March 2nd, 2006
Shooby Taylor
April Winchell has a treasure trove of found objects. Ok, they’re not, she has a whole repository of peculiar and wonderful songs. Here is one of some dude named Shooby Taylor who, in April’s words: “showed up at a studio one day with a bunch of LPs, and proceeded to record himself scatting over them (and I mean that literally). He may have gone to his reward, but his oeuvre remains.”
I hope you’re ready for a laugh. What you are about to hear is Johnny Cash’s “Folsom Prison” with Shooby “singing” along.
March 2nd, 2006 at 12:19 pm
Well . . . perhaps Shooby should get a translator gig in the State Department? He’s certainly in touch with something foreign and dangerous! - LArry
March 2nd, 2006 at 3:23 pm
[From a few emails]
“WOW!”
and
“This is fuckin’ weird, man!”
March 2nd, 2006 at 4:30 pm
There is a man moving in his own universe, heedless of what is going on in this one!
March 3rd, 2006 at 7:13 pm
if we all could be shooby for one day, oh what a world!
March 4th, 2006 at 9:08 am
I played this for Mark Carlson last night: we laughed and laughed, and just couldn’t stop!