Tuesday, April 28, 2015

65 – Be Prepared - Tom Lehrer – 1953




            This is one of my favorite songs from Tom Lehrer, one of the great satirists of the 1950’s and 1960’s. His best known song (I think), which I remember hearing on “Dr. Demento” in 1974, was “Poisoning Pigeons in the Park”.


            In Chicago, Dr. Demento was on WSDM (98FM, now the Loop) which used a couple different slogans in the early-to-mid 1970’s. They were either “Smack Dab in the Middle” (WSDM) or “the station with the girls”, because all the DJ’s were ladies. WSDM played an interesting mix of rock, interspersed with comedy cuts. I first heard Monty Python there as well.


            Lehrer was a very interesting character in the 1950’s and early 60’s, a Harvard educated professor of mathematics at MIT, Harvard, and Wellesley, he wrote and performed his quirky songs in Boston nightclubs in the early 50’s and recorded an album’s worth of songs at his own expense, selling them at concerts and by mail.


            He was lumped in with the “Sick” comics of the late 50’s due to his racy double entendres. Time magazine wrote about “the Sickniks”, Lenny Bruce, Mort Sahl, Shelly Berman, Jonathan Winters, Nichols and May, and Tom Lehrer. They were only sick in that they tackled subject matter left untouched by the lame, mainstream comedians of the era, i.e. Bob Hope, Joey Bishop, Joey Adams… 


“Mort Sahl, 32, the original sicknik, now makes $300,000 a year, but still manages to see the worm in the golden apple. Right alongside Sahl in the hierarchy of disease is Jonathan Winters, 33, a roly-poly brainy-zany who has spent most of the past two months as a patient in his favorite subject for humor: the funny farm. While these two once seemed more or less alone in their strange specialty, it is now clear that the virus has spread…


“The sicknik mood and method range all the way from the wistful social desperation of Elaine May and Mike Nichols, who are barely sick at all—just an occasional mild symptom—to the usually vicious barrage of Lenny Bruce. Where Elaine and Mike meditate on the problem of a stranded motorist who has lost his last dime, or a boss quietly trying to drink a secretary into submission. Newcomer Bruce, 33, likes to defend Leopold and Loeb: ''Bobby Franks was snotty…


"Lehrer is that rare amateur who turned professional and who did so successfully; in his last engagement he threatened the sanity of S.R.O. crowds at London's Royal Festival Hall. Sample Lehrer lyric:

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,

But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.

You can raise welts, Like nobody else, As we dance the masochism tango.



            In 1964-1965, Lehrer wrote topical songs for the American version of “That Was the Week That Was”. These songs had a little more political bent.


            “So Long, Mom (a song for World War III),” “National Brotherhood Week,” and “The Folk Song Army.”


             He also contributed “New Math”:New Math


                        “Hooray for New Math

                        New-w-w-w-w Math

                        It won’t do you a bit of good to review math

                        It’s so simple, so very simple

                        That only a child can do it.”



            And “Vatican Rag,” Link a somewhat sacrilegious take on the Second Vatican Council reforms, which my Blackburn (and later Western and later still in Cary) roommate, Kevin K. did a great rendition of…



                        “First you get down on your knees,

                        Fiddle with your rosaries,

                        Bow your head with great respect, and

                        Genuflect! Genuflect! Genuflect!”



            “Be Prepared” is prefaced by Lehrer…



            “…this one is a little song dedicated to the Boy Scouts of America…those noble little… bastions of democracy, and the American legion of tomorrow…”                                 



                        “Be prepared! That’s the Boy Scout’s solemn creed,

                        Be prepared! And be clean in word and deed,

                        Don’t solicit for your sister, that’s not nice,

                        Unless you get a good percentage of her price.”      



            OK… I guess that could be considered a little sick…           

Monday, April 13, 2015

64 - Lawyers, Guns, and Money and 111 - Werewolves of London - Warren Zevon - 1978










            Two of my favorite songs by Warren Zevon from his great album of 1978, “Excitable Boy.” I bought these from the Zune marketplace since I have not digitized my album, yet.


            Both are fun songs to sing along with and both feature the guttural exclamations Zevon liked to use.


            “Send lawyers, guns and money, dad get me out of here…HAH!”


            and


            “Saw a werewolf drinkin’ a pina colada at Trader Vic’s, his hair was perfect…DUUP!”


            Not much more to say about these songs, they don’t bring any particular memory, I just enjoy them.


Wednesday, January 28, 2015

63 – It’s Money That I Love – Randy Newman – 1979





            This one kinda bookends with 30-It’s Money That Matters, another Randy Newman opus. It comes from 1979’s “Born Again” album, the one with Newman on the cover behind a desk in a business suit, with green hair, white clown face, and green dollar signs over his eyes. 


            It has a rollicking boogie-woogie beat that I love, with delightfully funny, pointed lyrics.

“They say that money
Can't buy love in this world
But it'll get you a half-pound of cocaine
And a sixteen-year old girl
And a great big long limousine
On a hot September night
Now that may not be love
But it is all right”


Newman sings many songs from an extreme viewpoint (“Rednecks”,

“Short People”, “Political Science”) though it’s obvious it’s for satirical purposes.


            It reminds me of 1979 when I was finishing up my M.A. and came back to Accutronics as a Production Supervisor, though I was soon to become the Process Engineer/QA Manager, making around $20K a year. It was the year I purchased the only new car I’ve ever had, a 1979 Mustang, for which I paid $5600 cash, loaned to me by my grandmother, who I slowly paid off over the next 6-7 years.


            I had that car for 7-8 years, sold it for $2500 cash (the most I’ve ever held in my hand), surviving a crash in 1981 when I was drunk. Luckily, I was not found out, which is an interesting story…


            In 1981 I played 12 inch softball with a bunch of guys from Accu and some friends of friends. After one Saturday game I went to a teammate’s house to drink beer and swim in his parent’s pool.


            After several hours of drinking I decided to head for home, after stopping at the long-gone Pizza Stop for a “Pollish ssauagge wi’ mudstardpigglesandunyuns”. As I sat at a red light, waiting to make a left turn, a 16 year old kid in his brother’s new Corvette, made a left turn in front of me, onto my street, flooring the ‘Vette, losing control and slamming into me right at the driver’s door, pushing me into the right turn lane.


            The window was rolled down and glass flew out of the smashed door. My polish and fries were also flying about the car. My head bumped the bent door frame and I was slightly bleeding down my forehead.


            My inability to walk well when I crawled out the passenger side door was taken to be the result of the bump, not the 10 beers I had downed. After the police came and ticketed the kid, who had no insurance, they let me drive home.


            At the time I was renting a house from Mr. M, my boss (see also: 7 – I Won’t Let You Down), and as I pulled into the driveway I saw Mr. M in his yard next door. Since the driver’s side door was bashed in and inoperable, my only way of exit was by the passenger door.


            After I pushed open the door, I somersaulted backward out the door to my feet (pretty good trick for my drunken, 6’5”, 230 pound frame) and I told Mr. M the whole story.


            Ahhhh, youth!  

Thursday, December 4, 2014

62 – You Can Call Me Al – Paul Simon – 1986





A song from Paul Simon’s “Graceland” album that always reminds me of the video that was released, starring Chevy Chase, animatedly mouthing the lyrics as Paul Simon morosely lurked in the background, playing various instruments such as the bass guitar and conga drums.


It also reminds me of a concert Lynn and I attended in 1992, during Simon’s “Born at the Right Time” tour, at the Rosemont Horizon (now the Allstate Arena). The stage was on our left so the majority of the sound pounded my left eardrum. 


And it was loud (which many people later marveled at when I told them, they thought of Paul Simon as the “Sounds of Silence”, “Scarborough Fair” guy, even though the new albums were very percussion driven)


The next day I noticed my ears were still ringing, especially my left.


When it didn’t abate after several days, I made an appointment with my primary doctor and he sent me to an ear, nose, and throat specialist, who performed a hearing test. It was then that I found out I had lost upper register hearing, due to running punch press for 6 months in my early working career at Accutronics, in those wonderful pre-OSHA days when we didn’t wear any hearing protection (and none was offered).


The ringing has never stopped, I just don’t notice it until I’m in a quiet area, or are sick, when it becomes hard not to think about the constant tone.


I’ve gotten used to it, I guess.


My doctor also found I had an enlarged thyroid on the right side of my throat and I ended up having half of it removed, requiring me to take synthroid forever to make up for the missing half.

           That’s a lot of medical memories linked to a fairly upbeat song