This is a “cover” version of a ’70s pop classic by Cliff Richard. It’s part of a new music project called “Drink A Toast To Innocence: A Tribute To Lite Rock.” The good folks at Kickstarter are helping to make it happen; I don’t have a stake in it, except that I dig the hell out of these songs and want this to succeed.
Check it out. It’ll bring back some good memories. Contribute if you can.
PS: I already got the green light from the station owner. All of these songs will be in hot rotation on the home of the hits, KBEK 95.5 FM.
PPS: A nice shout-out from Andrew Curry!
I always liked this kid. Voiced by Bea Benaderet, who later was the voice of Betty Rubble and later still Kate Bradley on “Petticoat Junction.”
I think people need to use the phrase “TA HAVE” more often.
Whoppa bow bow
Whoppa bow bow
Whoppa bow bow
My Skooby Doo!
If you lived in the Midwest in the middle part of the 20th century, you know that Red Owl Food Stores were ubiquitous. Most every town, large or small, had one; and if not, one was only a short drive away. My little town of Barnum had a “Red Owl Agency” store, which wasn’t owned and operated by the chain but still shared the marketing benefits.
I loved to go there as a kid – I wanted to be a “store man” when I grew up – but even so, the owl-face logo scared the bejesus out of me. Those eyes. They would follow you around the store. This may have had the unintended benefit of deterring five-year-old boys from lifting a roll of Life Savers or a pack of Chiclets. One did not dare vex The Owl. It would haunt you in your very kitchen, staring at you from dozens of soup can labels and brown paper shopping bags. It sees you when you’re sleeping; it knows when you’re awake.
The Red Owl chain ping-ponged back and forth among several corporate owners, until eventually it was absorbed into the Supervalu dynasty. I think there’s just one left in Green Bay. The one in my Minneapolis neighborhood was razed in 2001, replaced by a yuppie upscale Lunds store. A shame, really; part of the Midwest’s cultural landscape is no more.
Seriously, I wonder how many young’uns were spared a life of crime and debauchery because of the eyes of the all-seeing Owl. Brr-r-r-rrrr.
But why would you not tell your wife? Why would she not be trustworthy about that?
Lately I’ve been deeply wishing I had me a Way-Back Machine, like Mr. Peabody and Sherman. Still wondering why no one has ever made a live-action/CGI movie of “Peabody’s Improbable History.” It would be a hell of a lot funnier than “Yogi Bear” was.
Set the Way-Back Machine for 1959. That’s when Jay Ward’s Peabody’s Improbable History began. Peabody was a cartoon series about a time-traveling dog, bespectacled and bow-tied, and his pet boy Sherman. Using Peabody’s “Way-Back Machine,” the pair would take jaunts through history and usually wind up instrumental in making events come out “right,” i.e., the way they’re depicted in history books… The Peabody cartoons are well remembered by the generation that first watched them. “Set the Way-Back Machine” has become a familiar phrase for recalling times gone by.
I know precisely where I’d go and what I’d do if I could hop in the Way-Back Machine with Peabody and Sherman. Much may be undone by saying more. But I bet you know where you’d go and what you’d do if you could do the same.