tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697242053625998558.post5625671524716645267..comments2024-03-29T05:08:30.047-04:00Comments on The Heath Post: Boots Randolph Helps Us Have Ourselves a Merry Little ChristmasGoHeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122010542579322600noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697242053625998558.post-86882328778120371922011-12-19T17:21:28.259-05:002011-12-19T17:21:28.259-05:00I wonder if he ever played in Stamping Ground.I wonder if he ever played in Stamping Ground.Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11218278987255792995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697242053625998558.post-83186583570193024142011-12-14T22:41:33.171-05:002011-12-14T22:41:33.171-05:00"Yakety Sax," indeed. That's the Joe..."Yakety Sax," indeed. That's the <i>Joe B & Denny Show</i> theme song, and, per Wikipedia, it was written by a Henderson guy, "Spider" Rich, for an event in Hoptown.<br /><br />My dad was born in 1925 in Madisonville. He moved to Evansville in high school, too. In the 1950s, he had a band for a little while, the Rhythm Masters. He played drums. My Uncle Bill sang. A couple of guys from Henderson filled out the outfit, and they all wore matching sequined costumes for their shows. They gave it a go, but, when they had to pull Dad away from a performance at some tavern on the night that one of my brothers was born in 1957, Mom encouraged Dad to rethink the side gig, and the Rhythm Masters were no more. <br /><br />I don't know this to be the case, but, knowing Dad, I'd lay money that he followed Boots Randolph's career pretty closely. In fact, it's possible that it was from Mom and Dad's records that I acquired this copy of <i>Boots and Stockings</i>. I'll bet there was a day when he was doing concrete on the <a href="http://www.trailsrus.com/courthouses/henderson.html" rel="nofollow">Henderson County Courthouse</a> in the early 1960s that Dad thought to himself, <i>Hey, I could be playing on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDerxPzVFDw" rel="nofollow">"Yakety Sax."</a></i> I'll bet there was a day when he was setting up his pottery to sell at some steamy arts-and-crafts fair in the 1970s that he thought to himself, <i>Hey, I could've been <a href="http://news.google.com/newspapers?id=uu8rAAAAIBAJ&sjid=5WgFAAAAIBAJ&dq=boots-randolph%20cadiz&pg=1140%2C2314555" rel="nofollow">on the main stage</a>.</i> I'll bet there was a time in the 1980s that Dad was on some business trip, hanging out in the Holiday Inn lounge after a day of contract estimating, and thought to himself, roughly, <i>Hey, I should be off <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UVWbD_avfsE" rel="nofollow">gambling with Tom Watson</a></i>.Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11218278987255792995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697242053625998558.post-82734290521457498342011-12-14T17:55:09.123-05:002011-12-14T17:55:09.123-05:00Yakety Sax!Yakety Sax!Matthew Vaughnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10349035708120354682noreply@blogger.com