Happy's Flea Market in Peril!

One of Chuck's favorite places to search for "valuable gold" (records and other collectables) was Happy's Flea Market in Roanoke. Recently, HFM has been cited as in violation of various building codes:

City may condemn Happy's Flea Market - WSLS 10 NBC in Roanoke/Lynchburg Va

Apparently now they are making progress so that the next generation of young people scouring the bins, boxes and baskets for Warner Brothers character glasses and Earl Carter lps will have a place to go. Whew!

Happy's Flea Market actually has a website. I can't believe it either.

You Only Saw the Drum, Man

This blog's last entry for 2012--a year that has seen a resurgence in entries--I'd like to end with something Chuck found particularly funny.

He and I were interested in anything by the Beatles we could get our hands on. Through some long gone mail-order business I purchased a few cassettes of Beatles gigs. These days every known gig is online in some form, all still quasi-illegal. Many are cleaned up considerably from the cassette era (you could hardly think of a worse media for long term storage than a cassette tape) by would-be sound engineers some of whom actually know what they are doing.

I came across a digitized copy of one of the shows Chuck and I loved and, of course, downloaded it for free. All the Beatles gigs in the States were sponsored somehow by local radio, though not broadcast by them (or we'd have better-sounding bootlegs). Chuck couldn't get enough of this one wise-cracking, psycho dj from Houston who, like many MCs found himself simply trying to keep order. This guy gets really carried away. He screams at the crowd and berates them for yelling when "you only saw the drum, man." That line was comedy gold for Chuck.

Shake Your Poo-Poo: Chuck's Favorite Record Find

Anyone who knew Chuck knew his love for the legendary comedy funk song, "Shake Your Poo-Poo" by a local soul/funk outfit called Earl Carter and the Fantastic 6.  The group self-released an LP on the Princess label with the weird title Earl Carter and the Fantastic  "6" + Say I Want to Make It with You.   Where Chuck initially found this now rare slab of vinyl is a mystery to me: Happy's Flea Market, the Salvation Army, Goodwill, but he found the motherlode and amassed many copies for next-to-nothing.  There seemed to be quite a pile of them in his room. At least that's how I recall it. I myself picked up a copy and still have it. The rest of the album is pretty lousy. A lot of cuts seem to be out of tune, like they forgot to tune to the electric piano, or it was added later, but the keys don't match the pitch of the rest of the songs. Or, maybe my copy was stamped crooked. Thankfully, this isn't an issue with the  masterful "Shake Your Poo-Poo" in which we hear about the "mo-leef bird" (whatever that is) and about tap-dancing governor's sons. Plus the eternal question is raised: "Um, what exactly is a poo-poo?" "Ahm, anythang you want it to be." Deep!

FINALLY! someone has added the song on YouTube!

It turns out, ol' Chuck was on to something. It is now a very valuable record! Obscure funk, soul and r and b from the 70's now demand high dollars from collectors. I visited three collectors sites and most price nice condition copies for well-over a hundred bucks....EACH. Here's one example from Collector'sFrenzy.

Chuck V. Circuit City

This story made the rounds for a while. I was there to witness it. By no means is it all that funny decades later, but it is a good example of Chuck's slow burn deadpan humor.

Back in the 80's, Circuit City (original Roanoke location) was one of several places to buy blank cassette tapes. Today's teens and tweens can't imagine the importance of what is now called "cassette culture". All this compilation and playlist stuff from their world comes directly from cassettes back in the 70's and 80's. And, of course, we copied our favorite albums for each other in this way prefiguring so-called online piracy and illegal downloads.

Any way, one day we were at Circuit City because Chuck needed a new pack of TDK 90's. He found what he needed in a few seconds, but for the life of us we could not attract the attention of a salesperson. It was clear that his purchase was not important to anyone there. Believe it or not terrible retail employees are not an invention of the last ten years! FINALLY, after 10-15 minutes, someone bothered to come to the register.

With a totally expressionless face and only the very lightest sarcastic inflection Chuck says, "I consider it a privilege to buy these tapes."

I believe this was "the" brand, type and length that most of us used

A treasure trove of the many moods of TDK

In searching for these cassette photos online I was surprised to find that unused/still sealed cassette tapes are now sought after. A single still sealed TDK 90 can go for as much as $12 on eBay.

Amazing Expoding Straws Photo Jan 1983

Legendary Photo by Sandra (Helm) Dearing features many of the old Salem gang. Left to Right: Trey Miles, me, Bill Hill, Joey Cheatham and Chuck Barker. This was taken at the Beale's apartment. Like the letters shown below the photo has spent the last twenty plus years in a large manila envelope in my old room at my folks' house. Sandra claims to have more from this day and other olde tymes including the seminal Senior Talent Show throwdown.

Possible Bill, Chuck and Scott Collaboration

I remember cutting this unbelievably ridiculous Q and A out of some terrible doctor column in the newspaper. It was my idea to record Bill asking the question and me answering. Then, of course, to use it on one of the Poisonous Sewer Fish's tapes. We did read it behind a microphone in the Bell's basement, but whether or not we recorded it I don't know. The drawings on this piece of paper are either authentic Chuck or maybe Bill drew the figures in imitation of Chuck. Any ideas? Either way, this is likely the only extant piece of paper that all three of us contributed to. Oddly, I don't think we ever realized the typo in the answer. The first two words are reversed.

Note the clipping is being served up by Chuck's wait staff

Chuck's Letters from College #5: Envelope Only

Yowzuh! Speaking of obscene return addresses...Freddy Fuckwad? Does the Postal Service pay any attention at all? I guess that was the gag. I wonder if anyone sorting student mail at Roanoke College in early 1982 was deeply offended as they inserted this compelling missive into ol' box 211. The world may never know.

Green Ink? Who has green ink?

His usual expressive faces and a Zappa reference