatures, we head on our way. A few of the squad actually bought me a couple beers afterward at a nearby bar, because i just saved them a buncha time (apparently some had to come back multiple days but he just signed them all!)

Anyways, i had to report back at the court afterward with my signed document saying i did the community service. And i stand up there in front of the judge, who reads through it and he gets to the name of my manager. And he gives a sly smirk and says "Oh, that old coot. Well, did you answer the questions correctly?" And i proudly say "Yes, your honor!"

And THAT'S the story of how i got out of court-mandated community service because of a trivia question!

* - re: the trivia, the reason men and women werent allowed to share a bed on TV before was because of the Hays Code. Same dumb code which said men couldnt wear womens clothing, or vice-versa, that you hear folks complain about these days. Fred and Wilma weren't considered actual people by the law, though! So they were able to get away with having them show them in a single bed. This actually helped pave the way for future easing of the Hays Code!

#true story #the flintstones

[henry-harrison-mayes]

Harrison Hayes (sic!) and Middlesboro, KY mentioned in the book “The Serpent Handlers: Three Families and Their Faith” by Fred Brown, and Jeanne McDonald

Middlesboro, KY connects two topics that this website tries to investigate. Harrison Mayes and his road sign ministry and serpent handling in Appalachia. I was hoping to see Harrison Mayes mentioned in the book “The Serpent Handlers: Three Families and Their Faith” by Fred Brown and Jeanne McDonald, which portraits the well-known Coots family and I was not disappointed. Interestingly, the author…

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#KY

[goalhofer]

Famous 1897 births:

Marion Davies Brown (American actress & producer)

Pola Negri (Polish-American actress & singer)

Sir Charles Kingsford-Smith (Australian aviator)

Frances Anderson (British-American actress)

Elizabeth Walker (American daughter of Benjamin Harrison)

Celia Lovsky (Austrian-American actress)

Mikhail Krichevsky (Ukrainian supercentenarian & soldier)

Francis O’Doul (American baseball player & manager)

Betty Compson (American actress & producer)

Frank Hawks (American flying ace & aviator)

Walter Winchell (American journalist & commentator)

Kimura Jirōemon (Japanese supercentenarian & oldest man ever)

Vivienne Segal (American actress & singer)

Charles Seel (American actor)

J. Fred Coots (American songwriter)

Frank Luke; Jr. (American flying ace)

Paavo Nurmi (Finnish runner)(pictured)

Moses Horwitz aka Moe Howard (American actor)

Robert Blucke (British flying ace)

Viola Dana (American actress)

Amelia Earhart (American aviator)(pictured)

John W. Galbreath (American businessman)

Jack Haley; Jr. (American actor)

Ludovic Arrachart (French aviator)

Fredric March (American actor)

Jimmie Rodgers (American singer & guitarist)

William Webb (American baseball player)

Pope St. Paul VI (262nd Catholic pope)(pictured)

Arthur Rhys-Davids (British flying ace)

Harvey Hendrick (American baseball player)

Quentin Roosevelt (American flying ace & son of Theodore Roosevelt)

Okubo Koto (Japanese supercentenarian)

Lazare Ponticelli (Italian-French supercentenarian & soldier)

Rhys Williams (British-American actor)

#Religion #Celebrities #Sports #Races #Finland #Planes #Kansas #Italy #Vatican City #Movies #New York #Poland #Texas #Australia #U.K. #Politics #Indiana #New York City #TV Shows #Austria #Ukraine #Baseball #Utah #Iowa #World Records #Japan #Music #Pennsylvania #Arizona #France

[outoftowninac]

INNOCENT EYES

1924

Innocent Eyes is a musical revue in two acts with music by Sigmund Romberg and Jean Schwartz, lyrics by Harold Atteridge and Tot Seymour and a book by Harold Atteridge. Additional music by J. Fred Coots and James Hanley with additional lyrics by Henry Creamer and McElbert Moore. It was produced by the Shuberts with staging by Frank Smithson, and choreography by Jack Mason and Francis Weldon.

It introduced the singularly named Mistinguett, of the Casino de Paris.  She was credited with popularizing the Apach Dance, a violent dance of love between a streetwalker and a john. She was also known for her million dollar ankles!  

While Mistinguett may be forgotten by most, Innocent Eyes is today best remembered for the Broadway stage debut of Lucille LeSeur, who later changed her name to Joan Crawford. The cast also included Jack Oakie, who later had great success in Hollywood and nominated for an Oscar in 1941. 

The show’s songs included “Hard Hearted Hannah” which became a standard and is still sung today. 

The revue premiered in Atlantic City at Nixon’s Apollo Theatre on January 8, 1924. After a week on the Boardwalk, the revue moved to Washington DC, where the French Embassy feted the debut of Mistinguett. From there, the revue continued on a pre-Broadway tour. 

Thanks to sheet music, the show’s title song (a fox trot) was already a hit even before the show opened on Broadway. 

For Broadway, it was originally slated to go into the Ambassador Theatre, but ended up at the Winter Garden, opening on May 20, 1924 

“It is expensive as to setting, spirited as to dances, fairly melodious as to songs, shy on humor, and generously studded with pretty girls. It is as naked as the law permits, even nakeder in spots.” ~ BURNS MANTLE

When critics noted that Mistinguett’s vocal prowess was underwhelming, the Shuberts terminated her contract after just 31 performances. Her spot in the revue was taken by the dance team of Marguerite and Earl. Their comic waltz routine replaced Mistinguett’s apache dance. 

In mid-July, Fay Marbe joined the cast. 

The Broadway production of Innocent Eyes closed on August 30, 1924 after 126 performances. It immediately went on tour including Boston and on to the Pacific Coast. 

Instead of joining the cast on tour, Lucille LeSeur (Joan Crawford) stayed in Manhattan and three days later was back on Broadway in The Passing Show of 1924, also at The Winter Garden. When it closed on November 22, 1924, she went to Hollywood and made her screen debut in Lady of the Night. The rest is history. 

#Innocent Eyes #Mistinguett #Joan Crawford #Hard Hearted Hannah #Jack Oakie #Shubert #Winter Garden Theatre #1924 #Atlantic City #Nixon's Apollo Theatre #Fay Marbe #Marguerite & Earl #Apache Dance

[faxpaladin]

A holiday Tuesday Concert is live now! Tonight's set:

MARY, DID YOU KNOW (Targeted Ads), Matthew O'Donnell/Buddy Greene LET IT SOMETHING, me/Cahn/Styne/Anderson-Lopez/Lopez JOHN McCLANE IS COMING TO TOWN, Andrew Ross/J. Fred Coots HOGFATHER, me DECK US ALL WITH BOSTON CHARLIE, Walt Kelly/trad. THE REBEL JESUS, Jackson Browne THE SHORTEST DAY, Susan Cooper THERE WILL BE LIGHT, me

#livestream #filk music #holiday music

[betterwatchout]

N.B.: Posts older than this are from an earlier incarnation of this Tumblr: versions/variations of the first breakout pop Xmas song, "Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town," written by J. Fred Coots and Haven Gillespie in 1934.

History of Alt.Xmas sidebar: Banjoist/Band leader Harry Reser's October 1934 recording (and Eddie Cantor's Thanksgiving '34 live broadcast) helped the sheet music go viral. (Sheet music was how music companies made money until gramophones became more common.) IMHO, this was when musicians/record companies figured out how to capitalize on the Christmas shopping frenzy that helped American consumers (and retailers) through the Great Depression, and gave us Christmas As We Know It.

Scroll on if you dare.

#alt.xmas #howchristmasstarted #christmas music #Fox Trot Christmas

[byneddiedingo]

Sam Jeffe and Cary Grant in Gunga Din (George Stevens, 1939)

Cast: Cary Grant, Victor McLaglen, Douglas Fairbanks Jr., Sam Jaffe, Eduardo Ciannelli, Joan Fontaine, Montagu Love, Robert Coote, Abner Biberman, Lumsden Hare. Screenplay: Joel Sayre, Fred Guiol, Ben Hecht, MacArthur, based on a poem by Rudyard Kipling. Cinematography: Joseph H. August. Art direction: Van Nest Polglase. Film editing: Henry Berman, John Lockert. Music: Alfred Newman. 

Gunga Din is imperialist and racist, and its title character is an example of the Magical Negro trope, the person of color who saves the white folks' asses. It's embarrassing to see actors like Sam Jaffe (in the title role), Eduardo Ciannelli, and Abner Biberman in brownface. So we have to swallow a lot that's objectionable to still enjoy Gunga Din. We typically evade the issue of a film's content and message by emphasizing style and technique, and Gunga Din is loaded with style and technique, from the comic performances of Cary Grant, Victor McLaglen, and Douglas Fairbanks Jr. to the crisp cinematography of Joseph H. August, convincingly turning the Sierra Nevada into the Khyber Pass. The movie was originally supposed to be directed by Howard Hawks, when Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur developed a story out of Rudyard Kipling's poem. They did it by plagiarizing their own play The Front Page, which hinges on a man (in this case two men) trying to prevent his friend and co-worker from going off and getting married. Hawks might have made a better movie: He would almost certainly have given Joan Fontaine more to do in her role as the woman who is trying to take Fairbanks away from Grant and McLaglen. But he was fired from the film and replaced with George Stevens. Still Hawks got his chance to work with Hecht and MacArthur's original story when he made the best of all screen versions of The Front Page as His Girl Friday in 1940. The real star of Gunga Din (as well as His Girl Friday)  is Grant, playing at peak clown and loving it, while still pulling off the dashing hero. It's interesting to compare Grant's performance in this movie with the one he gave for Hawks in Only Angels Have Wings, which was released the same year, in which Grant is more serious as the troubled boss of a group of pilots flying the mail across the Andes. 

#Gunga Din #George Stevens #Sam Jaffe #Cary Grant

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Music History Today: January 31, 2023

January 31, 1892: Singer and entertainer Eddie Cantor was born in New York City. He began singing and juggling in the streets for money and soon moved to talent contests early in his teens. Cantor's appearance on Rudy Vallee's 'The Fleischmann's Yeast Hour' on February 5, 1931, led to a four-week tryout with The Chase and Sanborn Hour. He joined Chase and Sanborn on September 13, 1931.

He agreed in November 1934 to introduce a new song by the songwriters J. Fred Coots and Haven Gillespie that other well-known artists had rejected as being "silly" and "childish." The song "Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town" immediately had orders for 100,000 copies of sheet music the next day. It sold 400,000 copies by Christmas of that year.

#music #Youtube

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A Very Berry Christmas to You - 43 Days 'til Christmas

This song takes me back to the days when I wanted to be a dance choreographer (when I was in middle school lol), and basically made choreography to any song I could lol. I don't remember the choreo I made for this one, but I remember it was actually pretty cool

Santa Claus is Coming to Town - Boston Pops

#a very berry christmas #feel free to reblog #Spotify

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Great on the wrist, even greater in the water I am a desk diver that enjoys a nice chrono and occasional snorkelling. Am I the best one to recommend a diver watch? Certainly not… But I know that the Ulysse Nardin diver watches are done under the guidance of professionals (like Fred Buyle or Mike Coots) and they spare no critics since they need to rely on the tool on the wrist. The watch is engineered for depths up to 300m and the Superluminova is carefully chosen. So I am sure most of use will be OK. The watch wears smaller than expected. I photographed the watch long before I had the tech specs and I didn’t realise that is factic so large. It wears great, it looks great and comes with good deeds. And here is something important to say. https://www.instagram.com/p/CgKt7UvLVQL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=