My name is Richard, I grew up in the 50s and 60s, and I’d like to piss on the grave of the guy who wrote “Open the door, Richard”.
Well, the LP charted in the Top 10, so someone must have been buying it.
I always dug the very weird B-side of this, “Angels Coming in the Holy Night.” (Was going to link to it on Youtube, but the version on there is overlaid with annoying extraneous noise from the irrelevant video portion.)
Just…don’t.
Oh, cool! I had this song playing on Youtube as I read this post. (It was linked after “Master Jack.”)
“Shaving Cream”
…stick your head in a barrel of shhhhh…aving cream, feel nice and clean. Shhhhh…ave every day and you’ll always feel clean.
Had one just now. I went to the Bite of Seattle for lunch, and a cover band called “The Spirographs” were on stage playing tunes from the 60s and 70s. The song I hadn’t thought about in forever: Yummy, Yummy, Yummy.
Another one that popped into my head a few weeks ago: Like a Sunday in Salem by Gene Cotton. Weird tune that was on the radio a lot for a few months in '78, but has almost totally disappeared from our culture, as far as I can tell.
I don’t remember who sang it, but I remember a song that goes. ‘Hey, baby, I’m your telephone man. You just tell me where you want it, and I’ll put it where I can.’
I think I was too young at the time to get the double entendres.
That was 'I don’t want to want you anymore ’ by Prism
“Telephone Man” by Meri Wilson. It was a big Dr. Demento airplay item.
Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum (had to Google for the artist).
Cherokee Nation by Paul Revere and the Raiders (spent a week in Girl Scout camp singing Parakeet Nation, Parakeet Tribe…).
And Mason William’s Classical Gas brings back a boatload of memories.
Today’s blast from the past: Jack and Jill, by Ray Parker, Jr. This is Super Seventies Cheatin’ Cheez, bonus points for the nursery rhyme imagery. It just about makes my skin crawl off!
If it’s skin crawling you want, you just reminded me of this long-forgotten ditty of the same title by Tommy Roe. 
Musicological note: check out how the key change is handled–it starts modulating up in traditional pop-dramatic fashion at 1:27, but then they just say the hell with it and throw in a funky drum break, leaving Tommy to come back in cold on the new key. 
Well…yeah. 
I’ll check it out when I get home.
A while back for absolutely no reason at all this song by Mouth & McNeal popped into my head. How can I remember a song I didn’t know I knew?
Thank you, Biggirl. Thank you so much. It’s been many years since I last heard it, but that’s become my earworm today. 
Here’s one I’d forgotten about: Too Late to Turn Back Now, from Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose.
Good news: found an oldies station that plays REAL oldies.
Bad news: all the commercials are for pills, funeral planning needs, and motorized scooters! Hey! I don’t need a walker or Ben Gay YET!!!
OMG, “Some Velvet Morning”!!!
Story time: Around 1982, and my college radio station plays a bizarre song by Roland Howard and Lydia Lunch that blew my mind in a WTF way. A couple of weeks later, I called the station and requested it. The DJ said that they didn’t have that at the time, but they could play the original. Original??? Somebody else did that song before 1982??? So I told them to play it. I thought the original was 10 times weirder than the No Wave remake. That is pretty amazing. Just goes to show that the drugs in the late 60s were really powerful.
So powerful that they could make Nancy Sinatra into a best-selling singer!!!
Ooooh, good ones **Spoons **and Biggirl! I thought of a few as I lay half asleep after reading this thread last night but this morning the only one I could remember is Rock the Boat by the Hughes Corporation. I did, however remember listening to all of these on my toot a loop radio.
I heard a choice one yesterday, Cherry Hill Park by Billy Joe Royal. And may I say, now, that listening to the lyrics, I have been grossed out. It sounds like a porn fantasy, some loose girl just having fun turning tricks with all the guys after dark. That loose girl just having fun is doing so, acting out pathology, after severe childhood sexual abuse.
How funny–I totally associate that song with Tommy Roe’s “Jack and Jill,” which I linked to a few posts above. And yeah, I remember back in 9th grade I thought “Cherry Hill Park” was filthy.
Make sure your miniskirt is short enough, Jill… :eek: