Via today's Bleat, I learned about the fascinating story of Dion McGregor. Simply put, McGregor was a sleep talker. No, more accurately, McGregor was the most lucid, articulate and loud sleep talker ever to grace this blue marble of a planet. And, thankfully, his roommate was astute enough to record McGregor's nocturnal ruminations for about a period of seven years during the 1960s. Three albums have since been made, consisting entirely of his sleep talking adventures (such as they were), complete with background New York traffic noise. McGregor has since left this world, but his "work" lives on.
Obviously, this being an area that I just knew I'd lose control of my bowels laughing over, I simply HAD to find some of McGregor's recordings somewhere on the Web.
I had some success. "The Food What To Do With It" and "What A Woman" are so gaspingly funny, it's almost painful. What makes "What A Woman" even more blastingly funny is the traffic noise. McGregor says a woman's hips are so wide, you could drive a truck through them, and almost on cue, a truck horn beeps twice outside. I lost it. I mean, I literally lost it. God it's just so funny!
And then I had some more success.
I am SO going to buy all three albums. Hell, they'd make great Christmas stocking stuffers for some people I know.
Posted by Ryan at October 27, 2006 12:39 PM | TrackBackIn a similar yet more brutal vein, have you heard of Raymond and Peter? Google "Shut up little man", and hit the first link.
Painfully funny. "Touch my shit, and I'll kill you!"
Posted by: Keith at October 31, 2006 12:18 PMI finally got a chance to listen to "The Flight" on the way in this morning. It was pretty good and made alot better by knowing he was asleep at the time. I'd like to get a copy of "What a Woman" though.
My wife has been talking in her sleep some lately, not stories though, just random comments and then nothing.
Thanks for the headsup on Dion.
Posted by: Johnny at November 1, 2006 10:53 AM
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