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RIP Boots Randolph

The Yakety Sax guy passed away July 3rd, according to his Wikipedia entry and Lileks. I always liked his sound, and even though I usually don't care for tenor sax, he wrung some fine music out of his.

You've probably heard him as a background/session player on several Elvis tracks and a lot of Nashville stuff from the 60's and 70's. He shows up on a lot of Chet Atkins' sessions. Here he is with Robert Mitchum:

Country purists probably dismissed him as inauthentic and countrypolitan, but I've aways been pretty ecumenical about that sort of thing. And he did the country/jazz fusion a lot better than, say, Floyd Cramer. Cheesy he may have been, but listenable. If you're interested in hearing what he has to offer besides the Benny Hill theme, go on iTunes and find his version of "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes". (There's a bad version of it he did, but both of the entries on iTunes seeem to be the good track.) Play it for your lady-friend.

She might just laugh at you.

Or she might not.

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Posted by SeeDubya on July 11, 2007 1:41 AM
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See-dub, it seems I hardly knew ye. I figgered I was the only one in the blogosphere who even knew who Boots was, much less that he played on some Elvis records. Consider my cap doffed to you.

Mike—

THanks a bunch. I’ve liked BR since before high school, even though I knew that if anybody knew I liked that kind of music it would bring about instantaneous social ostracism.

Well, more ostracism. Girls would keep a thrity foot distance instead of ten.

But being a mature fellow, happily married, I can now sing his praises—under a pseudonym.

Just tell ‘em you was cool before cool was…uhh, cool. ;)

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