The guitarist half of the original Holy Modal Rounders was clearly a “first urge, best urge” kinda guy, so I’m gonna go with a sequence of reflections that occurred to me right after I found he was gone.
We got the NY Times obit for the essential facts and anecdotes:
Always droll.
Sometimes sad.
Go your own way can mean you never quite find the spotlight.
My earliest full comprehension of Weber’s brilliance was not with the Rounders, but with a tune they did on the Fugs’ debut, “Boobs a Lot.”
Outrageous!
Hey, kinda porny but more funny.
Had to go back and listen again and again, not least because the “Do ya wear yer jock alot?” passages revealed the song was a satire on obsessive hetro masculinity.
The loony spoken interjections made crazy cappers: “What else would I like if I didn’t like boobs? Ya gotta like somethin’!” “Who’s that guy in the corner?”
So, two video presentations. The Fugs original:
Then a spiffy jammin-band rendition by the Holy Modal Rounders:
My most beloved takeaway:
There is silly, and then there is profoundly silly.
Miles To Go 