#uncle gregory

[appliedxart]

Those are drawing from my very talented uncle Gregory. He got his own realistic Tattoo studio, he‘s a fucking genius! If I had to choose any one as my idol, I would choose him.

[theeviltable]

[joeyborovicka]

[joeyborovicka]

Uncle Gregory’s Mansion

[joeyborovicka]

Uncle Gregory’s Mansion

[love-sing-smile]

I thought about you for the first time in a long time today. I read an article about an 8 year old girl who is the first person to beat brain cancer. I started thinking about you, and how I wish there had been the technology there is today when you got sick. I don't know if it would have helped save you, but maybe you wouldn't have suffered so much. I miss you.

[joeyborovicka]

Bargain Bin #8: Scream-Along with Uncle Gregory

Opportunistically riding on the success of Mitch Miller's famous sing-along albums of the 60s, and shamelessly ripping off the Halloween-themed novelty albums of the far-superior Zacherley, two-bit horror host Uncle Gregory released the hastily produced Scream-Along with Uncle Gregory in 1963. Featuring tracks obviously written moments before recording, or in some cases during, only the most die-hard UG fans will endure to the end of this thirty minute debacle. Admitedly, the opener Boogie Man Boogie is a decent hip-shaker, but it's all downhill from there. What Did I Just Vomit? is less of a song and more of an outtake that accidentally made it on to the record, while Do the Croaky Pokey and Monster Mash 2 are barely rewritten versions of the originals they are intended to parody. The album's low point arrives midway through the record in the form of You're Killing Your Mother, the longest track by far in which UG has an emotional breakdown and goes on an epic tirade about his failures as a performer and a son, followed by three full minutes of hushed weeping until he suddenly snaps-to and announces emphatically, "I'm ready to finish this garbage!" Dismal sales ultimately lead the now defunct Fun Times record label to unload their entire stock of this album for a mere pittance to the H&H Costume Store in Davenport, IA, who promoted it as a free gift with the purchase of any Halloween costume in October of '63. Having been on the air for ten years already and developing a solid, if small, fan base in a handful of television markets nationwide, Uncle Gregory survived this career-misstep and remained a staple of dusk-to-dawn viewers for the next fifty years until contemporary horror-hosting shows more in touch with modern audiences' taste for pop culture and gross-out humor eclipsed his relevance. Some say he's still hosting a show somewhere in the Midwest on pirated airwaves, but at the time of this writing no verification of this rumor could be found. It seems unlikely, however, since UG would have to be well into his hundreds by now.