http://www.thefump.com The Funny Music Project! Fri, 17 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 en-us All songs are the copyright of the original artist and are released under a Creative Commons Attribution- Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. support@fidim.com (Tom Rockwell) 60 Sudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Free funny songs twice a week! The FuMP is a twice-weekly podcast featuring new, rare, and unreleased songs by some of the biggest names in funny music. These artists are regularly featured on The Dr. Demento Show and routinely perform at science fiction conventions and other places around the country. FIDIM Interactive, LLC yessupport@fidim.comFIDIM Interactive, LLC Matt McCloud 3:42 yes https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/mmc128_debbie-does.mp3 While reflecting on relationships come and gone, a man praises the one girl who has always been there for him..... on the shelf...in Hip Hop form... Little Debbie. Fri, 17 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/mmc128_debbie-does.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)While reflecting on relationships come and gone, a man praises the one girl who has always been there for him..... on the shelf...in Hip Hop form... Little Debbie.While reflecting on relationships come and gone, a man praises the one girl who has always been there for him..... on the shelf...in Hip Hop form... Little Debbie.Sudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Steve Goodie 6:59 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/sg128_sachio--my-brothers-son.mp3 I hope it's ok that this month's FuMP submission is actually two songs stuck together as one, and that only half of it is funny. In 2002 I became an uncle for the second time, to a nephew named Sachio. He was the happiest, most calm and even-tempered child I've ever encountered. Just all smiles, all the time. I didn't see him or his sister that much, as they lived far away, but with each visit he became more and more interesting and fun and inspiring. For his third birthday I parodied a Van Morrison song for Sachio, and that's the first half of today's offering. In 2005 I made a CD of that song, and that CD still has a proud place in the upstairs bathroom of their home in Georgia. As I write this, Sachio is 24 and in hospice care, at home with his parents. His sister has come for the summer to be with them, along with her wife. I'm visiting every few weeks. In September 2025 Sachio was diagnosed with a Malignant Peripheral Nerve Sheath Tumor. It's a terribly aggressive cancer, which becomes so entangled in so many healthy organs that it becomes very hard to treat. Six months of chemo barely slowed its growth, and in April 2026 Sachio decided that quality of life was more important than quantity. I've written quite a bit about Sachio over the past year, but it was personal and not for public eyes or ears. Now it's fathers day weekend. I'm visiting with them in Georgia, and alternately feeling like it's good that I'm here, and then that I'm an additional burden being here, and then that it doesn't matter one way or the other. We keep breathing and watching tennis and watching world cup soccer and eating and sleeping... trying to keep this brave and doomed young man comfortable and comforted as the clock ticks. *** Sachio died at 4 am on Friday June 26, 2026. The hole he left is immeasurable. The second half of today's offering probably isn't comforting. I can do music pretty well, and I can do comedy pretty well... but neither seems to be of any value for my family (or for anyone else) in the face of incurable cancer. I've found that making things helps me process and deal with the pain and the isolation and the helplessness, so I've kept at it. It was helpful to me to make something "pretty" or "melodic" out of all this monumental unfairness. It was helpful to beat the hell out of the drums, and to turn this up really loud. And, having played it for a few close friends, I think it might actually have some merit. And maybe even some value for those who are grieving. Who knows? The main thing I've noticed is that pretty much anything is okay to say or do when the outcome is certain and awful. Very little judgement has been shown lately. So here goes. Sachio was violinist and a guitarist and a saxophonist and a singer. I wish I could say that we played music together, but for some reason that only happened a few times, very casually. We never composed anything together, and we never recorded anything. He played music with his sister, and with his father, and with his school orchestra, and later with his band "The Drapes." A few years ago I invited him and his band to come up to Nashville and do some recording, but that never happened. And that makes me profoundly sad. For this song, I composed the finger-picked instrumental bit upstairs in Sachio's room, while Sachio and his parents were sleeping in the basement room that had become Sachio's hospice ward. Sachio's room was (and will remain) full of his awards and sports posters and lots of things he'd collected in 24 years. As I worked on the song, I thought, "I'm in his bedroom, and he'll never see this room again." And I tried to put that big sadness into the music. In the original "Sachio" song from 2005, I enlisted the saxophone talents of Michael Duncan in Los Angeles. For the second, newer part, I wanted to have a violin, so I asked Tim Lorsch to provide that in Nashville, and he kindly agreed. Everything else you hear is me. Two individual songs compose this whole. My hope is that together they kind of bookend a life lived well, even if it was much too short. I hope people can relate to the pain and overwhelmingness of life and death, and that they think of the awesome gift that we all get for a short while. I hope the "god works in mysterious ways" people will see another perspective, as this song does not let any god off the hook. I hope this does something for someone. I'm just putting it all out there. Doing my best, whether it's sufficient or not. Many thanks to my brother Adam Goodie, his wife Chinami Goodie, their daughter Sara Goodie, and of course Sachio himself. You have each shown inspiring strength and love through all the good times and bad. You can see Sachio's obituary here. And you can see a video of this song, a slideshow, here. "Sachio" Music: Van Morrison Words, guitars, drums, bass, keyboards, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Saxophones: Michael Duncan "My Brother's Son" Music, words, guitars, pedal steel guitar, piano, bass, drums, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Violin: Tim Lorsch Helpful help: Stephen DeBonrepos and Niamh Bagnell Tue, 14 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/sg128_sachio--my-brothers-son.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)I hope it's ok that this month's FuMP submission is actually two songs stuck together as one, and that only half of it is funny. In 2002 I became an uncle for the second time, to a nephew named Sachio. He was the happiest, most calm and even-tempered child I've ever encountered. Just all smiles, all the time. I didn't see him or his sister that much, as they lived far away, but with each visit he became more and more interesting and fun and inspiring. For his third birthday I parodied a Van Morrison song for Sachio, and that's the first half of today's offering. In 2005 I made a CD of that song, and that CD still has a proud place in the upstairs bathroom of their home in Georgia. As I write this, Sachio is 24 and in hospice care, at home with his parents. His sister has come for the summer to be with them, along with her wife. I'm visiting every few weeks. In September 2025 Sachio was diagnosed with a Malignant Peripheral Nerve Sheath Tumor. It's a terribly aggressive cancer, which becomes so entangled in so many healthy organs that it becomes very hard to treat. Six months of chemo barely slowed its growth, and in April 2026 Sachio decided that quality of life was more important than quantity. I've written quite a bit about Sachio over the past year, but it was personal and not for public eyes or ears. Now it's fathers day weekend. I'm visiting with them in Georgia, and alternately feeling like it's good that I'm here, and then that I'm an additional burden being here, and then that it doesn't matter one way or the other. We keep breathing and watching tennis and watching world cup soccer and eating and sleeping... trying to keep this brave and doomed young man comfortable and comforted as the clock ticks. *** Sachio died at 4 am on Friday June 26, 2026. The hole he left is immeasurable. The second half of today's offering probably isn't comforting. I can do music pretty well, and I can do comedy pretty well... but neither seems to be of any value for my family (or for anyone else) in the face of incurable cancer. I've found that making things helps me process and deal with the pain and the isolation and the helplessness, so I've kept at it. It was helpful to me to make something "pretty" or "melodic" out of all this monumental unfairness. It was helpful to beat the hell out of the drums, and to turn this up really loud. And, having played it for a few close friends, I think it might actually have some merit. And maybe even some value for those who are grieving. Who knows? The main thing I've noticed is that pretty much anything is okay to say or do when the outcome is certain and awful. Very little judgement has been shown lately. So here goes. Sachio was violinist and a guitarist and a saxophonist and a singer. I wish I could say that we played music together, but for some reason that only happened a few times, very casually. We never composed anything together, and we never recorded anything. He played music with his sister, and with his father, and with his school orchestra, and later with his band "The Drapes." A few years ago I invited him and his band to come up to Nashville and do some recording, but that never happened. And that makes me profoundly sad. For this song, I composed the finger-picked instrumental bit upstairs in Sachio's room, while Sachio and his parents were sleeping in the basement room that had become Sachio's hospice ward. Sachio's room was (and will remain) full of his awards and sports posters and lots of things he'd collected in 24 years. As I worked on the song, I thought, "I'm in his bedroom, and he'll never see this room again." And I tried to put that big sadness into the music. In the original "Sachio" song from 2005, I enlisted the saxophone talents of Michael Duncan in Los Angeles. For the second, newer part, I wanted to have a violin, so I asked Tim Lorsch to provide that in Nashville, and he kindly agreed. Everything else you hear is me. Two individual songs compose this whole. My hope is that together they kind of bookend a life lived well, even if it was much too short. I hope people can relate to the pain and overwhelmingness of life and death, and that they think of the awesome gift that we all get for a short while. I hope the "god works in mysterious ways" people will see another perspective, as this song does not let any god off the hook. I hope this does something for someone. I'm just putting it all out there. Doing my best, whether it's sufficient or not. Many thanks to my brother Adam Goodie, his wife Chinami Goodie, their daughter Sara Goodie, and of course Sachio himself. You have each shown inspiring strength and love through all the good times and bad. You can see Sachio's obituary here. And you can see a video of this song, a slideshow, here. "Sachio" Music: Van Morrison Words, guitars, drums, bass, keyboards, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Saxophones: Michael Duncan "My Brother's Son" Music, words, guitars, pedal steel guitar, piano, bass, drums, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Violin: Tim Lorsch Helpful help: Stephen DeBonrepos and Niamh BagnellI hope it's ok that this month's FuMP submission is actually two songs stuck together as one, and that only half of it is funny. In 2002 I became an uncle for the second time, to a nephew named Sachio. He was the happiest, most calm and even-tempered child I've ever encountered. Just all smiles, all the time. I didn't see him or his sister that much, as they lived far away, but with each visit he became more and more interesting and fun and inspiring. For his third birthday I parodied a Van Morrison song for Sachio, and that's the first half of today's offering. In 2005 I made a CD of that song, and that CD still has a proud place in the upstairs bathroom of their home in Georgia. As I write this, Sachio is 24 and in hospice care, at home with his parents. His sister has come for the summer to be with them, along with her wife. I'm visiting every few weeks. In September 2025 Sachio was diagnosed with a Malignant Peripheral Nerve Sheath Tumor. It's a terribly aggressive cancer, which becomes so entangled in so many healthy organs that it becomes very hard to treat. Six months of chemo barely slowed its growth, and in April 2026 Sachio decided that quality of life was more important than quantity. I've written quite a bit about Sachio over the past year, but it was personal and not for public eyes or ears. Now it's fathers day weekend. I'm visiting with them in Georgia, and alternately feeling like it's good that I'm here, and then that I'm an additional burden being here, and then that it doesn't matter one way or the other. We keep breathing and watching tennis and watching world cup soccer and eating and sleeping... trying to keep this brave and doomed young man comfortable and comforted as the clock ticks. *** Sachio died at 4 am on Friday June 26, 2026. The hole he left is immeasurable. The second half of today's offering probably isn't comforting. I can do music pretty well, and I can do comedy pretty well... but neither seems to be of any value for my family (or for anyone else) in the face of incurable cancer. I've found that making things helps me process and deal with the pain and the isolation and the helplessness, so I've kept at it. It was helpful to me to make something "pretty" or "melodic" out of all this monumental unfairness. It was helpful to beat the hell out of the drums, and to turn this up really loud. And, having played it for a few close friends, I think it might actually have some merit. And maybe even some value for those who are grieving. Who knows? The main thing I've noticed is that pretty much anything is okay to say or do when the outcome is certain and awful. Very little judgement has been shown lately. So here goes. Sachio was violinist and a guitarist and a saxophonist and a singer. I wish I could say that we played music together, but for some reason that only happened a few times, very casually. We never composed anything together, and we never recorded anything. He played music with his sister, and with his father, and with his school orchestra, and later with his band "The Drapes." A few years ago I invited him and his band to come up to Nashville and do some recording, but that never happened. And that makes me profoundly sad. For this song, I composed the finger-picked instrumental bit upstairs in Sachio's room, while Sachio and his parents were sleeping in the basement room that had become Sachio's hospice ward. Sachio's room was (and will remain) full of his awards and sports posters and lots of things he'd collected in 24 years. As I worked on the song, I thought, "I'm in his bedroom, and he'll never see this room again." And I tried to put that big sadness into the music. In the original "Sachio" song from 2005, I enlisted the saxophone talents of Michael Duncan in Los Angeles. For the second, newer part, I wanted to have a violin, so I asked Tim Lorsch to provide that in Nashville, and he kindly agreed. Everything else you hear is me. Two individual songs compose this whole. My hope is that together they kind of bookend a life lived well, even if it was much too short. I hope people can relate to the pain and overwhelmingness of life and death, and that they think of the awesome gift that we all get for a short while. I hope the "god works in mysterious ways" people will see another perspective, as this song does not let any god off the hook. I hope this does something for someone. I'm just putting it all out there. Doing my best, whether it's sufficient or not. Many thanks to my brother Adam Goodie, his wife Chinami Goodie, their daughter Sara Goodie, and of course Sachio himself. You have each shown inspiring strength and love through all the good times and bad. You can see Sachio's obituary here. And you can see a video of this song, a slideshow, here. "Sachio" Music: Van Morrison Words, guitars, drums, bass, keyboards, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Saxophones: Michael Duncan "My Brother's Son" Music, words, guitars, pedal steel guitar, piano, bass, drums, vocals, arrangement, production: SG Violin: Tim Lorsch Helpful help: Stephen DeBonrepos and Niamh BagnellSudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Moneyshot Cosmonauts 3:07 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/ms128_cilantro.mp3 Spaff recently attended a reunion dinner with some old friends. Kurt asked if anyone had dietary restrictions. Dave said cilantro. Then he added, "Not allergic. Just can't stand it." And a song parody was born! What we learned about cilantro: o Americans call coriander leaves cilantro. Other English speakers call all of it coriander. o An olfactory receptor gene, OR6A2, determines your response to the aldehydes in cilantro. Which is to say, it's not just your preference. It's genetic. o A bunch of coriander was found in King Tut's tomb. You can decide if that's what killed him. What we learned about "Fernando": o Before ABBA's English remake, the song was released in Swedish by Frida (Anni-Frid Lyngstad) and is about a brokenhearted bartender, not a Latin American freedom fighter. o In 1976 (Happy Bicentennial!) "Fernando" hit #1 in 15 countries. In Australia it was the longest-running #1 ever (until it was beaten by Ed Sheeran's "Shape of You"). In the US it only reached #13. o Musicologist Philip Tagg wrote a 500-page book about "Fernando" and even he wasn't sure exactly which instruments were used. Bob had to make an educated guess. Swedish Chefs: Ashby, Lucas: Audio engineering Bad Beth and Beyond: Lead and backing vocals Bob Emmet: Instruments, arranging, and production Apprentice Chef Spaff: Lyrics Fri, 10 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/ms128_cilantro.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)Spaff recently attended a reunion dinner with some old friends. Kurt asked if anyone had dietary restrictions. Dave said cilantro. Then he added, "Not allergic. Just can't stand it." And a song parody was born! What we learned about cilantro: o Americans call coriander leaves cilantro. Other English speakers call all of it coriander. o An olfactory receptor gene, OR6A2, determines your response to the aldehydes in cilantro. Which is to say, it's not just your preference. It's genetic. o A bunch of coriander was found in King Tut's tomb. You can decide if that's what killed him. What we learned about "Fernando": o Before ABBA's English remake, the song was released in Swedish by Frida (Anni-Frid Lyngstad) and is about a brokenhearted bartender, not a Latin American freedom fighter. o In 1976 (Happy Bicentennial!) "Fernando" hit #1 in 15 countries. In Australia it was the longest-running #1 ever (until it was beaten by Ed Sheeran's "Shape of You"). In the US it only reached #13. o Musicologist Philip Tagg wrote a 500-page book about "Fernando" and even he wasn't sure exactly which instruments were used. Bob had to make an educated guess. Swedish Chefs: Ashby, Lucas: Audio engineering Bad Beth and Beyond: Lead and backing vocals Bob Emmet: Instruments, arranging, and production Apprentice Chef Spaff: LyricsSpaff recently attended a reunion dinner with some old friends. Kurt asked if anyone had dietary restrictions. Dave said cilantro. Then he added, "Not allergic. Just can't stand it." And a song parody was born! What we learned about cilantro: o Americans call coriander leaves cilantro. Other English speakers call all of it coriander. o An olfactory receptor gene, OR6A2, determines your response to the aldehydes in cilantro. Which is to say, it's not just your preference. It's genetic. o A bunch of coriander was found in King Tut's tomb. You can decide if that's what killed him. What we learned about "Fernando": o Before ABBA's English remake, the song was released in Swedish by Frida (Anni-Frid Lyngstad) and is about a brokenhearted bartender, not a Latin American freedom fighter. o In 1976 (Happy Bicentennial!) "Fernando" hit #1 in 15 countries. In Australia it was the longest-running #1 ever (until it was beaten by Ed Sheeran's "Shape of You"). In the US it only reached #13. o Musicologist Philip Tagg wrote a 500-page book about "Fernando" and even he wasn't sure exactly which instruments were used. Bob had to make an educated guess. Swedish Chefs: Ashby, Lucas: Audio engineering Bad Beth and Beyond: Lead and backing vocals Bob Emmet: Instruments, arranging, and production Apprentice Chef Spaff: LyricsSudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Andrew OddRock 3:52 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/ao128_throne-of-tragedy.mp3 A classic tale of bathroom terrorism and adhesive assault. Tue, 07 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/ao128_throne-of-tragedy.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)A classic tale of bathroom terrorism and adhesive assault.A classic tale of bathroom terrorism and adhesive assault.Sudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Robert Lund and Spaff 2:43 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/rl128_semiquincentennial.mp3 You know how when someone says you look good for your age, you think, hmm, is that really a compliment? Because if they thought you looked good, they'd say you look good, and not qualify it with "for your age." Anyway, happy 250th birthday, America! You look good for your age! Here's our birthday tribute. It's a parody of Robert Palmer's "Simply Irresistible." Of course. Boston Tea Partiers: M. Spaff Sumsion: Lyrics Robert Lund: All vocals, all instruments, all everything else P.S. Check out the video! P.P.S. No AI was used in the writing of the lyrics or performance of the music. For the video, AI generated the images Spaff requested, but Spaff did everything else. Hooray for (not-yet-fully obsolete) humans. Fri, 03 Jul 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/rl128_semiquincentennial.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)You know how when someone says you look good for your age, you think, hmm, is that really a compliment? Because if they thought you looked good, they'd say you look good, and not qualify it with "for your age." Anyway, happy 250th birthday, America! You look good for your age! Here's our birthday tribute. It's a parody of Robert Palmer's "Simply Irresistible." Of course. Boston Tea Partiers: M. Spaff Sumsion: Lyrics Robert Lund: All vocals, all instruments, all everything else P.S. Check out the video! P.P.S. No AI was used in the writing of the lyrics or performance of the music. For the video, AI generated the images Spaff requested, but Spaff did everything else. Hooray for (not-yet-fully obsolete) humans.You know how when someone says you look good for your age, you think, hmm, is that really a compliment? Because if they thought you looked good, they'd say you look good, and not qualify it with "for your age." Anyway, happy 250th birthday, America! You look good for your age! Here's our birthday tribute. It's a parody of Robert Palmer's "Simply Irresistible." Of course. Boston Tea Partiers: M. Spaff Sumsion: Lyrics Robert Lund: All vocals, all instruments, all everything else P.S. Check out the video! P.P.S. No AI was used in the writing of the lyrics or performance of the music. For the video, AI generated the images Spaff requested, but Spaff did everything else. Hooray for (not-yet-fully obsolete) humans.Sudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Goodbye Charlemagne 3:30 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/gc128_just-the-uncle.mp3 A song for fun, childfree uncles and lady uncles alike. More Goodbye Charlemagne available here: linktree.com/goodbyecharlemagne Tue, 30 Jun 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/gc128_just-the-uncle.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)A song for fun, childfree uncles and lady uncles alike. More Goodbye Charlemagne available here: linktree.com/goodbyecharlemagneA song for fun, childfree uncles and lady uncles alike. More Goodbye Charlemagne available here: linktree.com/goodbyecharlemagneSudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Skip Briggs 4:19 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/sb128_every-seagull-wants-to-steal-your-lunch.mp3 Are you tired of those bloody beachy bastard birds binging on all of your belongings? Then this song is for you! It's a parody of the Tears for Fears song: "Everybody Wants To Rule The World" and it's all about everybody's least favorite sea-going citizen: The seagull. Sit back and let the sounds of the sea and the seagulls carry you away (Just like how these gulls carried away your last bologna sandwhich!) Lyrics by Matthias Fri, 26 Jun 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/sb128_every-seagull-wants-to-steal-your-lunch.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)Are you tired of those bloody beachy bastard birds binging on all of your belongings? Then this song is for you! It's a parody of the Tears for Fears song: "Everybody Wants To Rule The World" and it's all about everybody's least favorite sea-going citizen: The seagull. Sit back and let the sounds of the sea and the seagulls carry you away (Just like how these gulls carried away your last bologna sandwhich!) Lyrics by MatthiasAre you tired of those bloody beachy bastard birds binging on all of your belongings? Then this song is for you! It's a parody of the Tears for Fears song: "Everybody Wants To Rule The World" and it's all about everybody's least favorite sea-going citizen: The seagull. Sit back and let the sounds of the sea and the seagulls carry you away (Just like how these gulls carried away your last bologna sandwhich!) Lyrics by MatthiasSudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music Sulu 2:48 no https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/su128_im-stinging-and-deranged.mp3 Stinging and Deranged represents the angry existence of a lonely Bee in a futuristic chaotic world. Inspired by the Iconic Musical "Singing in the Rain." (Sung and danced by Gene Kelley) Recorded at Moonlight Studios, Los Angeles New lyrics and vocals: Sulu Dubow as "The Bee " Original music: Herb Nacio Brown, Original lyrics: Arthur Freed Musical Production and special effects: Jeff Lewis of Moonlight Studios Miserable Stung Male: Jeff Lewis Asst production: Sulu Dubow Trumpet: Jeff Lewis Technical support: Jordan Kesselhaut, Michael Lestatkatt Selcovitz Special thanks to Steve Goodie and Brad Tassell (VCS) (First performance on guitar.) Many thanks to "The Improvisational Buzz Bee FUMP Dancers " Performed by "The FUMPS " and myself on guitar in front of a live audience at The Pre Dr. Demento Retirement Party House Concert on April 18, 2026. The Improvisational Buzz Bee FUMP Dancers are: Insane Ian Bonds, Luke Sienkoski aka The Great Lukeski, Tony Goldmark, Tim Crist aka Shoebox, Chris Mezzolesta (seen on a separate video) In Memory of David Vasquez, May 2026 Moonlight Studios Tue, 23 Jun 2026 01:00:00 -0500 https://cdn.fumpmedia.com/fumps/mp3_lo/su128_im-stinging-and-deranged.mp3 support@fidim.com (FIDIM Interactive, LLC)Stinging and Deranged represents the angry existence of a lonely Bee in a futuristic chaotic world. Inspired by the Iconic Musical "Singing in the Rain." (Sung and danced by Gene Kelley) Recorded at Moonlight Studios, Los Angeles New lyrics and vocals: Sulu Dubow as "The Bee " Original music: Herb Nacio Brown, Original lyrics: Arthur Freed Musical Production and special effects: Jeff Lewis of Moonlight Studios Miserable Stung Male: Jeff Lewis Asst production: Sulu Dubow Trumpet: Jeff Lewis Technical support: Jordan Kesselhaut, Michael Lestatkatt Selcovitz Special thanks to Steve Goodie and Brad Tassell (VCS) (First performance on guitar.) Many thanks to "The Improvisational Buzz Bee FUMP Dancers " Performed by "The FUMPS " and myself on guitar in front of a live audience at The Pre Dr. Demento Retirement Party House Concert on April 18, 2026. The Improvisational Buzz Bee FUMP Dancers are: Insane Ian Bonds, Luke Sienkoski aka The Great Lukeski, Tony Goldmark, Tim Crist aka Shoebox, Chris Mezzolesta (seen on a separate video) In Memory of David Vasquez, May 2026 Moonlight StudiosStinging and Deranged represents the angry existence of a lonely Bee in a futuristic chaotic world. Inspired by the Iconic Musical "Singing in the Rain." (Sung and danced by Gene Kelley) Recorded at Moonlight Studios, Los Angeles New lyrics and vocals: Sulu Dubow as "The Bee " Original music: Herb Nacio Brown, Original lyrics: Arthur Freed Musical Production and special effects: Jeff Lewis of Moonlight Studios Miserable Stung Male: Jeff Lewis Asst production: Sulu Dubow Trumpet: Jeff Lewis Technical support: Jordan Kesselhaut, Michael Lestatkatt Selcovitz Special thanks to Steve Goodie and Brad Tassell (VCS) (First performance on guitar.) Many thanks to "The Improvisational Buzz Bee FUMP Dancers " Performed by "The FUMPS " and myself on guitar in front of a live audience at The Pre Dr. Demento Retirement Party House Concert on April 18, 2026. The Improvisational Buzz Bee FUMP Dancers are: Insane Ian Bonds, Luke Sienkoski aka The Great Lukeski, Tony Goldmark, Tim Crist aka Shoebox, Chris Mezzolesta (seen on a separate video) In Memory of David Vasquez, May 2026 Moonlight StudiosSudden,Death,Worm,Quartet,Luke,Ski,Tom,Smith,Rob,Balder,Raymond,and,Scum,fump,comedy,Dr,Demento,dementia,funny,music,funny,songs,funny,weird,music