BARRY RICHARDS: rock, soul, and some dude eating lightbulbs
pickwick33
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Barry Richards was a guy in the DC area who hosted local TV dance party shows for decades. Check out this montage, you might see some of your fave rock & soul stars from the 60s, 70s and even 80s. But if you wanna cut to the chase, it's all about the guy eating lightbulbs like they was cheeseburgers at 4:50.
Anybody from the area have any info about this Barry Richards character? This is intriguing me to no end.
Anybody from the area have any info about this Barry Richards character? This is intriguing me to no end.
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Considered him a fake hippy who shouted, instead of talking in the mellow tones of the FM djs.
I do remember seeing a Doors music vid on his tv show, either LMF or Break On Through. I think the show was on a UHF channel, which was kind of like community access cable.
Id like to see full clips of some of those guests.
I think his shouting a good thing...
There are some more video montages of his show online, including appearances from Fats Domino and Muddy Waters. From the looks of things, at some point he shifted his focus from "progressive FM" rock to black music.
Barry seemed like he was a heartbeat away from getting wasted with them...
Also (cover your ears, pickwick), it's got a fairly gargantuan break on the intro.
Do you think his stage name is taken from the Richard Barry?
Or it's his real name and just a coincidence?
And having re-listened to it just on the strength, I think "actually kinda awesome" is pretty fucking generous. That first verse is mucially interesting and lyrically/creepily compelling, but the chorus and everything thereafter is overwrought and just horse-smackingly bad. Still a great break, though.
I found that 45 in a box between a couple of records I had no recollection of, so I re-listened to all three, and they turned out to be 1) "Everybody's Gone Into April" on Poison Ring by (ahem) The Bone, the cool-sounding title/artist/label trifecta of which cannot redeem the fake Donovan moves therein, 2) that T.L. Barrett jernt where he sings the Lord's Prayer inna doo-doo modern-soul fashion, and 3) this Barry Richards turd.
Man, talk about a shit sandwich. Gas face to my man DCarfagna for putting me through all that.