Keyaron and Mewelde were actually a popular recording act on the Atco imprint, responsible for such hits as "(Do the) Grimenhunt" and " Singing the Ty Law Blues".
And don't forget the crossover hit, "Everyone Wang Mewelde Tonight!"
Didn't Michael McDonald do the backing vocals on that one?
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Back in the days of vinyl, when yours truly worked in a Podunk, PA record store, we used to have two customers who were... freakishly obsessed with certain artists releasing new recordings. One was a guy who resembled Jeff "Skunk" Baxter (Doobie Bros., Steely Dan).Jeff "Skunk" Baxter, lower left. Please do not refer to Jeff "Skunk" Baxter without the name "Skunk," e.g., "Jeff Baxter." Always, always use "skunk," preferably spoken as Jeffskunk.
Every week, at least once a week, this little Jeffskunk dude would come in and ask if Dan Fogelberg (God rest his soul) had a new album out. And we'd be like, No, Jeffskunk (actually, his name was Larry), nothing yet.
And it wasn't like Fogelberg was cranking out new albums every other month, so this went on for a year or two or three, and it was like, if we knew of a Fogelberg wax coming out, dude, don't you think we'd tell you just to shut you the fuck up? Jeffskunk, a.k.a. Larry, later applied for a job, but confessed that he had had a bit of a shoplifting problem.
The other guy was just this middle aged dude who always was sort of surly and resembled no one in particular. I think that's a feature of middle age: you just sort of turn mushy. You stop resembling anyone and just resemble other middle aged guys. The closest I could come up with was the comic Larry Miller, the doorman in that one Seinfeld episode.The unheralded comedic genius that is Larry Miller, who resembles the movie extra's cunt dad.
This guy was the father of some chick in my HS class, didn't really know her, but she had an extra part in that movie Mannequin
which entitled him to act like an arrogant cunt towards us peon record store slaves. She was at the 25th last November, and I'm gonna guess that extra part was pretty much the highlight of her time since graduation. So, arrogant extra's dad was always in, pretty much as part of a tag team with Jeffskunk Larry, asking when the new Michael McDonald record was going to be released. I think at one point I lied and told him it wouldn't, because Mike McDonald was dead or something. That just made him angrier, and more of a cunt.It was kind like this, only real life is always more jagged-edged and crappy, and there was no John Cusack or Jack Black, just us turds, hating everyone, smoking all the time and throwing albums like frisbees out the back door. The Sunday after-hours ritual included illegal activities, and mopping the floors, which was somehow more enjoyable after said activities. All to be novelized, someday, maybe.