1958 was a great year for music. In that year David Seville gave us the magic Ting Tang words for us to use to win the hearts of our dream girls in The Witch Doctor song and Sheb Wooley’s song about the One-eyed One-Horned Flying Purple Eater zoomed to the top of the charts. That is when music defined a generation. My generation. Explains a lot, right?
Fast forward to today, 2021. The songs may have been forgotten by subsequent generations but it is time to bring them back, or at least their message. These topics, much like Zoot Suits, A-Line Skirts and Nehru Jackets, are back in style, not necessarily in a good way. Witch doctors, those without any real medical training, roam the earth like mindless zombies encouraging people to ignore science and refuse vaccinations but offer no help in finding your true soulmate. And instead of eating purple people we wish for a One-eyed, One-horned Flying Orange People Eater to appear and eradicate the threat presented by orange narcissists.
Would one of my friends in New Mexico please take a run out to Area 51 in Roswell and see if they can help?