It’s Monday once again. (I’m starting to sense a pattern here.) I thought it might be nice to start the week out with some happy peppy people. And I just happened to have a few stashed away in the corner waiting for a time such as this to spring them on you. And so, fresh from their last appearance at the Thrift store may I present:
Happy Peppy People Who Are A Little Bit Too Happy and Too Peppy for Their Own Good.
What are these Happy Peppy People doing?
They are being the spokes models for the Ray Coniff Orchestra with every fiber of their being.
Isn’t it Smarvelous? The back cover tries to explain what’s going on with this inexplicable explanation:
‘S Connif too, with a companion volume, although in no sense a sequel to his bestselling “Wonderful! This time the music is moodier, and the arrangements a little more subtle . . .
Subtle, yes well . . . I mean what could be more subtle than fully clothed pole dancers? Or maybe they’re fully clothed people hugging gigantic pencils? Either way, it’s subtle alright. In fact, it’s Subtle Marvelous or Smarvelous, if you will.
Oh look! These adorably diminutive Happy Peppy People who have just been run out of town on a rail are the New Christy Minstrels! Not to be confused with the Old Christy Minstrels who the New Christie Minstrels bound and gagged and hid in the backstage closet.
Of course, the New Christy Minstrels are now, themselves, the Old Christy Minstrels. Not to worry, scientists knew this was going to happen and have been working ‘round the clock since 1972 to prepare the new ones.
They are hoping to have The New Christy-Clone Minstrels ready in time for Christmas.
Here’s some Happy Peppy People who named themselves Serendipity.
This is a group of fun-loving singers who are awaiting their chance to bind and gag the New Christie Minstrels and stash them in the closet along with the Old Christy Minstrels so they can replace them both as the New Most-Improved Christy Minstrels. Talk about Serendipity!
And finally here’s a Happy Peppy Person who is so happy and so peppy he is literally having — and I quote: “The Time of My Life!”
The first sentence on the back cover explains:
“John Davidson is a six-foot, blue-eyed young baritone who sings with a unique combination of warmth and power . . .”
It’s a good thing he sings with power too because somebody seems to have stolen his microphone . . . shhhh . . . don’t tell him though, there’s no reason to ruin the time of his life.
Until next time . . . I love you