![]() There’s something really humble about this whole scene, what with the mighty Rat Fink himself hawking trinkets out of a tent at an out-of-the-way Midwestern car show. We should have had him pinstripe the Little Red Wagon-that would have been really cool to have. We roll up to a pop-up canopy with folding tables piled with pins, gewgaws and, naturally, T-shirts-lots and lots of T-shirts.Īnd there’s an old guy, Roth, I presume, underneath or around the canopy selling his stuff. I almost certainly wanted to be somewhere else. Only, I do sort of remember it-one of my earliest glimmers of memory, in fact-or at least my brain is doing a good job weaving a plausible reconstruction out of scraps: It would have been a hot summer day, and I was (I think) riding in a Little Red Wagon. Ignace Car Show in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, and I would have been too young to remember any of it. ![]() It would have been in the early 1990s at the St. I remember him more than fondly.As family lore has it, I met Ed “Big Daddy” Roth, car customizer and weirdo underground artist extraordinaire, once. Truly the Weird Al Yankovic of his generation. (The song then told the tale of a runaway subway which wound up at the North Pole, and everyone froze to death.) ![]() He's a greater conductor than Leonard Bernstein. Pushing people into cars he won his fame.Īnd Jon Charles Cohen was the great man's name. With no effort, I can summon up "You've Come the Wrong Way, Old King Louis," or "The Streets of Miami." But there was my favorite, to the tune of Casey Jones:Ībout a subway conductor on a runaway train. There are times when, unbidden, any of this songs pop into my mind. On the twelfth day of Christmas I'm going to exchangeĪn automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on televisionĬ: A chromium combination manicure, scissors and cigarette lighterĪllen Sherman Live and Hoping You're the Same ![]() S: On the twelfth day of Christmas although it may seem strange S: An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television On the eleventh day of christmas my true love gave to me S: A chromium combination manicure, scissors and cigarette lighter On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to meĬ: On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me S: A pink satin pillow that said "San Diego" with fringe all around it On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me S: A hammered aluminum nutcracker, and all that other stuff In your ear and a thing on the other end you can't stickĬ: On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me S: And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you can stick Of my insurance man, green polka dot pajamas and a S: A statue of a lady with a clock where her stomach ought to beĬ: A simulated alligator wallet, a calendar book with the name S: And it comes with a leatherette case with holes in itĬ: On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me Green polka dot pajamas and a Japanese transistor radio S: It's the Mark 4 model - that's the one that's discontinuedĬ: On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to meĬ: A calendar book with the name of my insurance man, S: A calendar book with the name of my insurance manĬ: Green polka dot pajamas and a Japanese transistor radio S: On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to meĬ: On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to meĬ: On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me Note: "S" is Sherman, "C" is the chorus and "B" is both My Zelda, my Zelda, my Zelda, she take me money and run with the tailor.
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