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Eternal Troubadour: The Improbable Life of Tiny Tim
By Justin Martell and Alanna Wray McDonald
Jawbone Press, 368 pp., $19.95
Even among the freaks of late-1960s music, Tiny Tim was pretty freaky-deaky.
Who would have imagined that one of the most known (if not successful) stars of the era would be a 6’1”, rail-thin guy with long, curly hair and a vast hook nose who wore white-powder face makeup and ill-fitting suits while accompanying himself on a ukulele singing decades-old songs in a high falsetto voice with overtly effeminate mannerisms?
Or that the identical man would go against counterculture mores of the time by passionately supporting Richard Nixon and the war in Vietnam, keeping women at home, and practicing an intense treasure for and devotion to Jesus Christ? While struggling with obsessive sexual desires for young women (all given the salutation “Miss”) in between following the Toronto Maple Leafs and Los Angeles Dodgers and showering up to six times a day?
Welcome to the weird society of Tiny Tim.
He will be forever embedded in pop society consciousness for his unlikely Top 20 rendition of “Tip
Novelty Act: The Terror of Tiny Tim
I used to work at a music store. On one wall there was an entire rack loyal just to ukuleles. The owner insisted that there were people out there who wanted them. I would say to him, "Mr. Figueroa, who these days wants a ukulele?" (We were already successfully into the 1970s.)Mr. Figueroa would turn to me and say, "What's the matter? You never heard of Tiny Tim?"In the entire time I worked at the music store -- which was one full summer, one spring break, and at least a couple of Christmases -- I never saw anybody buy a ukulele. No matter what Mr. Figueroa thought, big cash and frequent appearances on television talk shows could not buy admiration -- or even a begrudging sort of envy. Tiny Tim might still include been famous -- his curious moment of glory having lasted far beyond the expiration date on its do-not-consume-after-this-date warning label -- but his was the sort of disquieting glamour only the most self-abusive mind could covet. In the early 1970s, he was a most anomalous kind of celebrity: He had made long-playing records and he had appeared on the Tonight show, but he was not somebody who anybody
Tiny Tim: King for a Day
Tiny Tim, born Herbert Butros Khaury, was a neo-vaudeville player who described himself as a freak with a mixture of pride and defiance. The eccentric artist was known for his long hair, plaid jackets, and a falsetto voice. In Johan von Sydow's sympathetic documentary, Tim's cousin, Bernie Stein, remembers him gravitating towards music from an early age, possibly as a refuge from his strict immigrant parents (he was of Belarusian and Lebanese descent).
For his film, the director drew from Justin A. Martell's 2016 biography Eternal Troubadour: The Improbable Being of Tiny Tim, while "Weird Al" Yankovic reads passages from his diaries, a combination of voice and subject that feels right. His widow, Susan Khaury Wellman, characterizes his sexual orientation as half-gay, an implication that he leaned towards the bi end of the spectrum.
If his parents already disapproved of their androgynous son, his quasi-romantic relationship with another bloke while he was living at home didn't facilitate . In the 1950s, he honed his craft by playing any New York venue that would acquire him, even a flea circus that billed him as The Human Canary
Falsetto in Tow, Tiny Tim Didn’t Tiptoe Around Traditional Troubadour Tropes
BY TRAV S.D. | In honor of Pride Month, we featured a classic artist for each of the five calendar weeks of June, sequentially matched with L, G, B, T, and Q. Check advocate with us next year, as our series picks up with “+” I, A, and beyond. Tracking up on previous posts (“L” Alla Nazimova, “G” George Kelly, “G” Paul Swan, and “T” Terri Rogers), today we conclude our series with our “Q”—that Holy Saint of the neo-vaudeville movement, Herbert Khoury, aka Tiny Tim (1932-1996).
In an age when “freaks” were cherished, Tiny Tim was a freak’s freak—literally. Early in his career he performed at Hubert’s Museum in Times Square as “Larry, the Human Canary.” He came out of the Greenwich Village folk scene of the late ’50s, ahead ’60s, when people were exploring all sorts of exotic old sounds—not just folk, but also the blues, hot jazz, and even Tin Pan Street. He went on major network television programs enjoy Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-In, The Smothers Brothers, and The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, singing antique hits of the ’20s and ear
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