Harry Connick, Jr. was born in New Orleans to Anita and Harry Connick, Sr. His mother was Jewish and his father was Irish Catholic. Connick's musical talent was evident from a young age and he studied at the New Orleans Center for Creative Arts under Ellis Marsalis and James Booker. He went on to attend Hunter College and the Manhattan School of Music in New York City, where he was signed by Columbia Records.
In 1989, Connick provided the soundtrack for the romantic comedy When Harry Met Sally..., winning his first Grammy for Best Jazz Male Vocal Performance. He also made his screen debut in Memphis Belle and released two albums: Lofty's Roach Souffle and We Are in Love, which earned him his second consecutive Grammy. In 1991, he was nominated for an Academy Award and a Golden Globe for his contribution to the Godfather III soundtrack and released his third consecutive multi-platinum album, Blue Light, Red Light.
In 1992, Connick was arrested for having a gun at JFK International Airport but avoided charges by making a public-service television commercial. He continued to release successful albums, including 25 and When My Heart Finds Christmas, which was the best-selling Christmas album of 1993.
Harry Connick Jr. started his career as a jazz pianist and singer. In 1994, he released an album of New Orleans funk called She and took it on a tour of the United Kingdom and People's Republic of China. In 1996, he appeared in the successful movie Independence Day. By 1997, he returned to jazz music with his album To See You and played at the Nobel Peace Prize Concert in Oslo. He continued his film career, starred in Hope Floats and released his album Come By Me in 1999. Connick wrote the score for the Broadway musical Thou Shalt Not, in 2000, and starred in South Pacific and his twelfth movie Mickey. He won a Grammy Award for his album Songs I Heard, released two albums in 2001, and appeared on NBC sitcom Will & Grace from 2002 to 2006. He continued releasing albums, appeared in films such as Basic, and won an Emmy Award for Outstanding Music Direction for Harry Connick Jr. — "Only You" in Concert. In 2005, he composed and produced The Happy Elf, an animated holiday special.
[edit] Personal life
On April 16, 1994, Connick, Jr. married model Jill Goodacre, originally from Texas, at the St. Louis Cathedral, New Orleans, Louisiana. They have three daughters: Georgia Tatom (born April 17, 1996), Sarah Kate (September 12, 1997), and Charlotte (born June 26, 2002). The family currently resides in Connecticut.
He is a founder of the Krewe of Orpheus, a music-based New Orleans krewe, taking its name from Orpheus of classical mythology. The Krewe of Orpheus parades on St. Charles Avenue and Canal Street in New Orleans on Lundi Gras (Fat Monday) — the day before Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday).
The Other Hours
Harry Connick Jr. Lyrics
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When your hair's undone
And your guard's let down
When you're all alone in your all nightgown
Sitting by yourself, again
Where are you in the other hours
Are you in a secret place that calls
When you're by yourself with in your walls
Are you undressed with someplace to go
Off to catch your private show
Why do you greet the morning
Draping your heart in a shroud
Why must your life be a sideshow
Played to an ignorant crowd
How are you, in the other hours
Do you pray for morning to arrive
Do you wonder how you can stay alive
Are you at peace in a troubled mind
Hoping no one else would find
You're only playing dumb
'til the other hours come
[piano]
Who do you think you're fooling
Turning your face from the light
Clearly you're turning to something
that are revealed by the night
What are you in the other hours
Are you queen of some abandoned song
Thinking how your crown of jewels had shone
You're sitting there with no one to reign
You think no one sees your pain
And no one hears your drum
So the other hours come
The song "The Other Hours" by Harry Connick Jr. is a melancholic reflection on the private lives individuals lead when they are away from the public eye. The lyrics express curiosity and questioning about the real nature of a person in their unguarded moments. The song asks questions such as "Who are you?" and "Where are you?" in the other hours when a person's hair is undone and their guard is let down. The song questions whether the person is the life of the party or sitting by themselves. The lyrics discuss how individuals have secret places where they retreat when they are alone and wonders what is happening when they greet the morning draping their heart in a shroud.
The song emphasizes that it is only in the other hours that individuals are their real selves. The lyrics suggest that people put on a façade to the world but when alone, they become vulnerable and open themselves up. This song's meaning can be further interpreted as an exploration of the complexities of human nature and how our public and private personas differ from one another.
Line by Line Meaning
Who are you in the other hours
What is your true persona when nobody is watching or when you are alone
When your hair's undone
When you do not care much about how you look
And your guard's let down
When you have dropped your defenses and are open to vulnerabilities
When you're all alone in your all nightgown
When you are not just physically alone, but also emotionally vulnerable
Are you the life of the party then?
Do you tend to be more outgoing and lively when you are alone
Sitting by yourself, again
Do you frequently find yourself sitting alone and away from others
Where are you in the other hours
Where do you go or what do you do when nobody is watching
Are you in a secret place that calls
Do you go to a secretive or private place when you are alone
When you're by yourself with in your walls
When you are enclosed in your own personal space
Are you undressed with someplace to go
Do you get undressed when you are alone, and do you have something important to do afterward
Off to catch your private show
Do you leave your personal space to attend a private event or activity
Why do you greet the morning
Why do you wake up to face a new day
Draping your heart in a shroud
Hiding or protecting your emotions from others in the outside world
Why must your life be a sideshow
Why do you feel like an outsider or disconnected from the world around you
Played to an ignorant crowd
Feeling like you are performing for an uncaring or uninformed audience
How are you, in the other hours
How do you feel and what do you do when you are alone
Do you pray for morning to arrive
Do you hope for a new start or for something good to come at the beginning of each day
Do you wonder how you can stay alive
Do you question your own existence or purpose
Are you at peace in a troubled mind
Do you find calmness or tranquility despite having mental struggles or an unsettled mind
Hoping no one else would find
Wishing that nobody discovers your true self or your private activities
You're only playing dumb
You are pretending to be unaware or ignorant, but in reality, you are well-aware of your situation
'til the other hours come
When you are alone again or in your personal space, you reveal your true self again
[piano]
Instrumental interlude
Who do you think you're fooling
You are trying to deceive others, but you are only fooling yourself
Turning your face from the light
Avoiding the truth or reality, and not wanting to face the world and its challenges
Clearly you're turning to something
It is clear that you are trying to escape or distract yourself from something
that are revealed by the night
That which gets revealed during the dark, lonely times
What are you in the other hours
What is your true self when you are alone or in private
Are you queen of some abandoned song
Do you feel like a ruler of a past memory, which is long gone and forgotten
Thinking how your crown of jewels had shone
Reminiscing about a time when you shone bright and highly regarded
You're sitting there with no one to reign
Now, you are just sitting there with no one to rule or lead
You think no one sees your pain
You hope that nobody notices your sorrow or suffering
And no one hears your drum
Nobody listens or pays attention to your music or your story
So the other hours come
You wait until you are alone again, to reveal your true self one more time
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