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Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Louie, Louie – The Language of the Lyrics
In 1963, a group named the
Kingsmen covered the song “Louie Louie,” originally recorded by Richard
Berry eight years prior. The Kingsmen’s version is a classic and you’ve
almost certainly heard it (but if not, here you go) and likely can sing
the whole thing — kind of. You probably have no idea what the actual
words are because they’re a garbled mess which is impossible to
understand. But that didn’t stop an angry parent from writing to
then-U.S. Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy and insisting that the
lyrics were obscene. For some reason, this led to an FBI investigation
(!) which concluded, no, the lyrics are just unintelligible.
The FBI was right, but they missed something. At about 0:53 into the
song, Lynn Easton, the band’s drummer, dropped a drumstick and yelled
out the f-word. It’s audible (but not obvious) in the recording.
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