History's Dumpster = GLORIOUS trash! Kitsch, music, fashion, food, history, ephemera, and other memorable and forgotten, famous and infamous pop culture junk and oddities of yesterday and today. Saved from the landfill of time...
Yes this was a REAL product. In 1981, the Pet Beverage Company of Covington, KY made this. It was allegedly chicken flavoured. However, cats are persnickety and most don't like carbonation.
You're 7 years old and you hear this song for the
first time, but you can't figure the lyrics out. You hear it a second
and third time and finally your sister buys the 45 because she loves the
song. You "borrow" it from her and try to solve what could be a grisly
situation. You know it's about Shannon and she's female. And
she.....ummm...well,
The chorus goes like this:
Shannon is gone, I hope she's drifting out to sea She always loved to swim away Maybe she'll find an island, with a shady tree Just like the one in our backyard....
Lyrics
as creepy as this are usually grounds for a homicide investigation. Did Mr. Gross throw this poor girl overboard off his beachfront property, expecting
her to swim to Tahiti or something in shark infested waters? (this song
came out at the same time as America was beach nervous because of the
movie Jaws....) My 7 year old mind was abuzz with suspicion. And sharks.
As
it turned out, "Shannon" was about Brian Wilson's Irish Setter, who had
passed away, (hopefully of natural causes.) But singing a song about somebody else's dog is kinda creepy too......
It became a gold single for
Henry Gross (and one of the biggest one-hit wonders of the '70s......)
Some time in the late '60s or early '70s, a strange record appeared
I see a fence back there and I'm really hoping this cover shot was taken at a state hospital.
It gets worse. Look at the back cover. Click on it to enlarge. Read it.
You read this correctly. This was a middle aged woman, (allegedly) channeling a three year old.
How a woman like this is loose on the streets (let alone allowed anywhere near children. Or a recording studio) is beyond me. But it takes "Born-Again Christian" to a brand new low (instead of being "born again", why don't they just GROW UP.)
I honestly don't know what it is with evangelist women and big hair, geological layers of makeup and poodles, I just don't.
But it's not just this woman who scares me like crazy. It's her enablers. Jay W. Turney, Steve Chandler, Eddie Crook and the entire staff of Electric Arts Studio of Madisonville, KY.
Mr. Turney is also this woman's husband. Whom she also refers to as "Daddy". And the oozing disgust about this record only BEGINS there.
There's nothing I can say that can illustrate this horror better than LISTENING to this record itself.
I once found a copy of this back in the '80s at a Value Village. I still don't remember what happened to that copy, but my friends and I used to get a few good laughs out of this one.....
I still think someone could steal a few samples from this and make the next great hip-hop record.....