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.
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That was a TRAVESTY! And Jerry Lewis as emcee? He was even worse than Bob Hope usually is . Oh well, no point in crying over spilled half and half. C'mon, hop inside my parents' new 1956 Mercury (it's painted in "2-Tone" colors!) and we can swing by the drive-thru and get a couple chocolate malts and split an order of onion rings while we watch Ed Sullivan. The Five Satins are going to be on, and we can watch and chat and laugh about whatever's going on in our lives at school or at work, just like an Open Post or something! Photo Credit: AK
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