WELCOME DEAN AND DON FANS! (WWW.DEANANDDON.COM) HERE IT IS! THE DOUBLE CD YOU'VE WAITED YEARS FOR!
THE COMPLETE BOBBY VOLARE ON TWO FABULOUS CDS!
YES, THE MAN WHO PUT THE GINSENG IN THE G-STRING IS BACK WITH THE ULTIMATE COLLECTION OF HIS HITS.
All the hits are here from his breakthrough album, DEEPLY TOUCHED, through the amazing OUT TO LUNCH, BIG ORANGE, and IN HOT WATER. But THAT IS ONLY THE BEGINNING!!
A L S O INCLUDED IS THE LONG-LOST BOBBY ALBUM, SGT. BOBBY’S JALAPENO PEPPER CLUB SANDWICH, the only rock opera ever created about Fresno, California and the San Joaquin Valley.
T H E N there's the amazing 34 page fully illustrated Bobby Volare booklet with the story behind Bobby's many hit songs... as Bobby himself says in his GROOVOLOGY:
"Bobby Darin used to say, 'I'm going to be bigger than Sinatra.' I told him, 'take it from somebody who IS bigger than Sinatra, it ain't a big deal."
Bobby reached for a cigarette and lit it. Suddenly, he was affecting a Jersey accent.
"Yep, dem was da days, all right. I was knockin' em dead at da Dunes. Da next thing I know, I'm the seventh member of the Rat Pack. It was me, Frank, Sammy, Dino, Desi, Billy, I can't remember who else... Merv maybe. We had a lotta laughs but it didn't last long, Pally. You know why? Because I could sing better than Sinatra, that's why. Listen to ALL RIGHT WITH ME and you'll see what I'm talking about. And Frank didn't dig it. After a few drinks, him and the boys began to play little games like Lets Punch Out Bobby. Next thing I know, people are calling me Ol' Black Eyes."
"I tried putting myself in Frank's shoes but one of them was always in my mouth. Then they started breaking my fingers. It got to the point where I had to make a choice between The Sands or my hands. But I was philosophical about it. I just said to myself, THAT'S LIFE, and wrote a song by that name. Years later, Frank was so hard up for a hit, he recorded it and it shot to number one. Next thing I know he's calling me from his deathbed confessing he'd been jealous of me his whole life because I was so goddamned talented."
"So, anyway, back to 1962. I was the third member of Peter, Paul and Bobby while that whole folk thing was in flower but I was allergic, especially with all those changes blowin' in the wind. So, I put all my fish and chips in one basket he set off for England. One night, me and Marianne Faithful duck into this little club called The Cavern and the next thing I know, I'm the Fifth Beatle. Dream come true, right? Guess again. Pretty soon, Paul was jealous because I was getting all the girls. Then John started making jokes about my hair. I tried to tell them I have Viagric follicles. My hair is always erect and there's no way to get it to relax, I don't care how many beauticians blow on it. But Patti Boyd dug it, I'll tell you that. At least she did before she left me for George, and then for Clapton. What a crazy chick! Then she comes begging me to take her back again! I said I would on one condition-that we ROOM TOGETHER. And that was how that hit was born. Or stolen, because The Beatles ripped if off."
"I did what I could to fit in. I even tried acid. I licked the battery on my car and it burned my tongue like Tabasco. That's how I got the idea for my concept album: "Sergeant Bobby's Jalapeno Pepper Club Sandwich Band." The first song I wrote for it was A DAY IN BOBBY'S LIFE. I'm in the studio laying it out for George Martin when Paul walks up and says, 'Bobby, we're going in another direction, old chap. I'm afraid you're out.' I didn't even have time to grab my shoes! So, here I am, crossing Abbey Road barefoot and guess who drives up? Mike Jagger. And the next thing I know, I'm the Sixth Stone."
"Everything was going great until, one night, Jagger wants to sleep with me. Who wants to sleep with Mike Jagger? I don't! I told him, "I'm not that kind of guy and even if I was, you'd have to take off those wax lips first. This isn't Halloween, pal! Besides, I was dating Bridget Bardot at the time. She wanted me to go solo because she need my help for her pet cause, the forced neutering of animals. That's when I came up with the album, LET IT BREED. The next thing I know, The Beatles come out with LET IT BE, and the Stones come out with LET IT BLEED. Coincidence? My ass. If I ever sued all the people that have ripped me off, I'd be in court more often than Judge Wopner."
"So, I quit the Stones and the next thing I know, Elvis is on the phone. He wants me in Memphis to orchestrate his comeback. Pretty soon we are collaborating on a project I called Psychedelvis. I wrote several new tunes for it, CEDAR LANES, SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE, VIVA LOS BANOS and a song about his beloved Fudgecicles called, I SAW YOU CRYING NEAR THE FREEZER. Elvis had hits with all of them and was so grateful he always had a part for me in his movies."
"You might remember me as the twisting teenager in Clambake, for example. That was how I won my Oscar. I was named 1963's "Best Clean-Cut Teenager In A Non-Speaking Role." It was a category they discontinued after my acceptance speech pushed the Oscar telecast clear past The Tonight Show. Maybe that's why I was never on Carson. But I didn't care. By now, I was a legend in country music circles because I'd written MY CARS IN PIECES for Patsy Cline. I mean, in those days, there was no higher honor than to have Patsy record one of your songs. I was so happy about it, I gave her my seat on the plane."
"So, anyway, back to 1969. I'm back at my pad making love to Goldie Hawn when the phone rings. It's Neil Armstrong calling me from the moon. He wants me to come up with lyrics for his first step on the lunar surface. So I came up with the 'one small step' thing. I might have made some money on it if Neil hadn't called me collect. Do you know how much a call from the moon cost in those days? Thousands, man, thousands."
"See, I'm too trusting, that's my problem. I have this recurring dream about getting even with all the people who have stolen my ideas. I walk into this bar where they are all sitting and I say, the next person who steals one of my songs will be deader than this cigarette! Then I bum a light and my cigarette explodes. Then I wake up. My shrink seems to think it means something but I don't see the significance."
For more of the Bobby Story, see www.bobbyvolare.com
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