Calling all hepcats! DJ Li'l Scratch is layin' down some swingin' tracks at the Manor's "Pork Sword" lounge tonight. But first, have you seen the 1980's sitcom "It's a Living?" If you have, then you know about "Sonny Mann," the comically boorish lounge singer played by Paul Kreppel (in a performance that used to annoy me, though now I find it oddly endearing).
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Kreppel had to have been lampooning Buddy Greco, at least vocally, a fantastic Vegas lounge singer who surely originated the phrases "Who loves ya', baby!" and "Ring-a-ding-ding!" and "The meatloaf's fantastic! We're open all night!"
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And while I make fun of Buddy, his LP, "16 Most Requested Songs" is winningly primeval. This is how songs like "The Lady Is A Tramp" and "She Loves Me" were first performed - or so I imagine - and in fact, how they should always be performed, with unconscious glitz and boy-yo razzmatazz. Dig it, daddy!
BTW, looking for Peckerwood's Weekly Lunocracy Post? It's RIGHT HERE.
You know that sinking feeling in your gut? The one that hits when you read the news and realize the lunatics aren’t just running the asylum—they’ve firebombed it and are selling tickets to the rubble? Yeah. That one. Every day is another headline torn from the fever dream of a meth-addled confederate flag enthusiast. Supreme Court decisions written by people who seem to think it’s still 1854. Elected officials who mistake their Twitter accounts for divine revelation. Billionaires tweeting memes while democracy bleeds out in the corner. And then there’s that one. The Orange Menace. Still slouching toward the podium, still howling, still grifting, still somehow not in prison. He’s a walking indictment of everything broken in this country. And yet, here we are. Again. Because fascism is nothing if not persistent — and nostalgia for white male dominance is America’s favorite opioid. The Republican Party is no longer a political party. It’s a deranged cult. A fascist talent show. A deat...
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