This is a song I’m willing to bet sizable money you’ve never heard anywhere outside of my blog. It’s a silly song but one that has impacted my life with meteorite force, much like the man with whom I associate it. I’ve written about this song at some length before and the ill-fated air band I attempted back in grade 8. I won’t drone on further here. You had to live my life to get this.
My Grandpa Schmidt would have been 100 years old this August 17. He’s been gone from my life for 8 years now, passing away a mere six weeks after my first child was born. I miss him dearly. My kids are now at an age I remember being when he became such an unforgettable part of my life; when this song and others like it became an irreplaceable part of my life. I wish they could experience him like I did. Life’s a bitch that way.
I’m kicking off this weekend by celebrating a century of my Grandpa Schmidt with a song that on the surface may seem ridiculous but actually personifies the man perfectly. From the 1960 album Homer and Jethro at the Country Club I present to you the pre-Yankovician parody classic “The Battle of Kookamonga”.