I still enjoy that song HELLO MUDDAH, HELLO FADDAH. A Song about a boy sent to summer camp and then tells about his experiences....
Allan Sherman (born Alan Copelon) died at the young age of 48 on November 20,1973. Amazing, his first album, MY SON THE FOLKSINGER (1962) was a fast selling album...
Why don't more comedians do stuff like this anymore? Well, perhaps Weird Al Yankovic is the exception. Maybe we need
to return to this sort of whimsical and clean material.
Although, as interesting as his songs were, Allan sadly had a very short career after Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah, as his popularity declined in 1963, and just as Allan suffered from obesity like his Dad, he ate and drank heavily later in life developed diabetes and struggled with lung disease. To make matters worse, his wife
(much like his mother) filed for divorce. Allan lived on unemployment for a time and died of emphysema 10 days before his 49th birthday.
So Allan, this blog is for you Sir... we strive to remember you for your perhaps brief brilliance...and know that every summer when kids go to camp...perhaps they share some of the same memories you had at Camp Grenada.