Dr Hook once punned with prurient poise: "When you’re in love with a beautiful woman, it’s hard". It is difficult to imagine that said beautiful woman would find it easy to relieve that rigidity when confronted with the explosion of ill-advised whiskers which served to detract from the occasional eyepatch and a calvary of tonsorial catastrophes. I suspect that even the promise of pants that get up and dance wouldn’t do the trick (or would it? Perhaps this blog’s four female readers can enlighten us).
The gala of lip thatch that was Dr Hook and the Medicine Show had a strange way with women. On Sylvia’s Mother, the Doctor (well, there is no Dr Hook, but in that agricultural festival of labiae hirsutus it might have been anyone) sobs as he begs the polite but impervious Mrs Apricot to put Sylvia on the phone.
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Previous moustaches:
David Crosby
Village People
James Brown
John Oates (of Hall & Oates)
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6 comments:
I grew up on Shel Silverstein the poet and was glad as I grew to adulthood to find the Medicine Show singing alot of songs penned by the bald/bearded bard. Virtually unknown sadly for his songs, I'm glad Dr. Hook gets some airplay now and again. I love that part in "Almost Famous" when the band hears they are going to appear on the cover of R.S. and they break into song. I wonder how many groups actually think that when they are featured on the mag?
Good stuff, Major Dude. We actually just bought a copy of their greatest hits on vinyl. Weird.
Dr Hook eh?
First they frightened me.
Then they really, really annoyed me.
I do like 'Sylvia's Mother', (although I don't understand what's being lampooned).
I can honestly say that never, under any circumstances, would I. Ever. Not even if a kitten's life depended on it.
A Female Reader
Great stuff, as usual. I saw these fellows live once, as an opener for Joe Cocker in April 1972. Of course, no one in the Met Center (a hockey arena in the Twin Cities suburbs) cared about anything but "The Cover of the Rolling Stone." Still, the band was suitably energentic and raucous, which made it hard for the next act, Bobby Whitlock, who did an acoustic set (one of the best sets I've ever witnessed, as it turned out). I suppose I could claim that the mustaches of the Doctor et al. inspired my own attempt (begun in 1973 and still in existence with no interruptions or restaining orders), but that would be too convenient!
Yes. Horrendous moustaches (and don't forget accompanying the side-whiskers). But If it was simply that, I could almost forgive them. You go half way there, AMD, in drawing attention to the "deleterious" mark of narcotic excess, but it was the constant inane grinning that sent genuine shivers down my spine. That, and the simultaneous head nodding. Just look at that cover. 100% bona fide lunacy.
I must concede with Beth; "Sylvia's Mother" was halfway bearable. Until they started grinning...
I used to really enjoy the Dr, what with "Sylvia's Mother" and "Cover of ..." but always pictured them as burn-out hippies who hung out in the woods. Hey - I was a kid!
But they jumped the shark, for me, when they started putting out the soft, teeny-bopper syrup tunes.
However, a lot of bands did. Grand Funk comes to mind. Whatever it takes to halt getting a job in the real world, right?
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