My father passed away in 2002 He was a musician. A trumpet player who had a few radio-hits in the 50’s. “Mr. Wonderful” was one of these. A cousin had them digitized from the old (Triola) 45’s
My fathers version is an instrumental. Here are the words to this music :
MR. WONDERFUL (Peggy Lee) – Why this feeling? Why this glow? Why the thrill when you say Hello? It’s a strange and tender magic you do. Mister Wonderful, that’s you. Why this trembling when you speak. Why this joy when you touch my cheek? I must tell you what my heart knows is true. Mister Wonderful, that’s you. And why this longing to know your charms. To spend forever here in your arms. Oh there’s much more I could say. But the words keep slipping away. And I’m left with one point of view. Mister Wonderful, that’s you. One more thing, then I’m through. Mister Wonderful. Mister Wonderful. Mister Wonderful, I love you!
I’m of course not actually saying that my father was Mr. Wonderful. Probably no father is, but …it gives a nice feeling and I love the image of him as a tall man and a small man. We all are.
In the early eighties, Stephanie and I got married, lived two years in central London and then two years just outside Paris. When we moved back to Oslo in 85 we had started a small family. In my parents kitchen I found two worn out decks of cards . The two of them had been laying patience with these decks, possibly every day for several years. The two decks had very clear and very different wear-marks according to where the respective owner put their thumb to lay out the cards. I immediately bought new, quite exclusive, decks of cards for my parents and pocketed the two worn out decks. I had started making prints on the then new Canon colour photocopier and made good use of the cards there for a while.
The cards used in the animation here are my fathers. In this piece they come into new play.
One of my fathers hobbies was photography and through joining him in a photography course when I was around 14, my eyes were opened to this magic.
I now have his old camera and images from winter-season whaling at South Georgia with his father, my grandfather (1930’s). Also from his time with the Norwegian police-troops in Sweden, where he fled to during the war. From playing in the orchestras of circuses, cruise-ships and theatre’s (late 40-50-60’s). and from the state military band in Oslo (Forsvarets stabsmusikkorps) he joined to get a steady gig (late 60-70-80‘s).