Wednesday Evening Vinyl

It’s been another good training day with a 3250m speed workout in the pool this morning and a 72k time trial this evening on Lucille (our first ride together in nearly two years).  Now Kelly is making Caprese-stuffed Portobello mushrooms for dinner and I’m kicking back with the ‘Live (Hoping You Are the Same)‘ album by Allan Sherman.


Yesterday we had to make a quick stop at the Goodwill in Port Colbourne.  So while the girls browsed clothes looking for God knows what, I took an opportunity to peruse the used records in the corner of the shop, of which, I found three.

This record then is the first of those $1.00 purchases in what I will refer to going forward as my “Goodwill Hunting” series.

Get it?

Yeah, I know.

I’m a pretty clever monkey.

Anyway, at these Goodwill places there is mostly just a lot crap and this location was no different.  Well, aside from this one maybe one or to that might pop up in the next few days or so.

Anyway, Sherman was born in Chicago to Jewish American parents in 1924 who would become a popular comedy writer and television producer who, really, became famous as a song parodist in the early 1960’s.

My father loved this guy so when I saw this album for a buck I knew it had to come with.

Released in 1966, this turned out to be the comedian and musical satirist’s penultimate project during a five-year (1962-1967) run on Warner Bros. Records.  Here we find our hero on-stage at the Nugget Casino Resort in Sparks, NV, in the spring of 1966.


Tonight’s healthy din-din.

The platter is configured to represent a typical Sherman nightclub set, kicking off with a medley that contains a brief updated verse of his classic ‘Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh! (A Letter from Camp)‘  done “Nevada style” – even going so far as to mention casino owner John Ascuaga by name.  He then introduces ‘A Song Written by Elizabeth Taylor‘ – a variation on ‘The Second Time Around‘ – made famous by Bing Crosby from the movie High Time.  The simple ditty adapts the lyrics as “Love is lovelier/The seventh time around,” quickly quipping “It’s just a short song. She doesn’t have time to sit and write long songs.”

Sherman then goes on to parody the Great American Songbook entry ‘Makin’ Whoopee‘  with the keen reflection “The modern family/Has time to burn/We all take lessons/We try to learn/The latest new things/We never do things/We just take lessons.”  Another equally insightful observation is ‘A Waste of Money‘, adapting Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass‘ upbeat rendition of ‘A Taste of Honey‘,  The witty ‘How Van Nuys Got Its Name‘ – replete with a Jewish wordplay punch line – prefaces a spoof about a SoCal air quality phenom titled ‘Smog Gets in Your Eyes‘.

I could go on and on; ‘Sorry ‘Bout That‘ is preceded by ‘Scotch and/or Water‘, ‘The Learner’s Brassiere‘, ‘Sam You Made the Pants Too Long‘, ‘ The Rebel’, ‘A Waste of Money’, ‘Dodgin’ the Draft‘, ‘Mononucleosis‘ and the amazingly named ‘When I’m In the Mood for Love (You’re In the Mood for Herring)

This old school shit is killer.

Not that HRH  could give two shits though with her two eyeballs firmly glued to her iPad YouTube video bullshit.

Huh.  What’ya know.

I think I just turned into my dad.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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