LAUGHTER: (noun) When a smile has an orgasm

Hey, remember MAD magazine? What, me worry? I read MAD“? Alfred E. Newman? “

When I discovered MAD back in junior high, it was like The Holy Grail to my annoying little prepubescent, die-laughing-at-farts stage of immaturity.

I can recall that back in junior high some of my buddies’ moms frowned hard on MAD magazine, one even going so far as actually forbidding her son to even look at them. (Yeah, he had to sneak peeks at such porn over at my house, but only when his mom was safely out of town.)

We didn’t have the phrases “helicopter moms” or “the dumbing down of America” back in the fifties, but that particular periodical seemed to strike disgust in the hearts and minds of those humorless moms who’d already prematurely hitched their fifth graders’ wagons to the Harvard or Bust star.

I didn’t get it then and I still don’t get it now, not really. I mean, did MAD damage me? Quite the contrary. Sure, it bent me, but in a good way. What it did is teach me about the power and value of satire, which I quickly learned to emulate. It taught me the joys of puns. The joys of poetry, as well (well, considering the source, I guess… doggerel would be the more correctly descriptive terminology at that stage of my development). And despite some parents’ negative opinion of said magazine, by very early on it had sent me well on my way to becoming a wordsmith, a writer, and a serious lifelong reader. So no, my MAD years certainly didn’t hamstring me literarily.

Oh, I admit I was a mediocre student in school (in most classes that is, but never in English!). True, I’m one of those who became the solid scholar after getting my bachelor’s degree. But the truth is I was an “English major” before I actually became an English major.

But OK. Time for me to get down to brass tacks, to nail down the theme of this post. So yeah, what’s the actual theme here? Well to begin with, ever hear of one… Dr. Demento? No? OK:

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FROM WIKIPEDIA: “When Barret Hansen, better known as Dr. Demento, recently ended his weekly show, he had spent 55 years spinning weird, silly, or otherwise strange songs on the radio or online. No mere fringe figure, he was an influential figure in American comedy and one of the most important cultural libertarians of his era.

“That might seem far-fetched to people who grew up in a post-SNL, post-Seinfeld world. But in the early 1970s, all that lay in the future. Television shows still had to pass strict censorial review to be aired, and the same code policed much of what could be heard on mainstream radio. Hansen’s program pushed against those strictures.

“Listeners never knew what Hansen might play. One moment might bring a sweet, old novelty song like the Playmates’ “Beep Beep” about a “little Nash Rambler” that turned out to be more powerful than the Cadillac it was racing. The next moment you might hear a risqué song about sex, like Ruth Wallis’ “Davy’s Dinghy” (it’s not about his boat). There was drug humor, from the relatively tame “Friendly Neighborhood Narco Agent” to a mid-’90s parody of “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” called “The Devil Went Down to Jamaica” (“Johnny roll a ball of hash, and make sure it’s the bomb/’Cause the devil’s got the kind of stuff they smoked in Vietnam”). “Cows With Guns,” about bovines revolting against slaughter under the leadership of Cow Tse-tung, would compete with classic comic songs from Spike Jones and Tom Lehrer.“

COWS WITH GUNS by Dana Lyons

So in short, all I really want to do here is to be your Dr. Demento. Just for a day. I wanna play being a DJ, just for you. And I’ve selected 13 recordings right here from my collection of funny-bone novelties, and I’m sincerely hoping you give my humble collection a shot. I believe we’re all in dire need of some smiles here in the world of 2026. So… whattaya say? Huh? You game?????

(Click below before scrolling for some healthy little belly laughs)

By the way, Dr. Demento helped bring “Weird Al” Yankovic to national attention.

Dr. D and Weird Al

OK, but the theme here is not to be Dr. Demento per se, but the genre of the recordings he was known for collecting and sharing: novelty songs. Humorous little, often-one-hit wonders, all very much molded in the same vein as MAD magazine’s satirical humor.

Dr. D was a Pied Piper of Hamelin to me over a sizeable span of my younger days.

So please, indulge me. Buckle up my friend. Sit back and enjoy what I’m about to share with you. You’re going for a ride.

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Most of you are probably familiar with the artist, Peter Sellers, who played Inspector Clouseau in the original Pink Panther franchise. He was also featured prominently in the political satire and black comedy film, Doctor Strangelove Or : How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb.

So check him out in this one..

SHE LOVES YOU (BEATLES’ COVER) by Peter Sellers

OK. So, moving right along. Here’s another. And I seriously doubt George Carlin needs an introduction. Enjoy,

ICE BOX MAN by George Carlin

THE HOCKEY SONG by Warren Zevon

Now when I think of Warren Zevon, “Wererwolves of London” is the first song that pops into my mind. “The Hockey Song,” however, is a much lesser known ballad, but even more creative and humorous in my own humble opinion. I’m always surprised at how many tell me they’ve never heard it.

But you know, even if you’re not into hockey, I’m betting this one will score a smile on your face…

But now for something completely different:

THE SONG OF THE SEWER by Art Carney

The actor, Art Carney, played Ed Norton, Ralph Cramden’s (Jackie Gleason’s) city sewer-cleaner sidekick on the 1950s sitcom, The Honeymooners. This one-hit wonder of his however surprisingly climbed nearly to the top of the charts back in 1955. Novelty songs can sometimes do that.

(I apologize for poor quality of the algorhithm-generated captions in many of these videos. Right from the start, “I work in a sewer” gets displayed as “I wake in a sewer.” But whatta you gonna do?)

This next one is absolutely insane. It was recorded in Mr. White’s hometown of Lynn, Massachusetts, which you’ll be able to quickly recognize by his Massachusetts accent and by the story itself.

Don White is an award-winning American folk singer/songwriter, comedian, author, and storyteller from Lynn, Massachusetts. I once performed a cover of this one at an open-mic, and because of the lyrics… suffice it to say it was a big hit.

THE BALLAD OF LIJAH THE PRECOCIOUS ORCHARD QUEEN by Don White

(Ditto on the poor captions.)

THE MUSHROOM STORY by Todd Snider (a football story??)

According to a Rolling Stone obituary, Todd Snider was a witty, sarcastic, and sometimes dark singer/songwriter whose genre was labelled alt-country. He wasn’t the most successful artist to come out of Nashville, but he had the knack for becoming the favorite artist of hardcore music fans.

And now, Happy Halloween:

DINNER WITH DRAC PT. 1 by John Zacherle

When you think of Halloween music, very like it’s “The Monster Mash” that automatically comes to mind. I’ve always found The Mash entertaining, but “Dinner With Drac” is a close second, in my humble opinion. Take a listen.

FLUSHED FROM THE BATHROOM OF YOUR HEART by Johnny Cash

Old Johnny Cash needs no introduction whatsoever. But he did put out a handful of well-known novelty songs in his lifetime. Like “Boy Named Sue” (written by Shel Silverstein). and “That Dirty Old Egg Suckin’ Dog.” But this one I actually found useful each year when I was teaching my freshman classes about similes and metaphors. I always referred to this one as The Metaphor Song.

IN SPITE OF OURSELVES by John Prine and Iris Dement

OK. here’s a perennial hoot, on the slightly risque side. John Prine himself explains this one in his introduction.

BLACK DENIM TROUSERS AND MOTORCYCLE BOOTS by Vaughn Monroe

OK. And long before “Leader of the Pack,” this old badass motorcycle ballad hit the top 100. This is the one that back in ’55 inspired me to clothespin an ace of spades card straight into the spokes of my bicycle to produce that desirable revving motorcycle roar as I pedaled. Yep. On the sidewalks of Dover-Foxcroft, I would “transform” into The Terror of Highway 101.”

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A SINGLE SONG FOR ALL HUMANITY

When it comes to me and music, basically I’m a lyrics man. Of course I do love a good melody and I appeciate a skilled and creative arrangement, but my favorite music primarily comes from the recordings of talented singer-songwriters (with the emphasis on songwriters) like Lyle Lovett and John Hiatt, a duo I saw in concert out in Albuquerque years ago; Harry Chapin; Bill Morrissey; Tracy Chapman; David Mallett; Randy Newman; Kate Campbell; Greg Brown; Mary Chapin Carpenter; Arlo Guthrie, Bob Dylan; etc. [and yes, I do live in the past]).

And in the same way I can’t stand watching a poorly scripted movie (where you know fifteen minutes into it what the ending will be, and which feels like some flick you’ve seen a dozen times before), I tend to embrace songs whose lyrics are seriously creative  and cleverly written. Lyrics that wake me up and surprise me with their uniqueness, lyrics that take me places either where I have never been before or places I have been but are described in such more perfect ways than I ever could.

Along with this, I discovered long ago that I’m a romantic at heart where lyrics are concerned. And no, I’m not talking about a fondness for boy-meets-girls romances. It’s just that what I hope to find are lyrics that are powerful in some way, lyrics that tell a story or describe a situation that will make me deeply feel something. I want to be punched in the breadbasket and heart by the lyrics.

That being said, the story told in the following narrative ballad is not fiction. It’s inspired by an actual historical event that went down on Christmas Day, 1914, during World War I. You’ve probably read about the senseless and inhumane carnage of the trench warfare that both the British and the Germans endured on a daily basis for so long. Or perhaps, like me, you may have read one or more of the handful of non-fiction books that cover this incredible event. And actually you may, in fact, have already experienced these lyrics before, as the song is a well-known ballad.

After the song plays, I will share a few additional details that I’ve garnered from historical accounts of that unimaginable day (which actually ended up being more like two-and-a-half days) .

The song is titled “Christmas in the Trenches” and was written and recorded by singer/songwriter John McCutcheon circa 1984.

So, are your emotional seatbelts fastened securely?

“CHRISTMAS IN THE TRENCHES”

My name is Francis Tolliver. I come from Liverpool
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school
To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here
I fought for King and country I love dear

It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung
The frozen field of France were still, no Christmas song was sung
Our families back in England were toasting us that day
Their brave and glorious lads so far away

I was lyin’ with my mess-mates on the cold and rocky ground
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound
Says I “Now listen up me boys”, each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear

“He’s singin’ bloody well you know”, my partner says to me
Soon one by one each German voice joined in in harmony
The cannons rested silent. The gas cloud rolled no more
As Christmas brought us respite from the war

As soon as they were finished, a reverent pause was spent
‘God rest ye merry, gentlemen’ struck up some lads from Kent
The next they sang was ‘Stille Nacht”. “Tis ‘Silent Night'” says I
And in two tongues one song filled up that sky

“There’s someone comin’ towards us,” the front-line sentry cried
All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shone on that plain so bright
As he bravely strode, unarmed, into the night

Then one by one on either side walked into no-mans-land
With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand
We shared some secret brandy and wished each other well
And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave ’em hell


We traded chocolates, cigarettes and photgraphs from home
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own
Young Sanders played his squeeze box and they had a violin
This curious and unlikely band of men

Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more
With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night
“Whose family have I fixed within my sights?”

It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung
For the walls they’d kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been crumbled and were gone for ever more

My name is Francis Tolliver. In Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War One I’ve learned its lessons well
That the ones who call the shots won’t be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we’re the same

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I can barely imagine the sheer human need and relief that the combatants on either side felt when they had tentatively stepped across the barbed wire barriers and into each other’s camps only to find… regular blokes just like themselves! And so both sides did share around their cigarettes and chocolates and souvenirs. And then of course… soccer! Wouldn’t that be a nice way to wage war? With a soccer match?

But the thing that delightfully still surprises me from my reading is the following unbelievable scenario:

While the cats are away, the mice will play. Both war parties (consisting of the privates, corporals, and sergeants) had been virtually left to themselves by their majors and colonels for hours at a time that day, leaving the ‘grunts’ to fight it out as best they could for just a while on their own. I mean, hey, it was Christmas. So it’s pretty likely the superiors were snug and safe, somewhere well enough behind the respective enemy lines, and drinking up their Christmas toasts to one another. Because rank does have its privileges.

But here’s the truth of it: all of the soldiers on both sides, in the name of the Christmas spirit, had deserted their posts! The soldiers on both sides had just committed treason, a crime punishable by the firing squad! But… they had done it anyway because… well, it just seemed like the thing to do. At the time. I guess you just had to have been there. And more importantly, because war is senselss and stupid. And life is precious. And… OK, sure, because the cats were away.

But of course any time “the cats are away,” there’s a risk that the cats might just come back! And guess what! Their superior officers did come back. They came back from time to time to inspect their troops, measure any progress or lack of it, to see how their trench fortifications were holding up, and maybe even to count casualties.

And just what did these superior officers on either side discover?

Absolutely… nothing. Everything… as usual. And why?

(Now, I know this is going to sound like a poorly written, silly episode of HOGAN’S HEROES, but…)

Because the grunts on both sides had posted lookouts just for their officers returning. And when the alarm sounded, alerting them that officers were incoming (!), why the men just scampered right back behind their sandbagged posts like good little boys, manned their rifles and machine guns once again, and opened fire on one another! Funny thing was though, their respective ‘aims’ ‘seem’ to have gotten so bad all of a sudden that they apparently couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn.

No casualties.

But it LOOKED good. It was theater. And then of course, they all scampered righ back to their little yuletide party after the brass had departed once again.

It. Just. Doesn’t. Seem. Possible…

Does it.

You know in John McCutcheon’s introduction in the above video, I honestly just love his sweet anecdote of that little bevy of ex-German soldiers who “were THERE seventy-five years before,” showing up at John McCutcheon’s concerts to hear ‘their‘ story… being validated… in his song.

Just one of the many books that have covered this most unique military occuerence in the history of the Twentieth Century

What follows below was taken from a page posted on this url: https://blogs.loc.gov/headlinesandheroes/2020/12/good-will-toward-men-the-great-wars-christmas-truce/

The fighting in Europe had been growing for almost five months when Pope Benedict tried to arrange a truce between nations in early December 1914 for Christmas. But his efforts failed when Russia declined the truce. The notorious trenches of World War I were filled with weary, cold soldiers. But along the British and German lines, a sudden rise of the Christmas Spirit among the soldiers created a phenomenon that wasn’t seen for the rest of the war—the soldiers decided not to fight on Christmas. Stories of this unofficial Christmas Truce were published in newspapers around the world.*

The Chicago Herald printed part of a letter from a British soldier describing what took place. “On Christmas eve we were shouting across ‘Merry Christmas!’ The Germans shouted, ‘Don’t shoot till New Year’s day!’ Christmas morning the weather was foggy and there was no firing. We started wandering over toward the German lines. When the mist cleared we saw the Germans doing the same thing.”

Climbing from their trenches onto the battle-scarred “no man’s land,” British and German soldiers shook hands, swapped cigarettes and jokes, and even played football. “We all have wives and children…we’re just the same kind of men as you are,” one German said.

Gifts were exchanged between soldiers: pies, wine, cigars and cigarettes, chocolates, pictures, newspapers. Whatever they had with them in the trenches. Some even exchanged names and addresses to reconnect after the war! “We exchanged souvenirs; I got a German ribbon and photo of the Crown Prince of Bavaria. The Germans opposite us were awfully decent fellows—Saxons, intelligent, respectable-looking men. I had quite a decent talk with three or four and have two names and addresses in my notebook.” (New York Times, December 31, 1914, World War History: Newspaper Clippings 1914 to 1926.)

The day would be remembered and memorialized as a moment of peace during the long First World War. A day when soldiers put aside their orders and listened instead to their common decency and humanity. As one German soldier noted, “You are the same religion as we, and today is the day of peace.”

SIGH !