Thursday, November 15, 2007

A Sunday Kind Of Love

Amazing what you learn via wikipedia. I looked up Louis Nye's biography and found out his wife wrote a great song, "A Sunday Kind Of Love."
Louis Nye (May 1, 1913 – October 9, 2005) was an American comedy actor.
He was born Louis Neistat in Hartford, Connecticut, the son of Joseph Neistat (May 18, 1881-September 1967) and Jennie Sherman (born 1890). His sister was Rose Neistat (born 1917). On the 1930 census when he was 16, enumerated April 3, they lived at 44 Baltimore Street.

Louis's parents were both Yiddish speaking Jews born in Russia. They emigrated to the United States in 1906, and became naturalized citizens in 1911. Joseph Neistat ran a small grocery store. Louis attended Weaver High School, but did not excel as a student. "My marks were so low," he said, "that they wouldn't let me in the drama club. So, I went down to WTIC Radio, auditioned and got on a show."

Nye never retired. He completed a 24-city tour of the country for Columbia Artists, ending the tour with a two-week stint at the Sahara in Las Vegas. At the age of 92, he continued to work, appearing in his recurring role of Jeff Greene's Dad on HBO's Curb Your Enthusiasm from 2000 to 2005.

Nye lived in Pacific Palisades with his wife, pianist-songwriter Anita Leonard, who wrote the standard, "A Sunday Kind of Love." Married since the late 1940s, they had a son, artist Peter Nye.
This version is by Martine Bond & Band. The song was first made popular in the late 40's by Fran Warren with the Claude Thornhill Band. Late it was a big hit by Etta James. Renee Olstead, a great newcomer, has an excellent version as well.
I could use thus (on any day)
I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I?d like to know it?s more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea

I want a a love that?s on the square
Can?t seem to find somebody
Someone to care
And I?m on a lonely road that leads to no where
I need a Sunday kind of love

I do my Sunday dreaming, Oh yea
And all my Sunday scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day

Oh I?m hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way

And my arms need someone
Someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life to have and to hold
Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea yea

I don?t want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea
I want a Sunday Sunday
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of loooove

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