Warning: Program only suitable for FCC-designated safe harbor (10PM to 6AM).
Tonight's special guests of "Bob"'s SlackTime Funhouse are...The STATLER BROTHERS!!!
That's right--those '70s/'80s/'90s country music gospel harmonizing polyester clad rednecks who've won more awards than GOD! But tonight, we won't be focusing on their silken tones...because the Statler Brothers had a secret life! These smooth masters hit all the right notes--but they also had the rare ability to hit all the WRONG ones. On two comedy albums, they masqueraded as Lester "Roadhog" Moran and His Cadillac Cowboys, portraying THE most clueless country bumpkin band of enthusiastic incompetents. Harold Reid, the basso profundo Statler, is Lester, the leader of the band, a wholly believable good-hearted son of the earth who has the worst microphone technique ever heard. His phlegmy mouthbreathing and inability to finesse a situation is lyrical. Wichita, Lester's right-hand man, plays the git-tar like a virtuoso--well, like a buncha virtuosos playing a buncha different songs at once. His hamfisted fingering has the true whiff of real badness--and his breath has a unique whiff, too, because he always has the DTs or something and is frequently missing from the stage. The rangy and scary-looking Wesley is basically a wet rat in a cowboy hat, and his singing partner Red has the wiry, tight-lipped, tense look of a career shade-tree grease monkey and traveling killer. Or Baptist. Hard to tell--not much difference. The songs are short, shaggy, and sour, punctuated by Lester's awkward exhortations to the drunk audience to "Be on yer best behav'r." Enjoy...!