This rescued video from the fabled 1971 NBC color spectacular is the only remaining example of the unique song-stylings of this all-male singing group. Leader Guy Gold would later attempt to recapture the magic with his 1985 outfit, Guy & the New Geldings, but the police quickly put a stop to that.
While our crack team of scientists labor to return the sidebar from its inter-dimensional travels, below is a listing of what avid readers would normally find in its place. Which is to say, shining examples of my previous work, including embarassing photos. Enjoy.
It’s Joe Recca, late of our fair city, with some Baltimore-centric humor and other, as he puts it, “clean, hilarious comedy.” Catch it all week at 2:30 p.m. at 89.3 on your FM dial or wpfw.org.
I already miss the Grog and Tankard, even though I haven’t been there for a long time. Here’s the City Paper cover story I did, still the definitive piece on the place. Well, I haven’t seen much else written. (That quote in today’s Post from Vertical Horizon singer and guitarist Matt Scannell was pulled from my story.)
The above shot was taken inside the elevator of the Wilkes-Barre, Pa., Days Inn. Not, as researchers previously speculated, inside a Turkish prison in 1968.
I was in Wilkes-Barre on top-secret assignment for a documentary project that will blow the lid off all previous documentaries — and I’m looking at you, Al Gore! While I am not at liberty to reveal anything more about this future award-winner, here is a photo of the actual Days Inn where I spent a blissful, nightmare-plagued evening. Oh, how I suffer for my art…
It was a delight to meet and interview famed comedian/activist/ diet guru Dick Gregory during WPFW’s recent pledge drive. I’m also proud to say that I met my pledge goal during my hour. Now send in those checks!
Interviewing Mr. Gregory proved an easy task. After I said “Hello,” he pretty much filled the entire show with wonderful anecdotes of his pioneering days in comedy and philosophical stories of same. He’s a fascinating guy.
A sad week for music lovers, and though I realize I’m a bit late, I simply must post this wonderful bit of Hayesiana found floating on the aether. It is offered in honor of Mr. Hot Buttered Soul. He shall be missed.
Hayes’ signature tune (and one of the undisputed greatest recordings ever made) is performed by the South Australian Police Band, under the able direction of conductor Ernest H. Alderslade, pictured here.
I will be hosting a one-hour show on WPFW Tuesday and Wednesday, Aug. 11-13. Be advised that this is part of the station’s pledge drive, so in addition to spinning comedy records*, I will also be demanding money. And you should pay up.
Wednesday, my guest will be the legendary Dick Gregory.
*By “records” I mean digital versions of vinyl hilarity.