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For your delectation, a whole lotta suck

Anorak has a feature on the 13 worst recordings of the 1960s, and they illustrate it with this album cover of Mrs Miller (that one. Up there. At the top of this post).

Any mention of Mrs Miller lights up a whole row of braincells, a bright line of musical suckery from Florence Foster Jenkins to Wing.

Thanks to a link Oceania provided (I know, I know), I can inform you that for under twenty bucks, Wing will phone you up at your appointed time and place and sing to you. I realize people of good musical taste shrink from this sort of thing, but fuck it — I’m a banjo player. I listened to samples of Wing’s catalog the other night until I laughed like Muttley.

If you’ve ever wondered what happened to William Hung, he’s now a crime scene investigator for the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department. So, living the CSI: dream, bitchez.


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: February 28, 2014, 12:04 am

I’ve loved Mrs. Miller since I first heard her lo some 10 years ago.

Wing sounds like Noo Zilland’s answer to Sondra Prill, & for that she deserves to be immortal. Thank you for sharing those utter gems.

nb: my wife does not find bad music nearly as entertaining as I do.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 28, 2014, 12:24 am

Yeah, Uncle B has better taste than I have, so he finds these things awfully painful. Not me. Nothing tickles me quicker than a really lousy musical act.

Also, I have to say, I have no small admiration for these ladies. Just getting up there and taking the hits.

Comment from dissent555
Time: February 28, 2014, 1:09 am

Well, it took a while for my eyeballs to spin back around to the front of my head, so I can post on this. Thanks Sweas; Mrs. Miller got me chuckling pretty good. I’m old enough to have encountered a number of these when they came out, but the memory … eh, she is not so good. Most of this sounds like the tryouts for American Idol that I have (unfortunately) seen.

Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: February 28, 2014, 1:45 am

Also, I deeply resent the implication that I do not have great musical tastes. I like everything that people tell me I should like!

Comment from steve
Time: February 28, 2014, 3:01 am

Somewhat off the topic….but I received my Weasel Art ™ in the mail, earlier this week, and I am d-f’n-lighted!

I am now pondering re-entry into the death pool, if any reasonable picks remain.

I am pondering the concept of a Weasel Art ™ wall.

Profuse thank yous, Ms. Weasel!

Comment from Vince
Time: February 28, 2014, 3:01 am

Billy Hung has also been spotted at the Little Tokyo dojo in L.A. practicing karate – no one there knew of his celebrity – or maybe they did and just kept the bitey nicey on the lower lippy

Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: February 28, 2014, 6:25 am

I’ve never heard of or heard any of these people you’re referring to here. Its like I stumbled upon an alternate reality.

Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: February 28, 2014, 6:31 am

Dear Christopher Taylor,

Here is a nice starting point for outsider music & very badgoodobdadog noises:

Please enjoy in finest health, mental as well.

Comment from Can’tHarkMyCry
Time: February 28, 2014, 1:13 pm

Oh, thank you, Christopher Taylor! I was beginning to feel like I was the only one!

Comment from Deborah
Time: February 28, 2014, 1:56 pm

Me too, Can’t Hark and Christopher. Selected Short Subjects at the Weasel Theater of Performing Arts. Although I did have the Inner Sounds of Id album in 1966. Not quite the same as Mrs. Miller, but still … who knew?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 28, 2014, 3:00 pm

Steve, you are not to read anything in to the fact I sent you a picture of a big pig. M’kay?

Comment from surly ermine
Time: February 28, 2014, 3:35 pm

Wow… there is a reason for their obscurity. I think LSD is my favorite.

Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: February 28, 2014, 3:53 pm

Long ago and far away, Merv Griffin (in the days of his syndicated Westinghouse talk show, held in a tiny studio in NYC) used to continually refer to a “Mrs. Miller.” Is that supposed to be the same person/character? The TCM website has this: “. . . as well as the curious Lillian Miller (a.k.a. Mrs. Miller), an elderly woman who frequently appeared in talk show audiences and conversed with the hosts. Mrs. Miller appeared on Griffin’s shows until he retired from hosting in 1986.”

I liked Merv Griffin’s early show better even than Johnny Carson’s in the New York days. Anybody could show up, from Jack Carter to Joanne Worley (pre-“Laugh-In”), Rodney Dangerfield, Dick Clair and Jenna McMahon, early (clean) Richard Pryor — you name it. But I don’t recall an actual Mrs. Miller.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 28, 2014, 8:04 pm

No, this Mrs. Miller is Elva. Apparently.

Comment from steve
Time: March 1, 2014, 1:33 am

So far, I gots me a skull and a pig….

There may be a story forming….but I think I need at last one more paragraph, before I can see where you are going with this…..

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