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Fred Lane
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T. R. Reed
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Ron 'Pate
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In 1988, a mysterious album appeared in record stores. At first glance, Car Radio Jerome was full of silly nonsense with songs like “Upper Lip Of A Nostril Man,” “The Man With The Foldback Ears,” and “Hittite Hot Shot.” Listening to it though, one discovered darker undertones in songs like “White Woman,” which became downright ominous in “Car Radio Jerome.” By the time the album wrapped up, the “French Toast Man” was selling kids tasty goodies so rank that rats dragged it out of garbage pails and keeled over dead. In the last cut, a clinically depressed relative of Elvis croons his weepy ballad of woe “Pneumatic Eyes”—and blows himself up. The records ends with a hand grenade going off. Whether one loved, loathed or feared, everyone had more or less the same question: What kind of human being had perpetrated CarRadio Jerome? It was attributed to Fred Lane and the Hittite Hot Shots. But who were they? No one had ever heard of the group. They never toured, never made videos, never once appeared on Johnny Carson.
In fact, the Reverend Fred Lane did make public appearances, though not many and none outside of Tuscaloosa, Alabama. He first appeared at the Raudelunas Pataphysical Revue in 1975, a show mounted by Raudelunas, a group of artists in Tuscaloosa. The origins of their name is as obscure as those of Lane. According to Ron ‘Pate, the leader of the band the Debonairs which accompanied Lane at the Revue, “it was an Armenian family name meaning ‘moonlight’ or ‘worship of the moon as a deity.’”
Fred Lane was called upon to emcee the Pataphysical Revue, which was a stage show held on the opening night of an exhibit of Raudelunas art at the University of Alabama. He took the stage in a form that would soon be familiar to a few friends and aficionados, if not the country at large: a snap-brim fedora, sunglasses, cutaway tux, boxer shorts, pink socks, and wing-tip brogues, all accented by a few Band-Aids on his face. Lane, backed by Ron ‘Pate and the Debonairs, opened the show with a swinging cover of “My Kind of Town (Chicago Is).” After performances by the Blue Denim Deals Without the Sleeves, the Nubis Oxis Quarum doing the music of ancient Rome, the Captains of Industry all-appliance orchestra, and the world premier of Anne LeBaron’s “Concerto for Active Frogs,” Lane sang “Volare” to close the show. ~Full article
01 White Woman 3:18
02 Car Radio Jerome 4:41
03 Dial "O" for Bigelow 2:44
04 Dondi Must Die 6:44
05 Upper Lip of a Nostril Man 2:11
06 The Man With the Foldback Ears 2:52
07 The French Toast Man 2:52
08 Hittite Hot Shot 3:27
09 Pneumatic Eyes 2:52
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Fred Lane
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T. R. Reed
aka Tim Reed
aka Rev. Dr. Fred Lane
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Born/Died
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Ron 'Pate
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Craig Nutt
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Birthplace
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Wikipedia
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NOTHING could prepare you for this still astonishing album - the record of a single, unrepeatable night in the Deep South of America. The performers include many who went on to be new music luminaries, including Anne LeBaron, LaDonna Smith and Davey Williams, but the monstrous soul who steals the show is the inimitable and brilliant Reverend Fred Lane. Not only does he wow the listener with his cracked “stripmine” crooning of hoary standards, he baffles you with zany jokes and disarming patter. The music is uniformly stupendous, ranging from serious composition to puerile industrial din. Lovingly restored with lots of beautiful archival photographs and a text by Craig Nutt (“Ron Pate”). Audibly a work of genius.
"No other record has ever come as close to realising Alfred Jarry's desire 'to make the soul monstrous' – or even had the vision or invention to try. It's all over the place. The sleevenotes describe it as 'the best thing ever' - time has not damaged this audacious claim." ~The Wire
01 Introduction (Chuck Oggman)
02 My Kind of Town (Chicago Is)
03 Monologue, That Darn Lane
04 Concerto for Active Frogs
05 The Captains of Industry
06 The Raffle
07 The Lonely Astronauts, (Improvisation)
08 The Shemp Howard Story
09 The Chief Divisions of the Peoples of Gaul Recitation
10 Monologue, That Darn Lane Again
11 Volare
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Jazz, Offbeat
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Day Bew Records
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Enjoy!
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His other material on this blog is HERE
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Fred Lane
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T. R. Reed
aka Tim Reed
aka Rev. Dr. Fred Lane
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Born/Died
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Ron 'Pate
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Craig Nutt
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Birthplace
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Born/Died
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Wikipedia
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Growing up in the suburban Midwest, I was always frustrated by the dearth of originality in the local music. The way I see it, when you’re rocking in Podunk you may as well do whatever the fuck your creative muse tells you to do. It’s not like aspiring to mainstream acceptance is going to get you anywhere. Move to LA or NY if you want to make it big. But if you are choosing to stay in some out of the way place, for chrissakes…do what you want. So I have always had a lot of respect for musical lunatics operating out in the middle of nowhere and very few are more loony than Fred Lane. Seriously. What we have here is a bizarre little record that swings like a mutant lounge act on acid from Tuscaloosa, Alabama circa 1978. Now before you go and think that I discovered this all by myself, let me add that this and Fred’s second album were re-released by Shimmy Disk in the late 1980s. That is where I first heard them and at first I thought it was a bunch of hipster Noo Yawkers. But then I found out the true story and it became all that much better. See Fred, was involved in some crazy act called the Pataphysical Revue in the mid 70′s and the Fred Lane alter ego was borne out of this. Then Fred went ahead and recorded his two solo albums and the rest is Last Days history. ~
From the One That Cut You was literally inspired by an illiterate threatening love note/confession from someone named “Fuear” that was wrapped around a knife that was found in a secret compartment in a 1952 Dodge truck. Reed wrote both a song and also a stage show based on the note for his Fred Lane character.
The note read: “I hope the paine is gone. This is the one that cut you? P.S. Don’t wear about Jimmy I will take kear of him the same way I took kear of YOU.”
01 Fun In The Fundus 4:55
02 Danger Is My Beer 3:15
03 I Talk To My Haircut 3:30
04 From The One That Cut You 3:05
05 Rubber Room 6:37
06 Mystic Tune 6:22
07 Oatmeal 2:53
08 Meat Clamp Conduit 1:42 |
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In 1988, a mysterious album appeared in record stores. At first glance, Car Radio Jerome was full of silly nonsense with songs like “Upper Lip Of A Nostril Man,” “The Man With The Foldback Ears,” and “Hittite Hot Shot.” Listening to it though, one discovered darker undertones in songs like “White Woman,” which became downright ominous in “Car Radio Jerome.” By the time the album wrapped up, the “French Toast Man” was selling kids tasty goodies so rank that rats dragged it out of garbage pails and keeled over dead. In the last cut, a clinically depressed relative of Elvis croons his weepy ballad of woe “Pneumatic Eyes”—and blows himself up. The records ends with a hand grenade going off. Whether one loved, loathed or feared, everyone had more or less the same question: What kind of human being had perpetrated CarRadio Jerome? It was attributed to Fred Lane and the Hittite Hot Shots. But who were they? No one had ever heard of the group. They never toured, never made videos, never once appeared on Johnny Carson.
01 White Woman 3:18
