{"id":13,"date":"2012-06-28T12:16:00","date_gmt":"2012-06-28T12:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/67.249.26.136\/wordpress\/?p=13"},"modified":"2012-06-28T12:16:00","modified_gmt":"2012-06-28T12:16:00","slug":"1340900160000","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/?p=13","title":{"rendered":"My Parents&#8217; Record Collection"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[Submitted to NPR&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.npr.org\/blogs\/allsongs\/2012\/05\/29\/153935139\/thanks-for-the-music-mom-and-dad\">All Songs Considered<\/a> on June 28, 2012]<\/p>\n<p>Born in 1968, I have fond memories of media-based technology.&nbsp; My first television was a console model&#8211;the kind with no remote that took half a minute to warm up and which, when turned off, condensed the picture on the tube to a tiny dot which lingered and then winked out.&nbsp; Dad had a cassette recorder, the condenser microphone of which got liberal use.&nbsp; We would record things from the TV by setting the recorder near the speaker and trying very hard to be quiet.&nbsp; I remember having my own copies of things like the theme from The Mickey Mouse Club, music from Captain Kangaroo, and others.&nbsp; <br \/>\nThen one day Dad played Spike Jones&#8217; &quot;Cocktails For Two.&quot;&nbsp; I had to have it!&nbsp; Dad recorded it onto a cassette tape which I am sure I wore out.&nbsp; I got to the point where I could mimic all of the &quot;hic&quot;s and &quot;glurg&quot;s in the song myself.&nbsp; Dad had pulled the record from which that tantalizing song came out of a cupboard. I had to see what other treasures existed within!&nbsp; There was a little bit of everything; Beatles, Elvis, Enoch Light, Tom Lehrer.&nbsp; Just looking at the covers was fun!&nbsp; They were works of art all by themselves!<\/p>\n<p>And then one day this cover caught my eye.&nbsp; I don&#8217;t know if it was the pretty lady in the cocktail dress or the fact that she was holding a dead chicken; the fat, bald guy standing on the pedestal playing a guitar or the fact that he was barefoot; or the biggest (what looked like) sausage I had ever seen hanging from a tray being supported by a stone statue of a naked baby.&nbsp; But I had to know what was on this record!<\/p>\n<p>The album was 1962&#8217;s &quot;Allan Sherman&#8217;s mother presents: My Son, The Folk Singer&quot;.&nbsp; The melodies of some of the songs were familiar.&nbsp; I recognized &quot;The Battle Hymn Of The Republic&quot; in &quot;The Ballad of Harry Lewis&quot; and &quot;Greensleeves&quot; in &quot;Sir Greenbaum&#8217;s Madrigal,&quot; but the lyrics were different.&nbsp; Many of them were outright funny to me in my pre-pubescent state.&nbsp; &quot;My Zelda found her big romance, when I broke the zipper in my pants,&quot; sounded dirty (though I didn&#8217;t know why).&nbsp; Regardless, it made me giggle.&nbsp; Listening to Sherman say &quot;Oh boy&hellip;&quot; over and over in the midst of a comical string of pop culture references recorded almost 30 years before Billy Joel&#8217;s &quot;We Didn&#8217;t Start The Fire&quot; had me in fits.&nbsp; And listening to the back-and-forth between Sherman and Christine Nelson in &quot;Sarah Jackman&quot; (Fr&eacute;re Jaques) was voyeuristic, like picking up on the party line at our camp and putting your hand over the mouthpiece.&nbsp; But most of the material was over my head and only &quot;funny&quot; because the audience on the album was laughing.<\/p>\n<p>This was my first taste of Borscht Belt humor, though I obviously didn&#8217;t know that&#8217;s what it was called at the time.&nbsp; Not being Jewish, I didn&#8217;t understand most of the cultural references; not that I would at that age anyhow.&nbsp; I have spent my life subconsciously tracking them all down.&nbsp; My research is not overt, but every so often I will hear one and my brain will say, &quot;Ah!&nbsp; So THAT&#8217;S what &#8216;B&#8217;nai B&#8217;rith&#8217; means!&quot; or &quot;THAT&#8217;S who David Susskind was!&quot;<\/p>\n<p>Judging by the reaction of the audience on the album, if nothing else, Sherman is hilarious without working blue.&nbsp; I spent many hours listening, re-listening, and singing along to that record.&nbsp; There are some references to which I am still not hip.&nbsp; In this day of Wikipedia it would be trivial for me to track down each and every one about which I have question.&nbsp; But there&#8217;s no romance in that.&nbsp; My subconscious research continues.&nbsp; Though I do wish someone would explain why the line &quot;Stein with an &#8216;e-i&#8217; and Styne with a &#8216;y&#8217;&quot; is funny&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[Submitted to NPR&#8217;s All Songs Considered on June 28, 2012] Born in 1968, I have fond memories of media-based technology.&nbsp; My first television was a console model&#8211;the kind with no remote that took half a minute to warm up and which, when turned off, condensed the picture on the tube to a tiny dot which [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[5],"class_list":["post-13","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-humor"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}