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Mason Williams
Mason Douglas Williams (born August 24, 1938) is an American classical guitarist, composer, singer, writer, comedian, and poet, best known for his 1968 instrumental "Classical Gas" and for his work as a comedy writer on The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour, The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour, and Saturday Night Live.
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Amongst all of the psychedelic music, boogie music, the Temps singing Cloud Nine, long hair, my first doobie, bell bottoms (which I had to hide at a friends house cause mummy and daddy didn't want me to be a hippie), Chuck Taylors, Vietnam propaganda, draft-dodgers, more propaganda, draft card burning, (FU Westmoreland, you sinister a-hole), carpet bombing, Laos, Cambodia, Bobby, MLK...
In the middle of all of THAT, comes this angelic song. It was so different from EVERYTHING else (it's hard to describe in words). It was heaven sent. It stood above the fray. And eveyone from anywhere in America loved it.
In the 70's I was mobile DJ and often finished my set at the end of the night with this.
Why? Because almost no-one could dance to it.
It was on the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour that he (Mason Williams) created and perpetuated the 1968 "Pat Paulsen for President" campaign, an elaborate political satire.[20] Williams also helped launch the career of entertainer Steve Martin. Martin was hired by Williams as a writer on the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour, for which his contributions were initially paid out of Williams' own pocket.[22] In 1968, he won an Emmy Award for his work as a comedy writer on The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour.[23]
Other television personalities he has written for include Andy Williams, Glen Campbell, Dinah Shore, Roger Miller, and Petula Clark.[24] In 1980, Williams briefly served as head writer for NBC's Saturday Night Live, but left after clashing with producer Jean Doumanian.[25] In 1988, Williams received his third Emmy nomination as a comedy writer for his work on The Smothers Brothers 20th Reunion Special on CBS.[23]
In the 70's I was mobile DJ and often finished my set at the end of the night with this.
Why? Because almost no-one could dance to it.
Almost no one!
Amongst all of the psychedelic music, boogie music, the Temps singing Cloud Nine, long hair, my first doobie, bell bottoms (which I had to hide at a friends house cause mummy and daddy didn't want me to be a hippie), Chuck Taylors, Vietnam propaganda, draft-dodgers, more propaganda, draft card burning, (FU Westmoreland, you sinister a-hole), carpet bombing, Laos, Cambodia, Bobby, MLK...
In the middle of all of THAT, comes this angelic song. It was so different from EVERYTHING else (it's hard to describe in words). It was heaven sent. It stood above the fray. And eveyone from anywhere in America loved it.
And Europe