I’m Spartacus!
And so’s my wife.
I lost my faith the first (and only) time I heard Pat Boone sing(?) Hearts Of Stone.
I lost whatever I had left when I heard Buck Owens sing(?) Bridge Over Troubled Water. I’ve never recovered from that.
It leads to really really REALLY old senile bastards, making shit recordings of dubious song selections, sung in a horrible manner, leaving them as washed up has beens, playing tiny towns nobody heard of.
Boone wasn’t ever that good a singer to begin with. Epic Fail. I wouldn’t even listen to his “music”. So why would I listen to his demented ramblings? Pack him off to the old folks home before he hurts himself.
Looks like he’s a Birther now, too.
If either group wins, Americans will take it up the ass…
Seems like a perfectly cromulent analogy to me 
Well, he’s certainly not gonna walk in.
So he’s on a double bill with Yngwie Malmsteen, then.
Since she learned, at a young age, of the trail of Little Pats he supposedly left, balanced by his book, 'Twixt Twelve and Twenty, my wife has fantasied about punching Pat Boone in the stomach. Some years ago, that fate became her default punishment for hypocrites and assholes.
Loafers? I could swear they were buckskin laceups. Not that I ever listened to Pat Boone or anything. Who?
I don’t know why, but I find this to be uproariously funny.
If you’re righteous it comes with 72 versions when you die.
I wonder if Pat believes in this as strongly as he did Acne-Statin.
And he cares so much about the normal traditional family unit he accepted money to sing the Ozzie penned themesong to The Osbournes (the reality show of his neighbor, America’s favorite drugged up overly permissive divorced-and-remarried family man).
In here at the tail end of this thread: trying to find a Pat Boone song I could rework the lyrics on for some humor— whoo boy, that’s a hard row to hoe, what a Snoozefest.
And, though I saw a couple that would be do-able, this one stands by itself "Wang-Dang Taffyapple Tango (Mambo Cha-Cha-Cha), apparently with some success at #18 in 1960.
Time for a timely redo, with all credit to Pat’s version.
This could seriously impact the butter churn industry.
Conestoga Wagon sales are going to plummet from this century’s peak sales of just last year – 2.
I think my favorites among his recordings from his glory days would be one of the following:
Pat Boone: Keepin’ It White (1958)
Pat Boone Fucks Up the Blues (1958)
Pat Boone: What a Friend We Have in Blandness (1958)
Pat Boone Fucks Up the Best of Chuck Berry (1958)
Say what you will about Pat Boone, but anyone who killed at bear the age of three is OK with me. And that splitting a tree with a thrown tomahawk? Classic.
Still, he does have a strange toupee. You think the man could afford human hair.
I really don’t see how Davy Crockett fits into this anywhere.
Pat Boone is, by definition, the past.
Who the fuck cares what he has to say?