She's my Pet

A little departure from the "era on drugs" motif to look at my idea of purity and silken-voiced goodness, Petula Clark. She rode the crest of the Swinging London groove, with the help of a songwriting team that fancied itself the British version of Bacharach-David. That team didn't have similar enduring renown, but Pet was as solid a muse as Dionne Warwick was for B-D. This song, Downtown, broke Pet big, almost as big as the hairstyles she and the women in the audience had.



Here's my personal favorite, Don't Sleep in the Subway. This was in Italy in 1968, when Pet was already pretty much an anachronism.



And the same song from 2008, when Pet was even more of an anachronism. And no, Pet was not a nuclear-glowing ghost...I think.

He oWns jOO, Chico Escuela

Garrett Morris was a member of the groundbreaking original Saturday Night Live cast. He had a few memorable characters, like the Namibian seeking fondue sets for his country, the headmaster of the Institute for the Hard of Hearing, and the aforementioned Mets icon. But there'd be weeks in which he'd hardly do anything, and he has not done much since.

More of a focal point was his black token counterpart on Fridays, Darrow Igus. Fridays was ABC's answer to SNL, and it lasts for 2-3 years. It spawned Kramer, and via Melanie Chartoff, spawned things for this adolescent that I shant delve into. And as for drug references...while SNL was the 2-3 friends passing a joint in the garage while the folks were sleeping, Fridays was the rave at which they hand out a tablet and a pacifier at the door. The prime example, via Igus. Julia Child probably wouldn't approve of this recipe.



Igus also played Lude Man. Couldn't find a video, but here was the music industry's equivalent of someone who had a a Quaalude vibe.