One is torn between grudging admiration for the fake harmonica sounds, and plain awe at the addition of a glockenspiel, evidently played with the feet, to the whole spiel. Roy from The IT Crowd sings pretty good, too. Like so many things in life, it’s either genius — or it isn’t.
Dad’s appearance at 3:11 showcases the essential utility of the song. Wichita Lineman is not too old, or too square, to have lost pop music’s only essential value: to drive your parents up the wall.
You must remember this: In Furtherance Of My Evil Plan To Resurrect Wichita Lineman And Make It The Official Cover Song Of The Twenty-Teens: Sergio Mendes and Brasil ’66
Also Sprach Sippican: Another In The Long List Of Songs I Don’t Like That I Like
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I can't wait to see what happens when the snow's up to the window sills and we run out of linseed oil.
Ah-HAH! A Big And EVIL Plan is afoot!
It was a thrill to see Pat Paulsen again, after all these years. He got the guitar the right way round, too!
Saay … this is gettin' kinda like that movie "They Live". The one John uh, Carpenter wrote & directed. Hey. Wait. I think I heard something. Where's my sunglasses?
Nice knot board on the shelf! And the animal noises were cool, too.
Alcohol always adds color to a situation. Not saying good color or bad color, just that it does add color. And horse sounds.
If this one hadn't picked up the pace, I was going to record it myself!
Trust me, you don't want that.