From the Songs you won’t hear on the radio files:

I spent a lot of time trolling through cutout racks in the 70s. I discovered this gem in 1975. Took it a year to make it from LA to Fred, Texas.

I feel compelled to present what is likely the premier example of twentieth-century effluvia obscurata.

While there is no point in attempting to explain the inexplicable, perhaps a bit of contextualization is appropriate.

If you diced up the Marx Brothers (including Zeppo), marinated them overnight in the essential juices of Tchaikovsky and Stravinsky, sprinkled in the sifted ashes of Lawrence Welk and a full contingent of Borscht Belt vaudevillians, seared it all over a fire made from whatever remains of the remains of Jimi Hendrix, and then poured what was left into the twitterpated skulls of a gang of music-major hippies in the 1970s, well, you’d probably be arrested for corpse abuse, at the very least.

But you’d also end up with The Roto Rooter Good Time Christmas Band.*

The album featured an incredible trombone-laden, barbershop quartet version of Purple Haze that revolutionized my life. They closed with this version of Happy Trails that Van Halen later ripped off.

Noted for obliterating classics like Swan Lake (Swamp Lake) and  Ode to Joy.