April 7, 2023
There is one song from my wonderful, misspent youth which defies gravity. And, as it turns out, the crappy recording is part of the charm. The song in question was written by Richard Berry who sold the rights to his ditty about a lonely sailer for $750. It was recorded by several people without success before a Portland, Oregon garage band rented a recording studio for one hour and, in one sloppy and noisy take (the available boom mike was too high and the lead singer, who was hoarse from a previous night's gig and had braces on his teeth, had to shout the lyrics up over his head!). Because the lyrics were so garbled listeners thought they heard nasty words and soon enough the FBI got involved and spent countless hours trying to determine if the song was pornographic. In the end, the Feds determined it was "unintelligible at any speed." Here for your listening pleasure is the penultimate punk song of my generation.
The Dumbest of Dumb Riffs Scores
And, here is a sweet take on the boys who recorded the anthem.
This homage is so sweet it made me tear up. And, I wish I had a dime for every time I sang this anthem, I'll bet I could buy a top-of-the-line Waterpick.
Sexy Santa Fe Card Sharp
Got a request from a certain state agency to use my illustration of a legendary Santa Fe card shark.
What's great about the whole hoo-haa about the Kingsmen's "Louie Louie" is that the drummer dropped an audible F-Bomb which seems to have completely missed by everybody at the time.
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