Putting The Record Straight Dept. - The Horn Brothers Story!
Paul and Jim were born into the Horn family, Peckerville, WI, in the dying days of the Adlai Stevenson presidency. Mother Hortense, now a sprightly 114, remembers it this way: "Them wus happy days!" she laughs. "The twins grew strong on hog drippin' an' coon stew. Paw was away on secret work for th' gubmint, but them boys set to wit' a correspondence course in saxophony an' soon they wus' drawin' crowds at Baptist tent meets, Kitty's Kountry Kathouse an' th' County Fair."
And it was the tow-headed siblings' popular "Duelling Saxophones" act at the Silt Gulch County Fair - lent a colorful authenticity by medieval jousting costumes knitted by Ma Hortense - that was seen by legendary talent spotter John Hammond. "Their act stood out from the rest," he laughs today from his Eyrie Of Reminiscence, high atop the Gowanus Business Hotel And Steam Baths, NY. "I signed them on the spot! Uh - who we talking about again?"
The rest, of course, is history. Today, Brother Jim's early solo albums are unfindable, even in thrift stores, and sell for up to 39c on Discogs. Brother Paul hit paydirt when he recorded an album of aimless noodling in his bathroom and marketed it as Inside The Great Pyramid. "Them hippie suckers lapped it up!" he laughs today. He followed the top-selling album with Inside The Port Authority Bus Terminal and Inside The Coon County Correctional Facility, where he currently resides, which met with diminishing success.
This post made possible thru th' donations of Tremelo, whose Jim Horn collection is possibly the most in the world today. Kudos, Trem!
You need these swell albums for your Slot Racing Club! Tell us why, goddammit.
ReplyDeleteI had no idea those Horn boys wuz kin till now. Jim played okay with the Rolling Stone fellers, but that Paul, I dunno. Playing in pyramids and suchlike he always seemed like a kind of jackass, but what do I know? Hearin' about how they came from the same ma, I'm thinkin' maybe I should give Paul a try. As far as slut racing clubs, we don't have any around here. The local sluts all just kinda saunter.
DeleteWhilst (whilst?) reading about the dying days of the Adlai Stevenson presidency, I accidentally passed Mountain Dew through my nose, which sprayed all over the Slot Racing Club's collection of Slade records. Needless to say I'm deep "in dutch", and need to replace the Slade records with Jim Horn's records, and hope none of the nebishes notice.
ReplyDeleteYou'll be lubing up those latex gloves tomorrow, Doc!
DeleteIsn't it tomorrow, where you are? Here it's Wednesday night.
DeleteIt's always tomorrow here, which means today is yesterday. There are downsides to this - I'm always eating leftovers.
DeleteCan ya help out an amigo and tell us who won the 6th at Santa Anita?
DeleteKeep this under yer hat, Pmac - put your dough on Loopy De Loop - @20/1 right now - why, you'll be on th' gravy train wit' biscuit wheels!
DeleteI'll lay an Euro or dos on your behalf.
DeleteHey - that nag was a scratch!!!
DeleteI don't know if I need these albums...but that write-up made me smile. Especially the punch line. As it happens around here when Monsieur Throquemortaine becomes inspired to tell us the secret history of music, part 1564584575 or so...
ReplyDeleteOf COURSE you need these albums!!! What else are you and the gang going to listen to as you power your 1/24th scale Stingrays and Shelby Cobras around that swell track you built for the Slot Racing Club???? DUHHHH!!!!
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The Rev.Dr.Baz ruminates;
ReplyDeleteDidn`t Mr Horn also pretend to record a platter in the Taj Mahal, which an intrepid reporter revealed was Mr.Horn`s local Indian restuarant where the proprietors kindly allowed him to blow in their toilet facilities. Apparently theyy were miffed that Mr Horn omitted their location in the credits.
I recorded a spiffing version of Hare Krishna on the kazoo with my pal, The Prof. on jews harp & vocals when I visited the Taj in 1973. The highlight of the recording is when we were attacked both verbally & then physically by a cop withh his big stick. Luckily a contigent of Krishna came to our rescue chanting & hurling their finger cymbals, drums & numerous copies of The Gita at our adversaries as we hastily jumped aboard our pony & trap (within an hour of meeting our driver earlier he had supplied us with copius amounts of hashish & opium) & made our getaway.
Unfortunately not even Mr.Harrison was interested in releasing this historic recording & like the majority of my brain cells the tape has become(in the words of Mr T.Hardin) part of the wind.
Sorry my keyboard has been drinking
ReplyDeleteIt should read "A contingent of Krishna disciples"
It's Thursday!
ReplyDeleteFire up the flux generator! Le Chat de Jacques Kérouac wants to go back...you know where...
Deletemy friend's mom went to Oberlin college with Paul Horn
ReplyDeleteIt's this kind of intimate involvement with the Lives Of The Stars that gives the Four Or Five Guys© their timeless allure.
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As a particularly mouthy punter in the stalls of the Glasgow Empire(?) theatre (feared by acts for its famously tough crowds) cried out when Bernie Winters emerged from the wings following a long introductory piece by brother Mike that died on its feet, "Jesus Christ, there's TWO of them!"
ReplyDeleteHorn: great name for woodwind-playing siblings.
I take it the links here are on a first-come first-served self-destruct-after-4-days basis?
The link is still good, even if the information is not.
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DeleteJim Horn top notch sax player didn't know about these albums
ReplyDeleteOh me oh my where are the links?
DeleteTry this - https://imgur.com/a/h1dzZnP
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