...here he is on Groucho Marx’s television program from sometime in the 1960s singing “The Golfer’s Lament” (3:33). Groucho joins him on the final chorus.
I am sorry, but I do not have a youtube video clip of Albert Hay Malotte singing anything.
But if John Charles Thomas can sing about golf, it follows as the night the day that Maria Callas can sing about pasta (2:16).
The ridiculous-sublime continuum, uh, continues.
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Showing posts with label John Charles Thomas. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 25, 2012
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