Sunday, October 30, 2011

Rasslin' With A Devil ...

Now, I'm not going to lie to you ... I've got no room for ol' Beelzebubba in my life ...
BUT ...

that doesn't mean I haven't tangled with him from time to time.

Y'see, we had a church just a few houses down from ours on Morrow Avenue. And, back in 1962, that joint was hoppin' with "hallelujahs" and amass with "amens" -- and you could hear the service almost all the way to our house.

Well, one Sunday night, they had a big baptismal service (some churches like to use creeks or swimmin' holes; all we had was Sugar Creek, down in Jimmy Miller's pasture. That was off-limits though 'cause, whilst it's a good thing to be baptised, I don't think becoming "glow-in-the-dark radioactive" is part of the deal ...)
Now, we'd just come in from our own church's service and, at about 9 PM or so, mama gave me a big, black garbage bag and told me to go put it in the can at the end of our property. I wasn't happy abou(tell the truth, CH)I was scared to death about goin' out after dark -- especially that far from the house (a habit I didn't break until I was 31, I think ...).

But, in the silent darkness of that side of Morrow ...
I ...
slowly ..
crept ...
out ...
and walkedasfastasIcould to the trash can.
Everything was eerily quiet ... and a little bit foggy ...

SUDDENLY ... from down the street I heard this guy, screamin' all kinds of gibberish, running like a madman and flailing his arms ... and he was coming my way! Then, frozen in my tracks and hoping it was just gas I was passing, I saw him: sopping wet from head-to-toe and wearing ... a sheet or something!

I made it back to the house and under the living room chair in seconds! (Where the bag went is anybody's guess ...)

A FEW WEEKS LATER, after being told at school that the guy had just been baptised "in the Spirit" as well as "in Pineville water", I was asked by my part-time friend, Bobby (who'd only beat me up at recess when his friends were watching. Otherwise, he was cool ...), to go to church with him.

Uh-huh ... that church!

He came by the house at about seven or so that Sunday night, but we got there late anyway. I didn't know until later that they'd just had a play of some sort, with one guy playing an angel and another one dressed as the Devil.
After the "fire-and-brimstone" preaching (and I've gotta admit: Preacher King could put the fear of the Almighty in you with that booming voice of his ...), there was the obligatory "altar call".
Bob whispered "Let's go on up front and kneel at the altar." I asked him why, and he told me that, unless somebody went up there, the preacher wouldn't close the service.

So I went ... and kneeled ... and, like Bobby, bowed my head like I was prayin'.
SUDDENLY (yep ... here we go again ...), the organist stopped and, from the side door came ... The DEVIL! Or at least the guy who played him, still in costume with horns and tail and lookin' a little like an evil "Elmo" doll (I've gotta tie this into today's culture to relate, right??).
Now, remember: I didn't know about the play that went on earlier -- and, hearing the commotion, I opened my eyes just a little and peeked to my left.

Remember that chair I'd crawled under after that baptised guy scared me?
Yep. And I think I broke my old record in gettin' there ...And I haven't seen Bobby since ...


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Saturday, October 29, 2011

A Site For Sore Eyes ...

Beginning with this post -- and upon the closing of my other (non-rock) site -- we're gonna rev this site up a bit.
I'll be reposting the best of that site over here as well as continuing our regular chats. So, in essence, you'll have two! TWO! TWO BLOGS IN ONE!!
We're starting it today, so ... enjoy:

I remember, years and years and ... okay, I was told ... that, once, I was a child -- a member of an elite Pinevillean force known as Hinsons. Feared by no one, we trampled the grounds of Morrow Avenue and played amongst the wild creatures that roamed the wilderness ...

Wait ... I'm getting ahead of myself here ...

Welcome to the new addition to the Mouse House. These ran in the Coffee Talk column I had in our local paper years ago -- but this is better because my dogs can't pee on it. Unless one of them get up here on the desk and takes good aim ...

Anyway ... where was I? OH, yeah:

I was of the feeding group known as "kids". The scrawniest and biggest-snouted of them, I was often corralled for feeding, teaching and disciplining. Very embarrassing when you're 16, but I dealt with it.

THEN, ONE TRAGIC DAY, I found myself pursued by a wild, bloodthirsty hunter (actually, 7-Up® would've been better to drink) who wouldn't be satisfied until I was brought down!
We married a year later, and brought forth two sons of the same species ...

Interesting thing about kids: They come in four stages:
  • Poopey -- self-explanatory if you've ever changed a diaper
  • Sweaty -- little kids have a knack for sweating when they play. This doesn't stop until they get older and work at McDonald's®. But, as little tykes-on-trikes, it smells kinda sweet (unless they're just phasing out of that first stage).
  • Mopey -- When they grow into middle-school age, they begin to mope around clumsily, like Congressmen or something. Ask 'em what's wrong, and you'll get the same answer: "NUTTIN'!", followed by a pause, a breath, and, most likely, "Well, see, there's this girrrrl, and ..."
  • Master of their Universe - self-explanatory, I think ...
And you've just gotta love the way they think when they're little. I remember my son, Mike's, eyes when he crawled into a Toyota Tercel that I'd just gotten. Whilst I was checking to make sure he and Tim's seat-belts were fastened, he looked around at the car's interior then, with a gleam in his eye, exclaimed, "WOW, Dad! When you die, can I have the car??"
Thankfully, the car went before I did. And I'm not "went" yet. Wait ... let me check ...
Besides, I've got a Malibu now so I know I'm safe: It doesn't go anywhere ...

Stay tuned ...

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

'Twas Upon This Day ... (A Volk Tale)

Yea, and thus it was, in a tiny village  in the land of California, that being on the Banks of Bur, that a child, being young, was born this day in the year of yore (or, admittedly, anyone's), nineteen-hundred and forty-five.

Actually, I'm talking about the superstar bassist/vocalist/entertainer/producer/band frontman/core member of Paul Revere and The Raiders (their hit-making years of 1964-1967) ... ummm (wait a minnit.  I have his name here somewhere ...) ..

Awww, you know I'm talkin' about the legendary Phil "Fang" Volk -- a man who not only made The Raiders "the greatest show-band in America" (this from none other than Paul Shaffer, bandleader on The Late Show with David Letterhead), but is still thrilling audiences today with foot-stompin' rock that could put most of today's acts to shame!  In fact, his act also includes his lovely and talented wife, Tina Mason, daughters Jessica and Kelly, and one of the hottest bands you'd ever wanna hear.

Yeah, when his parents ("Mimi" and George) came home with Philip Edward Volk that day in October, their neighbours could only remark "So you've got yourself a brand new baby!"  And his brothers (George and Danny) probably thought, "Hey!  He looks Just Like Me!"  Undoubtedly, the youngster was always "Hungry", and his mum realised "the diapers, they need a-changin",

but the Volk clan (including his sisters Irene, Marilou, Christine, and Jeannie) stood by him as he started Steppin' Out of little-guyhood and into the man that we knew and loved as this country's "clown-prince of rock".
After his tenure in The Raiders, "Fang" joined his former bandmates and brothers-in-rock, Drake Levin (guitar) and "Smitty Smith" (drums) to form a band called The Brotherhood. (though Drake and Smitty are no longer with us on this planet, their memories are still so very cherished.  RIP, guys ... you're missed everyday  ...)  Because they were still under obligation to Columbia Records, their new band never hit it as big as PR&R ... but they were awesome, nonetheless ...

Now, when I mentioned that Phil (Fang, Phil-Fang) was (Phang? Naaah ... too oriental ...) the catalyst behind the Raiders' style and popularity, it was because he had presence, talent, humour, spontaniety and looks. He also had a great appreciation for each and every fan (and there were millions!).

Today, he's still got all those traits ... and, when you find that "Fang and the Gang" are playing near you, do whatever it legally takes to get to his show: Drive. Take a bus or train. Take a cab. Walk. Bribe a turtle if necessary (though you'll have to start early ...) but get there!

from every rocker here at The Mouse Clique as well as on our sister site, Rock Revolution.

Monday, October 24, 2011


Whilst I'm building new script for the blog and taking care of other business, let me share this post that recently ran on my COFFEE TALK blog. I'll be back with new material on Wednesday:

Whilst I normally cart a load of funny stuff and dump it here in this blog, this time I thought I'd share something a little different.
You see, I met a friend of mine at the supermarket and, quite frankly, he looked a bit seriously depressed. He said there wasn't anything to look forward to in his life anymore; he was behind in his bills, lost his job and his wife, and was ... well, he was down on everything.

Maaaan, who are you kidding?? Yeah, I feel for the guy, but ... well, "nothing to look forward to"??

Look ... let's take this in order, shall we??

(1) You woke up this morning. Consider the alternative. You could've died in your sleep last night -- but you didn't! Sooooo, you're (a) seeing the dawn, (b) hearing birds outside your window, (c) maybe catching the aroma of fresh, morning coffee as it's brewing ...

(2) You're free to go outside to get your paper, turn on morning music, check the "Today" show on television, and move around the house/yard/street/stores, etc. There are thousands who are in jails and can't do that -- or hospital rooms, confined to beds right this very minute!

(3) You have hundreds of minutes ahead of you -- and all of them unused and just waiting for you to fill them up with something good. You've got the power to do that, y'know!! Look at your arms for a second: Is anyone "twisting" them to do otherwise?

(4) Now, I know you've got things that are hurtin' you, but -- well, let me ask this: Do you remember anything bad that happened to you in, say, 1975? Okay, how's that affecting you now? Does it still make you wanna cry, or tear someone's lungs out? Or have you gotten over it?
Well, I GUARANTEE that you'll survive these heartaches, too!
And the way to do it? Remember those "unused minutes" I talked about? Fill them with productive action that will provide positive results! And why let something -- someone's actions -- control you? Remember: YOU'VE GOT THE POWER OVER YOURSELF! YOU'VE GOT YOUR HAND ON THE CONTROLS!! It's YOUR plane ... YOU fly it to the heights you want!

And don't forget this little wonder we call the internet! Use it to regain a step or two ... to search for a new job, make new friends, etc. You can even Google® whatever's bugging you and find loads of ways to help you win over the situation(s)!

So, man, don't ever overlook the awesome gift of today that we've been given! This can be the day that the pendulum finally starts swinging in your direction again ...

Okay ... 'nuff said. Share this with someone if ya think it'll help, okay?

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Who's WHO???

Over the past few months, I've gotten a number of emails at the RockRoom asking if I was any kin to this yokel (see the pic on the left).
Yep, it's the (infamous, crazy, weird) Unknown Hinson -- a guy who puts the "sic" in "music".

Actually, we're not related at all (his real name is Stuart Daniel Baker).

His gimmick is his looks -- all put on (have you ever known a Hinson to look that weird?don'tanswerthat,please) The dude is quite a performer, though, and does some killer rockabilly.  Plays a lot of small venues ... a little too strong for Top 40 or mainstream, though (geez ... have ya heard him??).

Another question I'm constantly asked is if I'm kin to The Hinsons gospel group. Mebbe -- I'm not exactly religious in the normal term (I have my beliefs and faith; let it go at that), but these folks are talented! And I understand they're great folks around their fans, too!

But the Relic stands on his own. I was (according to some. Well, maybe a handful. Okay ... two, then) a nearly-famous local rocker (that word, "fame", sticks in my craw. That and a buck will getcha any size coffee you want at McDonald's), decent DJ, and now overworked writer. Unless someone comes up with another one of us, that's it!
Only one Pineville-NC-bred Chuck Hinson with those creds ... but the best credential of all is that I carry my father's name. And that, my friends, is worth more to me than all the accolades I could ever have otherwise!

THE "NAME GAME" CAN BE TRICKY:  A few decades ago, when I was still living in Charlotte, my buddy John got me hooked up with a part-time job.  Now, dishwashing wasn't my top choice as a second income but, when you've got more "outgoing" than "incoming", you've gotta beef up the account somewhere.  And there was an older lady who manned the old Hobart™ machine in the shift before mine.
I went to introduce myself to her as I arrived for my first day. The conversation went something like this:

"Hi!  I'm Chuck Hinson.  I'll be washing dishes on the next shift."
"I leave here early!""Well, ma'am, that's fine!  I can start now and you can go ahead and clock out, I guess"
Thinking that she might not have heard me, I introed myself again ... only to get:
"Yes, ma'am.  And it's a real pleasure to know you!  So I guess you can go now!"

She looked at me in disgust, threw her dishtowel down, stomped over to the time clock and punched out.(rather that thing than me ...)
As she left the clock, she looked back at me and yelled, "I LEAVE HERE EARLY!"I yelled back, "AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR TIME OFF!"She cut me a look that, had it hit the dish machine, would've cut it in two ... and then turned and stomped off.
Still wanting to know her name, I sneaked over and checked her card. It said ...
The woman just had an accent. And I ended up with Grade A Jumbo (eggs, that is ...) on my face ...

More later. Stay tuned ...


Sunday, October 16, 2011


It's become a daily routine ...
Whenever my little Shih-Tzu, Keiko, sees me heading for my work desk, readying for the day's assignments, she tags along faithfully and takes her place on the floor beside me, ready to defend me against any crumb of strudel that falls from my hands (yes, I carry my breakfast with me).

You know, we've had quite a few songs dedicated or referring to dogs over the years. My favorite one's on the "B" side of The Who's My Generation ... an instrumental called Dogs, Part 2 (PS  Have you ever wondered why so many of these hits never seem to have a Part 1?). Both Keith Moon and John Entwhistle had major runs in that powerhouse of a rocker. Listening to it a few days ago (including Roger's rare fade-out where he called for a dog and laughed), I wondered why there was such an obsession with dogs during 1965!

Beginning with the great Rufus Thomas, you had Do The Dog, Walkin' The Dog and my favorite, Somebody Stole My Dog. At the same time, Perry Como was reviving the pop hit, How Much Is That Doggie In The Window? on his show. One of the most hip-shakingest, midriff-jarring dances in teen America was called The Dog (trust me ... it took me a month before I could walk straight again).
Then, on their debut album in 1966, The Monkees had a comical filler called I'm Gonna Buy Me A Dog (side 2, last track, original More of The Monkees, Colgems Records). This one was also considered a bit sexist, because Micky was singing that he could get a dog to do what his "girl" used to (incidentally, since the boys weren't playing their own instruments on record yet, listen for Dolenz to mimic the drums with his "boopboopshebopbopwhamawham" -- and Mike laughing in the background just after it).

After that song (which, though never released as a single) made it big with local rock bands around America, the "dog" craze kind of died down a bit. But, for just a couple of years or so, dogs actually had a part in the progression of rock-and-roll ... and, for that, we give them a special "bow". "wow"....

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Thursday, October 13, 2011

(Inter)netting A Date

As most of you know by now, I spend most of my work hours behind the wheel of a mouse that takes me down this internet freeway. Whether it's articles, blogs or research, there's at least one part of my business that demands the keys be in the ignition at all times ...

Of course, amongst the emails, pop-ups, requests and more, there are the obligatory offers from some webside "lonely-hearts-club", boasting that I can find my "perfect mate" through them (and, this, to a guy who can rarely find the mate to his one black sock!).

A couple of months ago I heard, from a couple of receptionists in clients' offices, that they'd "found someone on the internet", and were eagerly anticipating a future of love, contentment and roses ...
ahhhhh, but a few weeks later these same excited young ladies looked somber and disillusioned. I innocently asked how their new relationships were going, but they mumbled something like "aw-it-didn't-work-out" and then avoided the subject.

You see, they were so enthused about finally meeting that "special someone" that they become susceptible to the alibis and lies that so many are prone to spew in hopes of attracting the opposite gender.  And these lies can range from relatively harmless (face it ... most men are not 'George Clooney lookalikes') to potentially lethal (hidden police records, sex offenders, etc.).
More often, these lies cause the lovestruck to come back home with tears in her eyes, dejected and mad because she's been lied to ...
or (as happened recently in Kentucky), not come back home at all ... at least not alive ...

Now, a person can find a truly honorable and loving person on the other end of their web connection ... and wonderful things can really grow from that. But it's important that you take time to really know that person before setting up that first date -- or making any other future plans. Here are some things to watch for:

When that "wonderful" person arrives online to chat, are there any long lapses between his/her responses? Does he "beat around the bush" rather than answer a question directly? Does he push for an immediate commitment? Begin to talk more about sex and his loneliness? Want to come and see you immediately??
These are just a few of the "red flags" to look for before even thinking about getting closer to someone you meet online. In fact, the biggest "red flag" could be that you did met him or her via an internet dating site! You see, these things are set up with "romance" (c'mon, let's call it like it is: more often, it's with "sexual encounters") in mind.

But there are so many other ways to meet and know someone on this information superhighway: If you're in a specific group or forum, on Facebook® or elsewhere, you're in an already-moderated environment (so he'll have to watch his step!). And the key is take your time to really know the person you're interested in! Listen to your intuition, take it as slow as sorghum molasses, and play it safe, okay?

Monday, October 10, 2011

Duly Noted

In my office, I have a big accordion file that normally catches the loose notes -- slips of paper on which I've scribbled ideas or thoughts during the day. After transferring them to WordPad for later coordination and use, I stick the longhand in there and clean it at least once a month. Sooner if I drop part of a sandwich in it ...

Last night, after donning the aerator mask and Brown Mule™ gloves, I plowed through them, just in case there were some that missed being computerised. And, yes, there were a few:

For example: Here's one that says "DESIGN CHANGE? TMC, ala BCH?" If you noticed my non-rock blog, the template has been changed to give the reader more choices -- make it more interactive.
So why not this one??
Well, it's all in respect to Uncle Lloyd. For years, he kept the style that all of us Blogspotters are given when we sign up. But we recognised it as his style; when you clicked on a blog that had the "standard" template, we thought of it at the Thaxton style.
So, in honour of our friend, mentor and favourite uncle, I decided to keep the body as-is and just toy with the heading to reflect the Mouse House itself.

Then there's this one with just three letters: DVD?
Every week, I get at least three emails asking what the status is on the DVD that LL was working on prior to his passing. Honestly, I don't know; everybody's "mum" on this one. There are some rushes that I've heard about, but no word's come in concerning finished product yet.
But this is one venture that shouldn't be left on a back-burner. If anything, we need that Thaxton humour in our country more than ever! Agreed?

Then there are notes I made from our emails, blurbs from Stuff Happens!, photo tags and even Wikipedia® excerpts, all collated for a manuscript that, eventually, will be a book about Uncle LL. Still in the works, it takes extra time and money (both which are scarce at the moment) -- but you can bet your bottom, Dollar (that should read "bottom dollar". Sorry ...) that this is one project that's gonna be completed by year's end!

There's more to come, but, for now, gotta get a couple of assignments in before deadline. And apologise to my dogs.
I thought they'd eaten that last piece of ham-on-rye sandwich I had three months ago! WOW!!! Amazing what you can find in this file ...

Stay tuned ...

Thursday, October 6, 2011

It Was Three Years Ago That ...

Three years ago yesterday, the world of rock-and-roll darkened -- and the legends of the genre, both here on earth and already with the angels, bowed their heads in grief over a very special loss ...

When I heard of Uncle Lloyd's passing, I remember just sitting at my desk and just staring into space; my entire body felt as if someone had just run a couple-thousand volts of electricity through it.
And, then, the tears came ...

Lloyd sent me the above cartoons a short while before he died -- and, if you'll look at Jerry Von Amerongen's title, you'll see an "inside joke" between us; I'd just moved from Ballard Street to my digs on 29th St. here in A-Town.

Of course, there were a load of other things we passed back and forth via both email and the snail version. But, after hearing about his passing, it took forever to enjoy them again (I couldn't even enjoy his book Stuff Happens! though I'd already read it cover-to-cover a few times ...).

Now, Lloyd's back pages are still available for reading at his old blog address (and I urge every M.I.T. grad [ie, you passed your Mouser In Training, which means you're entitled to share our cheese stash here ...] to click on his blog and take in some fond memories as you re-read his posts.
In one of them, he talked about death, and how obituaries are full of people whose life read "(year of birth) - (year of death)". He thought it was sad that people's lives between birth/death dates have been relegated to just a dash. Then he asked something very deep:

On this anniversary of his death (from multiple myeloma), I can just hear him saying: Chuckie, why oh why are you 'celebrating' my DEATH?? I was BORN, you know ... and I built a pretty good 'dash', if I do say so myself. FORGET that last number -- it will happen to EVERYBODY at some time. It's more important for you to do something with that 'dash' in BETWEEN the numbers!

And so we will, chief ... so we will ...

Stay tuned ...

Monday, October 3, 2011

Loose Notes from The Desk ...

Y'know, ever since the beginnin' (when all was dark, and the rock planet was still in disarray from prior civilililizations), I asked readers to email rather than do those "comments" below (though I do welcome those!), 'cause I'd rather do some one-on-one with my fans and readers or both or either.
So I set up the RelicMail. And, believe me, the RM's been filled most days with threats ... er, nice stuff from readers. In fact, some of the ideas I've had for material have come from you!
But I'm often asked, "Where do you get all your information and stuff for your blogs?" Geez ... givin' away my sources is like KFC® givin' away its recipe for fried chicken! There are some things that are still sacred in this world ...
so shhhh! It's a seeee-cret!! 

But lemme say that the sources I have are the best in the biz (many times, from the acts themselves!). And I can tell ya this: on occasion, knowledgeable superstars like Ron Ryan (Riot Squad), "Moulty" Moulton (Barbarians), Mike Tinsley (Hedgehoppers Anonymous), Frank Allen (Searchers), Peter Noone (Herman's Hermits), Phil Volk (Paul Revere and the Raiders), Spencer Hannabuss/Nathan Persad (The Fore, The 286), Matt Hardy (The Fore, PaperFaces) and others offer their input, and I'm obviously glad to give credit (no checks or cash, though).

But, without a doubt, the one man who had the most impact on this RockLife (hmmm ... sounds like a good name for a webside new Spaper, doesn't it?? Stay tuned ...) was the Chief himself, Lloyd Eugene Thaxton (three "e"s in "Eugene". None in "Lloyd").
In fact, a coupla nights ago, I found most of the emails and communiques we shared during our all-too-brief friendship -- and started reading. When LL spoke or wrote, he did so from his heart, to your heart -- and in a one-on-one, personal way that made you remember every word that he said.
As I read, I thought about my favourite flavour of people on FB -- those of the F.A.N.G. group (fans of the legendary bassist for Paul Revere and the Raiders, Phil "Fang" Volk) -- and how Uncle LL would've loved to be part of them.  He and they (we) would've had a field day talking and reminiscing ...

But, most of all, I realised how much I not only miss the Head Cheese (his words, btw) of the Clique, but how I have been so influenced by him!  I mean, this cat actually made rock-n-roll happen in the mid-Sixties by giving exposure to acts like the Raiders, Sonny and Cher, The Byrds and James Brown (see above pic, where Lloyd is trying to teach Mr. Brown how to add dance to his routine [or do I have that backward?]).

Now, I've gotta figure how to get all these printouts, mags, DVDs and more back into their special, hermetically-sealed-box-that-won't-be-on-Funk-and-Wagnall's-porch, without feeling a whole lotta sadness over our fave Uncle's passing.
But I can hear Lloyd saying: Look, don't be sad about this.  I'm up here on cloud nine (literally), and okay.  But what I want you to do is to rock like you've never rocked before!  Enjoy the party ... and never lose sight of whoever brought you to it, okay?? Don't worry about me ... we'll meet up again someday.



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Saturday, October 1, 2011

A Little Craziness Never Hurts ...

Y'know, in the world of rock-n-roll ... in fact, in the music world itself ... there seems to be a lack of the one thing that can turn people on, get endorphins rushin', and make life a little easier to bear.
It's called humour.
Now, there's no doubt that Paul Revere and The Raiders had it. Their mid-Sixties' hits were all Top-40 material, and their onstage and (and, as we read from Uncle Lloyd's Tiger Beat awhile back) occasional offstage antics made for some of the most flat-out entertaining vignettes in rock-and-roll history .

But there were those who could get their humour onto the radio, and with great results: From the Trashmen's Surfin' Bird (which, incidentally, was about a dance, but became a popular voiceunder for some of the craziest bits on television) to the King of the Road himself, Roger Miller, at one point in time humour was actually an integral part of our listening pleasure.

Miller always seemed to be smiling while singing his signature hits like Dang Me, Chug-A-Lug, England Swings, You Can't Roller Skate (in a Buffalo Herd) -- and hit us broadside with serious, thoughtful hits like One Dyin' and A Buryin' and Husbands and Wives.
The man was one of the most likeable guys off-camera, and he's sorely missed.

Another performer not only set the stage for some megafunny hits but also developed sort of a "prototype" for rap!
Ray Stevens, of Ahab the Arab fame, could belt out some hilarious stuff (including Gidget the Midget, Along Came Jones and The Streak) as well as some amazing story songs like Have A Little Talk With Myself (which was covered by Sammy Davis. Jr.) and, of course, Everything Is Beautiful. But when it came to rhyme, meter and phrasing -- all in spoken-word verses -- nothing could beat 1969's Gitarzan. If you listen to rap and hip-hop today, you'll hear exactly the same meter, the same timing ... but Ray did it years before!

Of course, today's laughlord is "Weird" Al Yankovic, whose parodies of the hits-of-the-day have gone platinum! But there's one other, who's a fave amongst kids of 2011 and is, as of this post, enjoying a reunion of the band and a solid new LP.  Primus (with legendary bassist Les Claypool) are known for their offbeat tracks -- like the one from the Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure soundtrack called Tommy the Cat.  With a dynamic heavy-rock beat, the song sounds like it's ripped out of a Garfield® comic ... when you visualize the graphics, it's totally cool!  And, on another album, they rip through some serious rock for two tracks and then -- without any advance notice to fans -- break out into a very hillbilly song, Puddin' Tane!  Zany but so cool ...

Anyway ... in this day and age, we really need a few laughs ... even in our music! And I predict that it won't be long before someone else steps up to the plate and hits a homerun with a #1 smiler ...
so stay tuned ...