Barry & the Bookbinders began, literally, as Barry & the Bookbinders. Back in 1978, my youngest brother Fathead (a.k.a. Brad) discovered Peter Criss of the band KISS and had a quasi-religious experience. Fats immediately convinced The Red Tornado and Snazzy Hal (a.k.a. my mom and dad) to buy him a drum set, and he began his long (and ultimately successful) quest to cause the old bag who lived across the street to suffer a myocardial infarction.
Shortly thereafter, I discovered KISS and had a quasi-religious experience of my own. However, to me, lead vocals and rhythm guitar were the place to be, so I worshipped the ground upon which Paul Stanley strutted. I blew a huge wad of cash on a guitar, an amp, and a P.A. system. Fatty dragged his drum set into my room, and we began to jam together, much to the chagrin of my parents, the cops, and the old bag who lived across the street.
My other brothers, Barney (a.k.a. Brian) and Le Scum (a.k.a. Bruce), were not yet musicians at that time. (To this day, Barnacle Barn still isnt, although Tweedle Scum eventually became quite the bassist/keyboardist). However, in the early days, they were willing to step up to the microphone and vocalize.
Almost immediately, I began to write demented songs like "I Cant Sing" (self-explanatory) and "(Ive Fallen In Love With My) Right Hand" (equally self-explanatory). I played them for my friend Nyeah! (a.k.a. Elliot Solomon), a keyboardist/aspiring record producer. Nyeah! convinced me to record my tunes and send them to the undisputed king of all that is warped: DR. DEMENTO.
After rejecting the first couple of tunes I sent him, Dr. Demento said hed like to play my song, "I Can't Sing" on his show. My dad heard the song for the first time when it was being played live on Dr. Ds show, and after about 30 seconds, he yelled, "Its just a bunch of screaming!!!" I beamed with pride.
Since then, Ive sent Dr. Demento songs at the incredibly prolific rate of less than one per year. (Hey, Im a busy guy. Aw, screw it; Im lazy). There has never been a steady Barry & the Bookbinders band lineup. Instead, I use whatever musicians are right for the particular song Im working on. If I need a chick singer, I get a chick singer. If I need someone who plays the harp, I get someone who plays the harp. If I need someone with big knockers to dress up in a nurse's uniform and administer a hot caramel enema, I . . . hey, can anyone out there help me with this one?
As 20 years have passed since I sent Dr. D that first song, and Ive never released a compilation of my work, I figured it was about time. Hence, if you enjoy this collection, youll have to live for another 20 years, because thats probably how long it will take me to release the next one. But thanks for listening, sucka! ROCK ON!!!
Barry Bookbinder, Esq. 2002