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:: All Of It And Prissy Poo, Too ::

Troy Cory is one of those guys who survived and thrived on the fringes
of show business. As David Hasselhoff is to Germany, Troy Cory is to
China. An American entertainer who took full advantage of greater fame
overseas, Cory took a career that began and ended as a teen heartthrob
in the early 60s and stretched it for all it was worth for over 40
years.

It's not real easy to find information (in English) about Troy Cory.
He hosted his own TV show, taped in Hollywood, but did it air here? I
don't think so. The show probably went straight to Europe and later,
to China where Cory would find much adulation for years to come. One
of the secrets of his success is the inclusion of his daughter,
Priscilla in his act.

That's her on the album cover. Not the older one holding some kind of
olde fashioned bra, but the 9 or 10 year old holding what appears to
be her granny's panties. It's ok if you don't quite understand what's
going on in that cover shot. I don't either, and who cares? Now, I'm
not sure what year this album was made, but my guess would be 1966, or
'67. Funny thing is, Priscilla's IMDB bio says she was born in 1965. It
also says a lot of other things that don't make much sense, so
whatever. Anyway, she wound up on his variety show in the mid to late
70s as co-hostess, and by then she was a total knockout.



Another interesting tid-bit of info I could glean is that Troy's
grandfather was a dude named Nathan Stubblefield who, get this,
claimed to have invented radio before Marconi or Tesla. Without
getting technical, let's just say his version of wireless sound
transmission didn't work all that well, and after years of
figuratively getting stabbed in the back, he wound up literally
starving himself to death at age 67. Still to this day he has his
defenders, including his grandson Troy who recently put together a
series of indecipherable videos commemorating the 100th anniversary of his grandfather's patent.



How does all this relate to Something Borrowed... Something New!? All
I can say is that the backing tracks sound as though they were
transmitted by Nathan Stubblefield's earth conducting wireless
thingamabob, with Troy Cory slathering a thick layer of vocals over it
all later. I do not think I could find a creepier, more bizarre record
by a creepier, more bizarre family if I had to. So far I have
thankfully not been given that assignment.


Mike

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