40. Jackie Blue by Ozark Mountain Daredevils debuted Feb 75 and peaked at number three, scoring 1302 points.
The group formed in Springfield, Missouri, and charted five times 1974-80. Their 1974 debut, If You Wanna Get to Heaven, also made the top 40, peaking at number 25.
The Booger Man of the Ozarks; King of The Witches and Lord of The Haints.
"Dont go out tonight. The Booger Man'll geetcha!" as my grandmother would say.
Instilling a fear of the dark In children was a way of keeping them safe in a place full of venomous snakes, cavernous holes in the ground, rabid dogs, and predatory religious leaders.
In the "old Ozarks" - a time not that long ago, there was a great fear of not just the dark, but the spiritual entities running amuck within it. Haints, spectors, boogers, and witches were believed to take to the skies, crawl out of holes in the ground, or out of a hollow tree and do as they wish to whomever they come across.
As many trad witches know of "the man in black" or various titles of the devil as he attends the witches sabbath; in my own life he is the booger-man. He is the creature of the night who rules over all within the darkness. He is the one who grants the skins of the booger dog to shapeshifters during the dog days of summer.
One cant help but feel this need to escape the sun and to only go out at night during the hottest days of the years. It is freeing to explore the wilderness or the bodies of others under the moonlight when the temperature outside is mildly cooler than when the sun is out. It is the booger man who frees us from the clutches of a depressing summer heat. The humid daytime is filled with pain but the humid night is wet and arousing. The Dark One fills the air with the sound of crickets, cicadas, and the light of fireflies. And he fulfills the desire of all witches and spirits. The great wish-granter as I call him. The initiator of witches, the granter of familiars, the father of lies. The most present and complex form of the devil in my craft; as he lies below the earth as i write this. I bring him above from the great below and darkness consumes the land from the east as the sun sets in the west. The clouds roll in, the hot rain pounds on my naked back, and i roll in the mud as the booger dogs do before the hunt so as to mask their scent from their prey.
A belated happy dog days to you. I hope the chase was thrilling.
This was scheduled to post earlier this summer but it never did...