So, I took a poll of a few friends and family asking a simple question; “What is your favorite Eric Clapton song? Can be from any band he was in or solo work”. You just may be asking yourself “why are you asking this?”. The long answer is there isn’t a whole lot of better things to do with this whole self-isolation thingy. The simple answer is today is Eric’s 75th birthday.
We’ll get to the poll results shortly. For as my faithful readers know, I have a very fluid guitar gods list. I’ve never written this list down (but I probably should), so it tends to change at times. Eric would be entry #3 chronologically. Usually he is at the top spot of the list when I sort it by currently listening to.
His virtuosity is well known. There was the big “Clapton is God” graffiti all over London and the fact that his is the only person to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame three times. Not that the Hall of Fame is what it should be.
I will have to list his time with Derek & The Dominoes and Blind Faith as my favorite “band” times. But his solo work stands all on its own. For a very interesting tidbit check out When Clapton, Page, May and Jeff Beck Awkwardly Met the Queenhere.
The final tally of votes:
Wonderful Tonight (5 votes)
Layla & Tears in Heaven (4 votes each)
White Room & Cocaine (2 votes each)
I Shot The Sheriff, Lay Down Sally, Bad Love, After Midnight, and Little Wing (just 1 vote each)
I am very surprised that these songs did not received any votes;
Key To The Highway
Presence Of The Lord
Can’t Find My Way home
Bell Bottom Blues
I must admit that I just cannot pick one song. It took me a very long time to get the possible down to 15 songs. So, here is a somewhat lesser known song. In her autobiography Patti Boyd says this is about her. And I wouldn’t doubt it one bit.
Today would have been my parents, Donald Sherwood Campbell (28 March 1912 – 19 February 1985) and Geneva Mae Hicks (1 May 1921 – 23 November 2001) 74th wedding anniversary.
I don’t know the story of how they met, maybe one of my siblings know and can enlighten me. But I do know they met in Washington D.C. Dad was working for Fairchild Airmotive and mom the GAO (Government Accounting Office). Mom told me she went to a “secretarial school”, somewhat against her wishes. She wanted to be a “hair dresser”, but her dad would have no part of that. She was an amazing typist, well over 100 words per minute. One the her jobs at the GAO was typing (on manual typewriters) the tax forms. This was well before Xerox, so there was no way to mass produce these forms. She sat in a room with many other women typing up to 20 copies at once (carbon paper was the big thing). And no errors were allowed.
Dad did many different jobs with Fairchild. He was a mechanic, a test pilot, the plant’s official photographer, and played on the tennis team. We were not that close when I was growing up, so I don’t have that many stories of him when was younger.
Mom told me she had to be coaxed out the evening that picture was taken. She had just wash and set her hair, so it was still in curlers. She put the scarf on and out she went. Somehow I still have two pictures of her in this scarf. Guess it didn’t take much to get her out that night.
And yes, I’ve been posting a lot about Ms. Linda lately. Not surprising at all. As I’ve mentioned before, her posters adorned my walls while in high school.
This track is from 1970. Wow, that was some time ago. I knew I was old, but geez. I didn’t have to walk uphill through the snow both way to get to school. No, I’m older than that, we rode dinosaurs to school. Plus, I went to school in (very) south Floriduh, no hills to speak of and definitely no snow. But I digress (as usual).
I’m still trying to figure out why this song is stuck in my head. Not that I ever have any idea why most things are there, my psyche is anything but stable. But that beautiful voice and that soaring chorus just keeps echoing over and over. But it’s there, and it’s not bothering me.
My mother always told me to share, so I’m sharing this compulsion video with you. Enjoy!
Today would have been Julia Child’s 107th birthday (15 August 1912 – 13 August 2004). Wow! Where does the time go? My grandmother, Nanny, and I used to watch her shows often. But I must admit I much preferred Graham Kerr and The Galloping Gourmet. Most likely it was the accent. Julia was a bit hard for my young ears to understand.
As I have mentioned several times here, I am not a big fan of TV. The majority of sitcoms are boring to me, but that’s not always been the case. I enjoyed M*A*S*H, Cheers, Barney Miller, and even Big Bang. I thought Saturday Night Live was a great show, but it came on too late for me. I’ve never been a night owl. I’ve tried other shows, but usually after a season or two, I’m done with it. There are others I’ve enjoyed, such as Eureka and Warehouse 13, but they’re not on the basic channels; these two were on the old SciFi (now Syfy) channel, so their production values were better.
I will watch some sports, with the sound off since the majority of sportscasters are idiots. Seems they’re either wanna be players or wash outs usually.
But I do enjoy documentaries and science shows, even the “pop science” shows. Mythbusters is all time favorite of mine and my family.’s And this leads me to the major problem I have with American TV.
Narrators. Let’s use Mythbusters as an example (just one of many shows in this format). A TV show in America that is broadcast for one hour contains, usually, only 42 minutes of the actual show. The remaining 18 minutes are commercials spread out in breaks during the hour. Remember this point, I’ll be back to it in a bit.
In this format you’ll get about 20 minutes of the show before the first commercial break. When the show returns, the narrator will explain everything that has happened before the break. And this happens after every single damn break. Why? If you’ve been watching the show from the beginning, you know what’s going on. If you came in sometime after the show started, too damn bad. There’s this new invention called a DVR – learn how to use it. I’m so over “Before the break …”. What would be better would be to have all the commercials between each show and not interrupt the show itself. Hey – it works in Europe!
And that’s where I was going with the comment about multiple commercial breaks. But of course, American advertisers are greedy and hope that you’ll sit and watch their idiotic ads waiting for the show to begin. Again – DVR it and skip the damn ads!
Here’s another example. The Orville was one of the shows I enjoyed for the first season, then lost interest in the second season. One of the reasons I quit watching it was Fox (the network the show was on) went to what they called “limited commercial interruption”. It was anything but limited. As opposed to the usual 3 minute or so commercial break, they would have only 90 seconds or so, then right back to the show. What this created in my mind, was instead of maybe 6 commercial breaks, there would be about 10 breaks per hour episode. It was maddening. Just as the action heated up, BAM! some erectile dysfunction commercial would pop in.
I read that Seth McFarlane, the creator and star of The Orville, has moved the show to subscription streaming service Hulu to avoid that 42-minute limit to the show. I fully understand that reasoning and would love to support this endeavor, but I’m not paying for yet another service to watch a show I really don’t care for anymore.
Services I enjoy are CuriosityStream and The Great Courses. Yes, both are subscription, but to me they are worth it. My granddaughters love to watch the animal shows on CuriostiyStream, and I even saw granddaughter-the-elder watching a show about how babies are formed in the womb. This was about 2 months before her half-brother was born. Just the fact that at 9 years old (at the time) she had a safe place to watch something like this made the yearly fee well worthwhile.
The Great Courses are a little different in that they have lectures to watch. Some have only 2 or 3 lectures, others more than 20 on a single subject. I watched an amazing lecture series on King Arthur that granddaughter-the-elder wanted to watch with me. When she realized it was just someone talking about King Arthur, she lost interest. That was sad, but wow, what a series. I would love to keep watching lectures, but the cost is a bit prohibitive at this time. (See my post with the hole in my kitchen wall to understand).
So, where does this leave us? Well, I can’t say for you, but for me, this leaves me without any American television to watch. Currently, there are no sitcoms, dramas, or documentaries that hold my interest. And now that the women’s world cup football is over (that would be soccer for us Americans), there really are no sports to watch until the next olympics. So, I guess, I will return to my books and put in my earplugs while Wifey watches her shows, and bliss will continue.
So, I will leave you with this brief video of one of the TV shows I grew up with and still dearly love. The original Star Trek series. Fun Fact: during the episode “The Devil in the Dark”, we had 2 tvs die at the exact moment that Mr. Spock used his phaser on the Horta (the “devil in the dark”). I found it strange that 2 tvs would die at the same moment of the same episode years apart. But, hey, that’s tv, Baby!!
Just some thoughts and ideas that came out of our wonderful trip to Scotland.
First – Scotland was more than I
ever imagined. I saw things that I didn’t expect, such as Kilchurn Castle, Loch
Ness (even if Nessie was a no show), a Clan Campbell Jacobite memorial stone at
Culloden, Greyfriars Kirk and the tomb of Bloody Mackenzie, just to name a few.
But there were things I didn’t get to see; His Grace, The Duke of Argyll (my
clan chief), the Kelpies, Holyrood Palace (it was closed due to a visit from
the Royal family), and a much too short visit to the Isle of Skye. But I would
not have traded it for anything!
Here are a few things that, as an American, I found odd;
No top sheets of the beds! All our hotel room beds did not have top sheets! Just a bottom sheet and a down filled duvet. Some nights this was very uncomfortable. The windows in most of our hotels only open a few inches, wifey and I both had trouble sleeping.
No air conditioning. This is understandable since the climate is much cooler than what we have here in Florida. But add to this the first bullet point, and again, very uncomfortable.
Lots of nose rings. Not sure if this is a Scottish thing or what, but lots of younger folks had rings in their noses! While I will never tell someone how to decorate their body, it is not a look I find attractive. Just my opinion.
Why do the toilet paper rolls have the paper going under the roll? This was not only in Scotland, but on the British Airways flights we were on. It is so much easier to get the paper from the front of the roll than behind it. Yet almost every restroom (toilet to them), was behind the roll.
The traffic lights go yellow between each cycle. Here in the USA our lights go green, yellow, red, green. In Scotland it’s green, yellow, red, yellow, green. I kinda felt like I was at an NHRA Dragster event!
And if you want a bottle of water, you have two choices; still and sparkling. The names are apparent AFTER you ask for your first bottle. Luckily, we stopped at a little convenience store across from our hotel and got to read the labels and didn’t get embarrassed when asked.
Let’s give credit where credit is
due. And I will start with Wifey. Not only did she start the whole ball rolling
several years ago in planning this trip, she made sure that once we booked we
had everything we needed. We purchased some very nice rain jackets just for
this trip. She made sure that they had zip out linings so we could use them
here at home after our trip. And in all honesty for me, they were more than was
needed. I was sweating the majority of the time when we were walking around. I
have really become heat intolerant in my later years. But, the jackets were so
very needed on those “Scottish days” of 50 F and rainy weather. And
there were several of those.
Our tour director/guide Ian Walker.
The man is so very knowledgeable of the entire tour. He could point out areas
of interest long before we would get there. Now, anyone can be able to point
out landmarks of buildings or maybe mountain peaks and such. Ian had such
detailed items such as trees and bushes along the road that were (hopefully)
blooming at the time. How many people can tell you things like that?
I didn’t get our driver’s last name, so I will refer to him as “Sir Neil”. Sir Neil was the most professional driver I have ever encountered. On the day we went to Inveraray Castle, Wifey and I were in the front seat of the coach. We were going through some very narrow country roads. At times another tour coach or large truck would be headed towards us (did I mention that this is right hand drive country? Sir Neil was driving from the opposite side of the vehicle, on the opposite side of the road), making it very scary to us Americans, yet Sir Neil never had a worry. His hand would go up in a wave to the other driver, and there was never a concerned look on his face.
So, let me recommend a few things. Just in case you’re looking for a tour.
CIE Tours. This is the company we did the tour through. Just a few of the reasons to use CIE:
No hidden charges! Everything was as described and paid for. One of the little things that I noticed was at many of our stops there were other tours arriving as well. They either didn’t get dinner or breakfast as we did. But something that I thought was nice, was we had porters get our luggage, both from the coach on arrival and again in the monring when we left. Those other guys had to get their own luggage. We had ours brought to the room and picked up outside the room on those mornings. That was a big plus to me.
All tickets to the castles and other events were paid for. One price, all inclusive! Other than trying the local beers and whiskys, everything food wise, other than lunch when in town, was covered as well.
We booked through a third party company that closed shop just after we paid. Needless to say we were extremely concerned that we would lose everything and not be able to travel. The wonderful folks at CIE held my virtual hand the entire way. They relieved all my fears on every call (and there were many calls).
Roaming Man. If, like me, you don’t want to either pay for an international plan for data or get a local SIM card for your phone, how do you get Wi-Fi and such? We used Romaing Man. I rented a portable Wi-Fi hotspot for about $10 a day. It supports 5 devices at a time and connected almost everywhere we went. It did have trouble up in the Highlands, but with those mountains anything would have issues connecting.
Now, let’s talk flights. We booked everything through British Airways. Since this our first trip with BA, I will give them the benefit of the doubt as to the quality of service. Who am I kidding? They’ll get everybit of praise and critisim as I can muster. “Take No Prisoners!!”
From the beginning, we had issue with our booking. I cannot blame BA for all the issues we had, as we booked through Priceline. The issue was with checked luggage on our return trip. For whatever reason even though we had checked luggage on the trip to Scotland, we were not allowed to bring any checked baggage back home. I’m not saying we had to pay for any checked luggage. The website specifically said “No Checked Luggage Allowance”. Were we supposed to leave everything in Scotland?
I contacted BA well more than a week before our flights to try and get this corrected. I started all this the week I was at a conference in Orlando, and could not get anyone to answer the phone.
Once I did get a rep on the phone, it took almost an hour to get everything setteled. But, I was told, the rep couldn’t get the credit card to go through and had to send it up “one level”. I should expect everything to be cleared the day before we flew.
What a surprise, it wasn’t. I called back and as told it could take “a week or more” to process. Seriously? Do they not use credit cards in Britain? And was told to check again on Sunday. But on Sunday, I say, I will be in Scotland and not have access to a phone. No worries, all will be taken care of. Again, bullshit.
Then, the day before we leave Scotland I get an email stating “we can’t process your card, please call us”. Needless to say, I say “Fuck you!”. We paid for our checked baggage at the airport. We could have saved $12 or so by doing it on line, but the BA site and phone folks couldn’t figure it out. Simply poor customer service.
Yet another result of outsourcing support to a foreign country.
The flight from Orlando to London was only marred by the fact that there were at least 20 kids under the age of 3 on board. I can’t blame that on BA no matter how much I try. The crew and flight went very well. We left on time and there were no real issues, other than crying kids. Likewise the flight from London to Glasgow. Again, excellent crew and an uneventful flight.
The return trip is a completely different story. We left from Edinburgh almost without problem. For whatever reason my left jean pocket showed as a hot spot on the scan. A simple wand scan and we were on our way to London. According to our itineray, we should have had about 90 minutes to connect with our flight to London. In reality we had about 45 minutes to go across the entirety of Heathrow. We managed to find the gate (which wasn’t easy, it was tucked away in a corner with very little signage) with minutes to spare. And what happens? My boarding pass is rejected! Seems the US customs office has “randomly” selected me for a secondary inspection. This is not the first time this has happened to me. I have been “randomly” selected before. It must be the name. But the gentleman that is handling my luggage is very professional, and I’m cleared to board the aircraft.
Not that that does any good. Our depature time was 12:40 PM. I think we made in on board about 12:50 or so. That was our first warning. After sitting in the plane for about 20 minutes, the captain tells us that there is a “problem loading the luggage”. Now seriously, what airline has issue loading luggage? This is something that’s done all day, every day. It’s second nature.
Then, about 15 minutes later, the captain says that a passenger has “decided not to fly with us” has has left the aircraft. Again, after the door is closed, who lets someone off the plane once the door has been closed?
One of the cabin crew said that this person was known to the crew and is trying to overecome a severe phobia of flying. Seriously? Why let a person like that even on the plane? I am bi-polar. I have phobias. While I applaud someone trying to overcome their fears, but not at the expense of others. Book a small private plane and work it out. On top of this, the captain announces that we are further delayed as they try to find this person’s luggage and take it off the aircraft. Again, seriously? I hate to be an asshole, but your luggage is going to Philly with the rest of us. Go find that private aircraft to work it out. They have counselors for this shit.
In the hour or so of “We’re still trying to find the luggage” annoucements, a very strong burning smell starts to fill the cabin. I am, admitedly, near the back of the airplane. The “cheap seats” if you will. The odor is very strong.
Then, all power goes out. All lights go out, and the very weak AC stops. Everything. Captain says that the auxillary power unit has overheated and crews are in enroute to fix it. Well that explains the smell. I would say we are in about 90 minutes of sitting on the plane, at the gate with no where to go.
After at least another hour of “should only be a few more minutes” annoucements, nothing has improved. Still sitting a very hot, dark and slowly growing uneasy aircraft. Many “just have to finish the paperwork” announcements are met with much disbelief among the passenagers.
Then captain tells us that the APU will not be repaired, but is not needed since it only really works while on the ground and not in the air. As an aside he does mention, and was probably missed by the majority of the passengers, that the APU is required to started the engines. So they will have to bring a portable APU to fire up the engines. Not surpisingly, the portable APU fails. They will have to get yet another one to start our engines.
After over 4 hours being held captive in the aircraft, we finally did manage to get the engines started and leave for Philly.
All I can say, is bullshit. There never was a luggage problem, nor someone demanding to get off. British Airways owes all the passangers of BA 0067 on 24 May a lot of compensation. This is totally inexcusable, and is the worst customer service I have ever experienced. And it doesn’t stop there. The pilot managed to bounce a 747 on landing. I have 20 years of military flights under my belt, I have never had this rough a landing. Not only did we bounce, the aircraft did a serious left tilt.
And, of course, we were an hour late in leaving Philly. We missed not only our connection to Orlando, but our shuttle bus home. Our son had to pick us up after midnight and then drive 90 minutes home.
Throughout all these issues, the cabin crew were superb. They went beyond what would be normal by offering cold water and juice on several occasions, even a really good ice cream treat for free. For that, I will not put British Airways on my “never to be used again” list. I will give them the chance to redeem themselves on our next trip to Britian, whenever that may be.
All in all – we will definitely use CIE Tours again. The customer service is beyond compare. The local guides and drivers they employ are so knowledgable and competent that we would have no issue following their guidance on any tour. The hotels they choose are better than what you may find using a reseller. They vet not only their tour guides/drivers but also the hotel staff as well.
Our time in Scotland was too short. Seven days is no where enough time to see a country, much less one with the variety of grandeur that Scotland has to offer. We had a taste of the castles, the highlands, and sadly very little of the Isle of Skye. We would recommend that you do go and visit this, our homeland, whenever you can. The wonders and majesty are there for your taking. There is a link below to my Instagram. There are mor photos there, and I will link to my Google photos once I have them all sorted.
One of the hightlights was a visit to Loch Lomond. I was asked if we sang about the loch as we approached. And yes, we did. Here is a beautiful video of the song we sang.
And as the Scots say: “Hasten Ye Back” and Aye, we shall.
This was another short coach trip day. I’m really happy about that as the cramped seats are starting to get to me.
Stop number one was Glamis Castle. Ian, our braw tour director says this castle always wins the unofficial voice poll of favorite stops. Not for me, I prefer Blair Castle (day 5) simply because of the extensive grounds. But I will say, Glamis does look more like the storybook castle. I blame Disney. Photography was not allowed inside the castle, so this is it.
Next up was St. Andrew’s. The home of golf. My dad and older brother would have enjoyed the old course and other sites in that area. I’m not a duffer so while it was interesting,and i do watch enough golf to recognize the important places, I had other plans.
We were dropped off about the center of town for a free afternoon. After a good meal of fish and chips (I can’t believe that it took me until day 6 to get fish and chips), we headed to the ruins of St. Andrew’s Cathedral.
Legend has it that St. Rule brought some of the bones of Andrew, one of the twelve apostles, to the “end of the earth” from the Constantinople. And in the 8th century or so, Scotland was on the western edge of the know world. The cathedral was built around 1158, but there has been a church at this location at least as back as 748 CE. It was abandoned after the Scottish Reformation of the 16th century.
We ended the night with some (cheesy) planned entertainment The Spirit of Scotland. The best I can say is the piper was excellent.
Edinburgh castle and a free afternoon to explore the city awaits!
The big day is finally here! After years of planning and those (best laid plans) failing. We finally made it to Scotland!
The trip started on Thursday 16 May right around noon EDT. We had contracted with shuttle service in town to take us and pick us up from the airport in Orlando (AKA Mickey Controls Orlando). We left the house a good thirty minutes before our scheduled time, and the shuttle office is only ten minutes away from the house.
As we turn off the main road to the frontage road that leads to their office, we see the shuttle turning onto the main road. Then I get a text saying call the office immediately!
Seems they changed the schedule and we didn’t get any notification. Luckily they could get the shuttle to return, and the trip was saved. I did get the notification email at 11:33 PM that night. Not that it did any good, I was halfway across the Atlantic Ocean by then.
Despite all that hassle, and the fact that our plane was completely booked, and filled with screaming kids, we survived. I have never seen so many small children on one flight before. There had to be ten under that age of 3. And for each one of those kids there were 3 more! No sleep was to be had.
We made it to Gatwick Airport in London about 6:30 AM British Summer Time (for my dear family subtract 5 hours from all times mentioned while I’m across the sea – 6:30 AM BST is 1:30 AM EDT). And what a strange airport it is. International arrivals that are continuing on to destinations in the UK (such as we are) have to clear the UK Border Service. This isn’t very hard. You just fill out a form, show your passport to the kind folk at the counter and answer some silly questions. They needed the address that you will be staying at for your visit. But we’re not staying at one place. We move every day. So they wanted the address of the first hotel. No problem, we have that. Then they want to know how many people are on the tour! I have no clue. Turns out the answer, of course, is 42.
The Border Protection lady decides we can enter. Bad move. Letting another Campbell in is bound to cause problems. But get this. We had to exit the terminal, go back into the main building and the clear security again. To get to the departure gates you have to literally walk through the entire duty free area. You can’t skip it. I think the marketing department at Disney set this up. And as I was afraid of, the coffee sucked!
However, we are Campbell’s are we made it through.
I swear that under those clouds lie Scotland. This was taken out the plane window just about the time we crossed the boarder. By the time we landed in Glasgow the weather was clear.
On to day 1, Glasgow:
The tour company arranged for a private driver to pick us up from the airport and deliver us to our hotel, the Hilton Grosvenor. George our driver, was a very knowledgeable and humorous gentleman. It was so nice to have someone that could drive from the wrong side of the car and on the wrong side of the road so expertly. And what a car! I don’t remember which model of Mercedes Benz it was, but it was gorgeous! I now want one.
The hotel is very nice but is missing one thing that I would imagine most Americans would miss. No, not indoor plumbing, air conditioning. It may be 50°F (at 12:30 AM BST) outside, but the room is quite a bit warmer. I tried to open the window but I won’t open more than 3 inches or so. Hence why I’m up.
The hotel lobby with most of the group.
Here are some shots I took while we rode around town in the tour bus.
The Crafty Pig BBQ
Oran Mor – a former church now a restaurant. On certain evenings you can get “a pint, a pie, and a play” for £10.
King George square
We did to spend some time at the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum. A beautiful red sandstone building built around 1901.
These hanging masks are really cool. The light that’s projected on them change colors.
Look what is across the street!
A Brewdog pub!
Glasgow is famous for its urban art. This was on the side of a building as we drove past. There were Segal other murals but I couldn’t get pictures.
Finally, it was dinner time!
That will wrap up day 1. In need to some sleep now as I’ve been up about 36 hours. I’m much too old for that!
Well here it is, the last day of November. Florida has had a bit of cold snap, very early for this year.
Lately, I have been listening to the Deep Track channel on Sirius XM more. I do this for two reasons, primarily because I get to hear songs that don’t get a lot of airtime, and second for Earle Bailey’s Head Trip show. Mr. Bailey is also the morning drive DJ on the Classic Vinyl channel. I really enjoy his DJ work. He has a great voice (whereas I was told I have the perfect face for radio!), is very knowledgeable about the music and has a rather dry sense of humor.
Yesterday’s Head Trip was all instrumentals. When he first promoted the concept, I was intrigued. The show did not disappoint. Earle talked about a song I had never heard. Taurus by Spirit. The interesting thing about this particular track is, well, let me quote from the wiki;
Guitar World magazine stated that “California’s most enduring legacy may well be the fingerpicked acoustic theme of the song ‘Taurus’, which Jimmy Page lifted virtually note for note for the introduction to ‘Stairway to Heaven‘.”The Independent noted the similarity in 1997. In 2014, Mark Andes and a trust acting on behalf of Randy California filed an copyright infringement suit against Led Zeppelin in an attempt to obtain a writing credit for “Stairway to Heaven”. Page denied copying “Taurus”, and the suit was unsuccessful. The verdict was overturned on appeal in September 2018.
If you listen to Taurus, I think you’ll agree that Stairway is a copy.
But as Alro and I said in this post; “That’s not what I came here to tell you about”.
When there is a show about “Classic Rock” (and I still hate that term), that’s all instrumental, I will always listen for one song in particular.
This track has always been near the top of my list of all-time favorites. I would dream of one day being able to play it myself. Sadly, I can only play it on the radio. My guitar skills suck.
In case I’m being too obscure here, I’m talking about Classical Gas by Mason Williams. Reading up on Mr. Williams, I didn’t realize that he was also a comedy writer. He has written for some of my favorite shows, The Smother Brothers Comedy Hour and Saturday Night Live among others.
It was on the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour that he created and perpetuated the 1968 “Pat Paulsen for President” campaign, an elaborate political satire. 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. In 1968, he won an Emmy Award for his work as a comedy writer on The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour.