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YouTube video by No Hit Blunders

Lyrics to Darkness is Coming[Verse 1]Whispers in the night, a chill runs down my spine, Shadows creeping closer, in a twisted, silent line. Stars fade from...

Freddy & The Fireflies burst onto the scene in 1965 with high hopes, high hair, and a single that burned brightly but briefly. Their debut and only album, Ni...

Johnny Rockafizz: The Forgotten Prince of Pop (and Fizz) In the summer of 1958, while Elvis was rocking the world and Chuck Berry was redefining music, a new sensation was brewing behind the counter of a small diner in Maplewood, Minnesota. Meet Johnny Rockafizz, the soda jerk with a dream as fizzy as the sodas he served. Armed with a comb, a dream, and a jukebox, Johnny aimed to create a national dance craze with his song, "Soda Jerk." Johnny, born Jonathan Fizzlebottom, was a master of the soda fountain at Buddy's Diner, where he spent his days concocting the perfect root beer float and his nights plotting his rise to rock 'n' roll stardom. His inspiration? The mesmerizing fizz of a freshly poured soda and the swirls of ice cream melting into a creamy concoction. He envisioned a dance that would capture the essence of the soda jerk’s art: mixing, spinning, and shaking. Thus, "Do the Soda Jerk" was born. His record, recorded in the backroom of Buddy's Diner, was released on a shoestring budget, with the initial 20 copies being distributed to loyal diner customers, who got a free record if they played his song on the jukebox. Sales were, let's say, less than stellar. In fact, it’s rumored that only 24 copies were ever sold, and half of those were bought by Johnny himself to keep his dream alive. Buddy's Diner became the unofficial headquarters for the "Soda Jerk" movement. Johnny would play his record on the diner's jukebox, much to the dismay of the customers. The tune had an uncanny ability to clear out the diner faster than a skunk at a Sunday picnic. Regulars joked that playing "Soda Jerk" was Buddy's secret weapon to close early. Johnny’s public performances were legendary—well, at least to the five people who witnessed them. Clad in his pristine white soda jerk uniform, complete with a paper hat and bow tie, Johnny would hit the local community center's dance floor with unparalleled enthusiasm. Unfortunately, the sight of a grown man in a soda jerk uniform attempting to lead a dance craze did not catch on. The closest Johnny came to fame was a brief mention in the local newspaper under the headline: "Local Soda Jerk Tries to Dance; Crowd Confused." Despite his best efforts, the "Soda Jerk" dance never caught on, and Johnny's music career fizzled out. But he never let that stop him. Johnny continued to work at Buddy's Diner, where he became a beloved local figure, known for his endless optimism and his signature move, the soda jerk spin, which he performed while serving customers. Johnny Rockafizz’s tale is a sweet reminder that even if your dreams don't come true, they can still leave a lasting impression—much like the sticky residue of a spilled soda on the counter. And though "Soda Jerk" never made it to the top of the charts, it remains a cherished memory for those who experienced the unique charm of Johnny Rockafizz, the coolest cat ever to wield an ice cream scoop. #aimusic #sunoai #chatgpt #midjourney #generativeai #1950s #1950smusic Lyrics created with help from ChatGPT Music created with Suno AI Images created with Midjourney

Born Benjamin "Benny" Jenkins, BeatBot Benny is a self-proclaimed musical genius from the suburbs of Kansas City, MO. At 21, Benny discovered the ultimate sh...

Billy Buzz, a man with a boundless passion for novelty hits, spent his formative years in a musical daze, spinning records like "Purple People Eater" by Sheb Wooley and "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini" by Brian Hyland until they wore out. Neighbors reported hearing these tunes on loop from Billy's room until their own ears buzzed like cicadas. His relentless enthusiasm for these quirky tracks left his family with a permanent twitch and an undying dread of polka dots. Determined to make his own mark in the novelty song arena, Billy found his muse in the deafening drone of cicadas emerging in 1961. Inspiration struck like a lightning bug, and he penned the soon-to-be clunker, "Cicadas are a Comin'." His parents sighed in relief as he switched his obsession from polka dot bikinis to buzzing insects. Assembling a band, however, proved to be a Herculean task. After being turned down by countless musicians who claimed they had "real careers" to focus on, Billy finally convinced a ragtag group of friends and sympathetic strangers to join him as "The Chirpers." This eclectic ensemble was lured in with promises of fame, fortune, and free bug repellent. Each member had a quirky charm, from the saxophonist who could mimic a cicada’s call to the drummer who insisted on playing with twigs. In a last-minute twist, Billy’s dad, who had only intended to drop off snacks for the recording session, was roped into playing the tambourine when the original player mysteriously disappeared. His father’s bewildered expression and off-beat tambourine shakes became a hallmark of their unique sound. Despite Billy's fervor, "Cicadas are a Comin' " had a tough time on the charts. It only managed to get airplay on a single radio station, graciously run by Billy's second cousin twice removed, who owed him a favor after an unfortunate incident involving a whoopee cushion and the local mayor. Record sales were so abysmal that Billy's mom bought the only three copies sold, using them as coasters for her evening tea. Though "Cicadas are a Comin' " never reached the dizzying heights of "Purple People Eater," Billy Buzz and The Chirpers achieved a kind of cult status among those who appreciated the finer points of entomological tunes. Billy's dream of novelty fame buzzed quietly in the background, much like the cicadas that inspired him. #sunoai #suno #noveltysongs #aimusic #1960s #genai Song created with Suno AI, lyrics created with help from ChatGPT.

From their 1977 album, "No Future, No Fans", No Hit Blunders presents Anarchy Engine performing "Choke on Your Lies". Band bio: Anarchy Engine burst onto the punk rock scene in 1977, less like a finely-tuned machine and more like a jalopy on its last legs. The band, hailing from a nondescript garage in the grimy heart of London, was composed of four lads whose passion for rebellion was only matched by their lack of musical talent. The lead guitarist, Tommy "Torch" Jenkins, earned his nickname not from any fiery guitar solos, but from a notorious incident involving a misaimed firework and his own leather jacket during their second gig. Beside him strummed the bassist, Danny "Doom" McGee, whose brooding presence was often overshadowed by his inability to remember the setlist—or his bass lines. Mick "The Stick" Robinson handled the drums with the subtlety of a bulldozer, and rounding out the quartet was Jimmy "Jangle" Wilkes on rhythm guitar, known for strings that were almost as loose as his grasp on reality. In their brief, tumultuous year together, Anarchy Engine recorded one album, "No Future, No Fans." Critics unanimously agreed that the title was the most accurate part of the endeavor. The album's release party, held in a local pub's back room, is still remembered by the dozen or so attendees for its free beer rather than the music. Despite their earnest attempts, the band’s concerts usually saw more bar staff than fans, and their songs were more likely to clear a room than fill it. By 1978, Anarchy Engine sputtered to a stop, much like their old, battered van. The van's final breakdown was caused by a ludicrous attempt at road rivalry. Tommy "Torch" Jenkins, who was behind the wheel, spotted rival band Billy Idol and Generation X in a nearby lane. In a misguided burst of punk bravado, Torch tried to scare them by swerving dangerously close. His antics backfired spectacularly when he lost control, veering off the road and earning them three flat tires and a broken nose for Mick the Stick. This mishap effectively canceled what would have been their final gig — a fitting, if not comical, end to their chaotic career. After this incident, the members went their separate ways, with this last adventure serving as a bizarre capstone to their tumultuous time together. Tommy returned to school to study pyrotechnics, Danny found tranquility in a silent meditation retreat, Mick started a successful lawn care business (though he still drums on the side), and Jimmy wandered off one day, muttering about a new type of music only he could hear. Despite their brief and lackluster career, Anarchy Engine remains a humorous footnote in the annals of punk rock history, celebrated not for their music, but for their undying commitment to the punk ethos: loud, proud, and thoroughly disorganized. #aimusic #sunoai #generativeai #pixverse

Meet Bella Bellbottoms, born Barbara Milligan, who legally changed her name just before the release of her debut album to better suit the disco era she adore...

In the swirling, colorful haze of the late 1960s, one band briefly emerged from the fog of incense and imagination: the Plastic Prune Parade. Fronted by the ...