Those of you from the Baby Boomer generation may remember of an album entitled “Music From Big Pink” by The Band. It was recorded in the basement of a rental in West Saugerties, New York. The most popular track on this album was The Weight, which topped out at #63 on the American charts and #21 in the UK. This song’s popularity was partially due to its inclusion in the movie Easy Rider.
What you’re about to learn is the story of two lesser known musicians who attempted to emulate The Band’s success by recording their own album in a renovated outhouse near Stony Point, Virginia.
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Zeke and Virgil spent all morning mixing paint. Pink was hard to come by in their neck of the woods, but a tablespoon of fire-engine red in a gallon of white had rendered a such nauseating color that even the makers of Pepto Bismol were green with envy.
They slopped two coats on their new “studio” and broke for lunch.
“What does Levon mean when he sangs ‘take a load off Fanny?’” asked Zeke.
“Fanny means your butt, dumbass.” Virgil mumbled between mouthfuls of pinto beans and raw onion.
The boys listened to the playback of their first recording and flicked their Bics in enthusiastic approval.
A small cassette player was found miles from the explosion. Flatulence in A minor, written on the tape.
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