Post by organist89 on Apr 22, 2004 11:50:40 GMT -5
"Hello muddah...hello faddah...here I am at...Camp Granada..."
Ah, it seems that everyone knows those familiar strains. Remember that song, "Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah"? It was a parody on Ponticelli's "Dance of the Hours".
I speak (via AIM and Yahoo Messenger and ICQ) on a daily basis with people from as near as New Jersey and as far as Austrailia. And I have a habit of bringing up Allan Sherman in conversation, he being a hero of mine and all.
And even the Austrialian, though he's only 14, knew Allan Sherman at once on hearing those lyrics.
If you were to take the time and do a little research on Sherman, you'd see that he's a man worth taking a second look at...worth giving a moment of silent thought to.
Allan Sherman died in 1973, at the age of 48. Cause of death was a combo of emphysema (he was a chain smoker), and a high-blood-pressure triggered heart attack (he had HBP and was severly overweight).
He was a poor Jewish man who died as he was born and lived much of his life: penniless.
His short-lived success was in the 1960's, when he became an overnight celebrity due to his witty song lyrics.
He recorded five or six records with Warner Bros., including "My son, the nut", "My son, the folk singer", and "For swingin' livers only".
Although those records are no longer "in print", Rhino CDs made a CD of his 18 best hits. It's in most record stores, and the album is called "My son, the Greatest".
Sherman's songs were parodies on folk tunes, and usually made fun of Jews (since PC didn't mean jack sh*t in those days ;D ).
I'd like you to take the time and read a little more about him, at the official Allan Sherman shrine:
mywebpages.comcast.net/allansherman/index.html
Thank you for taking the time to read this, it means a lot to me.
Ah, it seems that everyone knows those familiar strains. Remember that song, "Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah"? It was a parody on Ponticelli's "Dance of the Hours".
I speak (via AIM and Yahoo Messenger and ICQ) on a daily basis with people from as near as New Jersey and as far as Austrailia. And I have a habit of bringing up Allan Sherman in conversation, he being a hero of mine and all.
And even the Austrialian, though he's only 14, knew Allan Sherman at once on hearing those lyrics.
If you were to take the time and do a little research on Sherman, you'd see that he's a man worth taking a second look at...worth giving a moment of silent thought to.
Allan Sherman died in 1973, at the age of 48. Cause of death was a combo of emphysema (he was a chain smoker), and a high-blood-pressure triggered heart attack (he had HBP and was severly overweight).
He was a poor Jewish man who died as he was born and lived much of his life: penniless.
His short-lived success was in the 1960's, when he became an overnight celebrity due to his witty song lyrics.
He recorded five or six records with Warner Bros., including "My son, the nut", "My son, the folk singer", and "For swingin' livers only".
Although those records are no longer "in print", Rhino CDs made a CD of his 18 best hits. It's in most record stores, and the album is called "My son, the Greatest".
Sherman's songs were parodies on folk tunes, and usually made fun of Jews (since PC didn't mean jack sh*t in those days ;D ).
I'd like you to take the time and read a little more about him, at the official Allan Sherman shrine:
mywebpages.comcast.net/allansherman/index.html
Thank you for taking the time to read this, it means a lot to me.