Uh, sorry about that. Been dreaming in Pig Latin lately. Anyhoo ... Fear not, as always, I shall return in October, typing knuckles scabbed over, brain recharged, and loins-girded only to jump back into the fray, big time, as I once more will take part in Hubrisween, meaning 26 spooky film reviews in 26 days. See ya then, Boils and Ghouls. And until then, stay cool! Now play us out, Buck!
I remember being mesmerized by this promo when it broke in 1978 on the old family Zenith, which soon led me and my mother (being led by me) to the Gibsons, where yours truly, plopped down $9.98 of my own money and purchased my very first album, Goofy Gold, an 8-track, and I wore that thing out. Wore. It. Out.
Complete track listing: Monster Mash – Bobby Pickett Purple People Eater – Sheb Wooley Wooly Bully – Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs Running Bear – Johnny Preston Beep Beep – The Playmates
Battle of New Orleans – Johnny Horton Charlie Brown – The Coasters Pepino the Italian Mouse – Lou Monte Big Bad John – Jimmy Dean Yakety Yak – The Coasters
Alley Oop – Hollywood Argyles Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor – Lonnie Donegan Transfusion – Nervous Norvus Mr. Custer – Larry Verne Western Movies – The Olympics
Chantilly Lace – The Big Bopper King Kong (Your Song) – Pickett and Ferrara Hello Muddah! Hello Fadduh! – Allan Sherman Ahab, The Arab – Ray Stevens Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport – Rolf Harris
Goofy? You bet. But bad? Oh, HELL no. A novelty record put out by HRB Music, I hadn't thought about the album in years, which is sad, because it was kinda the soundtrack of my childhood for a spell -- and King Kong Your Song was my anthem. (I wish I had purchased the double album because the odds of its survival would have been more viable.) But after stumbling upon this vid in a YouTube hole, a nostalgia bomb detonated inside my brain and I've been feverishly trying to put it all back together ever since. And I'm happy to report that I did remember all the words to Lonnie Donegan'd ditty on bubblegum and bedposts, "My red corpuscles are in mass confusion" could quite possibly be the greatest song lyrics of ever, and I finally, FINALLY, deciphered the refrain from Western Movies, Wham! Bam! Shoot 'em up, Pow! Huzzah!
Though they were technically the third incarnation of the dreaded Fearsome Foursome to dominate the Sunday gridirons, the Los Angeles edition (1963-1967) is probably the most notorious -- and I mean that in a good way, both on and off the field. Don't believe me, well, check out their appearance on Shindig:
Video courtesy of nyrainbow5.
That is so awesome I can't even even ... Olsen and Greer went on to quite the career in Hollywood, even Jones showed up in a couple of films, including (quite inexplicably) Charles B. Pierce's The Norseman. But it's their brief musical career that I find most fascinating. The group released one single through Capitol Records, but that's not Greer in the photo. (I believe that's Charlie Cowan.)
It was released in 1965, so Greer was still with the team, but I have no idea if Greer provided the vocals for this, though everyone on the web seems to think so. I've spun it a few times on YouTube and it sounds like him, but that photo's a definite puzzler so I can't say for sure that it definitely is him. If anyone does know, please sound off. Thanks!
The 1970's saw a rash of DJ-fueled novelty songs, and while everyone else remembers the Disco Duck, I was always more fond of this one, mostly because it gave five year old me a bad case of the drizzles, courtesy of this guy:
Alan Smith.
a/k/a Bro Smith, a/k/a Brother Love, a/k/a Brother Lee Love