Livingston and Evans at their office at Paramount, Hollywood.
#WHO SANG QUE SERA SERA FULL#
Ed.” “Bonanza” has a full set of lyrics, which were not used. They also made an impact on television, writing the theme songs to both “Bonanza” and “Mr. Only one, actually, but a classic: Sunset Boulevard, in which they make a brief appearance – as songwriters at the piano playing their song “Buttons & Bow.” at a party. Not only did Livingston and Evans write songs for the movies, they were in the movies.
The overriding sense I got was one of great love: for each other, for their remarkable catalog of songs, and for a life lucky enough to be spent making music. They were so familiar with each other that one knew the other’s opinions by heart, could easily finish the other’s sentence, and they would fall into occasional squabbles only to return to a strong appreciation for the other.
Talking to them was like talking to a married couple who had been together for decades. They also wrote “Mona Lisa,” “Tammy,” “To Each His Own” and “Buttons and Bows.” But these guys wrote standards such as “Silver Bells,” which seemed to have existed forever, like a folk song. Speaking to songwriters of standards is always a thrill, as their song is everywhere at once and known throughout the world. I interviewed the songwriters, Livingston & Evans, back in 1987. Saxophone: Jerry Martini Trumpet: Cynthia Robinson Guitar, Keyboards, Vocal, Producer: Sly Stone Guitar and vocal: Freddie Stone ĭrums: Andy Newmark Keyboards: Rosie Stone Bass: Rusty Allen He couldn't believe how the mere presence of the beautiful singer had brightened the atmosphere of the whole place.Sly & The Family Stone, “Que Sera Sera.” 1973. Singto found himself following the singer with his eyes. He sang as he walked pleasantly between the guests. Krist's face suddenly broke into a sweet smile that made all the present swooned as he jumped off the bench he was sitting on.
He was sitting on a bench in front of the window with a guitar in his hands.Īs the man began to sing softly, Singto felt his heartbeats accelerate inside his chest at his beautiful voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Krist," he said before he walked away.Īs the music began to play, a light shone behind a round window, brightening that dark corner and revealing a young man in a dark-blue striped suit above a white shirt that was halfway unbuttoned, showing the man's smooth milky chest. He was about to stand up from his seat when suddenly the music stopped, and the MC spoke. Looking at his watch, Singto decided to call it a night. 'And the entertainment isn't great either,' Singto added, glaring at the band that played nothing but the same classic music that every band in the world had memorized by heart. And though the host had booked a hall in a high-standard night club, the party still turned to be the same as every business party. Parties were supposed to be fun and refreshing breaks from work and life's routine but, all the business parties had the same dull atmosphere where the only topic of conversations that dominated the events was about work and money.
He had always hated business parties and considered them a burdensome chore despite the benefits he gained from attending them. He was cunning, foresighted, decisive, and careful of any choice he took.īut all of that was blown away in one fateful night when his eyes laid on him.īusinessman Prachaya Ruangroj, or better known to his family, friends and close acquaintances as Singto, sipped his drink in plain boredom as his eyes scanned the hall that one of his business' acquaintances was hosting a party in. He had always been resolute and clear of what he wanted in life, but at the same, he was also able to foresee consequences of his actions and weigh their effects upon him a quality that made him surpass his father in running their family business and made him be the youngest CEO of a vast enterprise among his peers. At times like this, he often thought of the choices he had taken in his life that led him eventually to this place. He let out a soft sigh as nostalgia slowly crept to his soul. It had been two years since he had abandoned his homeland and taken residence in a faraway country, leaving behind him his parents, family, friends, and everything he knew since he came to this world. This story was edited by Grammarly please excuse my mistakes.Ī tall, handsome man stood in the balcony of his 6-star hotel suite that overlooked Manhattan, New York, staring down silently at the city that was shining like a diamond necklace in the darkness of the night. This is my first attempt to write a one-shot.
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