American pop singer, actress and one of the top-charting female vocalists of the late 1950s and early 1960s, Ms Concetta Rosa Maria Franconero, known professionally as Connie Francis, sadly passed away on Wednesday last, in Pompano Beach, Florida on July 16th 2025, at the age of 87 years.
During her career she was estimated to have sold more than 100 million records worldwide.
Ms Francis had recently been treated for pelvic pain, caused by a fracture and had been confined to a wheelchair.
Vocals: American singer the late Ms Connie Francis(1937 – 2025). (Sung to the melody of “Lara’s Theme” from the film Doctor Zhivago.) Lyrics: American lyricist and three time Academy Award winner the late Paul Francis Webster(1907 – 1984).
Somewhere My Love.
Somewhere, my Love, there will be songs to sing, Although the snow covers the hope of spring. Somewhere a hill blossoms to green and grow, And there are dreams all that your heart can hold. Someday we’ll meet again, my love, Someday whenever the spring breaks through. You’ll come to me out of the long ago, Warm as the wind, soft as the kiss of snow. Till then, my sweet, think of me now and then, God speed my love till you are mine, Till you are mine again. END
Ms Francis grew up in a working-class Italian American family in Brooklyn, New York. She started playing the accordion at the age of three, encouraged by her father. By the time she was a teenager, she had changed her name from Concetta Franconero, to Connie Francis.
During her early career she was turned down by almost every record label; only securing a contract with MGM Records, because her demo song, ‘Freddy‘, happened to be the name of the then president’s son. She would go on to sell millions of records in multiple dialects, including teen hits like ‘Lipstick On Your Collar‘ and ‘Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool‘.
Following being beaten and raped at knife point in 1974 at her motel, at the Westbury Music Fair in New York, she became a recluse, spending several spells in psychiatric hospitals. At her lowest point, she attempted suicide using sleeping pills. She later won $1.5 million lawsuit against the Howard Johnson’s motel chain, for failing to provide safe locks on the glass door through which her attacker entered.
Ms Francis had just begun her return to the stage in 1981, when her younger brother George Franconero, who had testified against the Mafia, was shot to death in front of his house. This event plunged her deeper into depression, leaving her to spend much of the next decade receiving treatment, during which time she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
She would go on to become an outspoken voice within victim advocacy groups, including Women Against Rape, and the Victims’ Assistance Legal Organisation, and became a spokesperson for Mental Health America.
To ramble is to wonder at the majesty of life. All its rich diversity, serenity and strife. For many a year I rambled, aye, I met times good and bad. Some had tea pots for this rambler, and others a dog gone mad. Oh, it’s weary on that long road and how my feet get sore, But what a pack of learning, it makes you ramble more. For life’s to me is seeking, till there’s nothing more to see. The more I think about it; it’s like eternity. Often on the darkest road, with not a star for light, I think of that fixed abode, where never falls the night. When on the long and lonely bitter night in the whistling wind and rain, Then oft my heart gives way to fright and my body is torn with pain. ‘Tis then I ponder journey’s end, when old and cold and sad, ‘Tis then I wonder where I’ll go, aye, wonder till I’m mad, But then always dawns the sun, that miracle of the morn. Broken, broke and bewildered with that sun I’m newly born. And Nature, like a Spanish wine, engulfs my soul with joy, And I go on the road again, but still keep asking why? Ah, but the weary wherefores, that dull the heart of living, That tear at the finest thoughts, in manner unforgiving. Ifs and buts and constantly that never ceasing quest- Sweet bird’s sweetest harmony, is reasonless the best. Yet, nigh always in my roving I see strange sights, it’s true, The lonely wonder of the moon, the awesome sea of blue, Queer things that bother reason and ways beyond the mind, Aye, and queerest of them all, the goodness of mankind. I once met a widow woman, three biscuits were her store, A cup of tea into my hand and then she had no more. Yet did I see a wonder there, that no one could imagine, The wonder of a heart of care and, aye, it baffles reason. I think it’s all this giving that nothing can defy, That makes life worth the living and living worth a try. Just a friendly cup of tea and brown bread, sometimes bacon, Oft drowns all rationality and reason’s overtaken. Many a like yarn I’d relate, many a one tomorrow, ‘Tis love transforms the heart of hate, empties the cup of sorrow. Lowlands, highlands, dale and glen, for many a lifelong season I have trod time and again and ‘tis love gives me a reason. Then my pen no longer traces each possibility. Thank God for the friendly faces for they are life to me. For all such is a mirror of that which will not die, All troubles, tears and terror depart with all the why. For love was never reason, all reasons of the earth, My God, my bones were freezing, but joy was in my heart. Dear God to whom we wander with every struggling mile Scorn not the hearts that ponder, they only sleep awhile. And one day we will waken with all this rambling o’er, Never again to reason or wherefore anymore.
Lyrics: American singer, guitarist, songwriter, actor and activist William Hugh Nelson and American country music songwriter and record producer Buddy Cannon. Vocals: American singer Willie (Hugh) Nelson.
92-year-old Willie Nelson.
Still Not Dead.
I woke up still not dead again today. The internet said I had passed away. But if I died I wasn’t dead to stay, And I woke up still not dead again today. Well, I woke up still not dead again today. The gardener did not find me that a way. You can’t believe a word that people say, And I woke up still not dead again today. I run up and down the road making music as I go. They say my pace would kill a normal man, But I’ve never been accused of being normal anyway, And I woke up still not dead again today. I woke up still not dead again today. The news said I was gone to my dismay. Don’t bury me, I’ve got a show to play, And I woke up still not dead again today. I run up and down the road making music as I go. They say my pace would kill a normal man. But I’ve never been accused of being normal anyway, And I woke up still not dead again today. Last night I had a dream that I died twice yesterday, But I woke up still not dead again today.
Today, Sunday July 13th, marks the 40th anniversary of Live Aid, a two-venue benefit concert and music-based fundraising initiative held on Saturday July 13th 1985. It was a day when the world rocked united in a common goal.
One year earlier, 41 years ago, on November 25th 1984, “Boy George”(George Alan O’Dowd, whoseparents, Jerry and Dinah O’Dowd, are Thurles, Co. Tipperary natives), had participated in the successful Band Aid single “Do They Know It’s Christmas?”.
Latter Band Aid had been founded by Bob Geldof and James “Midge” Ure. The song raised £8 million in its first year alone, for famine relief in Ethiopia.
The 1985, Live Aid event was also organised by Dún Laoghaire native, Irish singer, songwriter and political activist Bob Geldof; again in association with Scottish singer, songwriter and record producer James “Midge” Ure, to raise further funds for the 1983–1985 famine relief fund in Ethiopia. Others involved in organising Live Aid were Harvey Goldsmith, who was responsible for the Wembley Stadium concert, and Michael C. Mitchell, who put together the American side.
More than 75 acts played at Wembley Stadium in London, UK and at John F. Kennedy Stadium, (later demolished in 1992) in Philadelphia USA on that day, with 1.9 billion people, or 40% of the then world’s population, in 150 nations, watching the live broadcast from their home.
However, it was the 21-minute rock session by 1970’s British rock band “Queen”, [Freddie Mercury (lead vocals, piano), Brian May (guitar, vocals), John Deacon (bass) and Roger Taylor (drums, vocals)], that stole the show that day 40 years ago; who today is still recognised as one of the greatest live rock performances of all time.
Ireland donated to Live Aid in 1985, was £7 million, same donations per capita more than any other country in the world.
Lyrics and Vocals: American country and folk singer, songwriter and actor, the late John Denver(1943-1997).
The late John Denver.
It’s About Time.
There’s a full moon over India and Gandhi lives again. And who’s to say you have to lose for someone else to win. In the eyes of all the people the look is much the same, For the first is just the last one, when you play a deadly game. It’s about time we realize it, we’re all in this together. It’s about time we find out, it’s all of us or none. It’s about time we recognize it, these changes in the weather. It’s about time, it’s about changes, it’s about time.
There’s a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see, And a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me. I suppose I love him most of all when he kneels to kiss the land, With his lips upon our Mother’s breast, he makes his strongest stand. It’s about time we start to see it, the Earth is our only home. It’s about time we start to face it, we can’t make it here all alone. It’s about time we start to listen to the voices in the wind. It’s about time, it’s about changes, it’s about time.
There’s a man who is my brother, I just don’t know his name, But I know his home and family, because I know we feel the same, And it hurts me when he’s hungry and when his children cry, I too am a father, that little one is mine. It’s about time we begin it, to turn the world around. It’s about time we start to make it, the dream we’ve always known. It’s about time we start to live it, the family of man. It’s about time, it’s about changes, it’s about time. It’s about peace and it’s about plenty, it’s about time. It’s about you and me together and it’s about time.
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