Listening to Stout-Hearted Man, courtesy of the comp Songs In The Key Of Z: Vols. 1 & 2.
While I guess some people might have a problem with scat singing, this isn't weird, this is the most joyous song I've ever heard since Beethoven's fifth!
nonsense. Shooby's work is the epitome of joy. to "take it seriously" so much that you overthink all the fun and humour of his work (come on, like Shooby isn't cackling maniacally to himself as he drowns J Cash out on "Folsom Prison Blues"? get real) is the really sad thing.