Greetings, seekers of the rare, the weird and the unbelievably cheap! I come to you in cheerful mood, realizing that this is the twentieth episode of RTH’s popular Thrifty Music series, in which I share scratched-up slabs of vinyl I find in thrift stores, flea markets, and garbage cans around our nation’s fine capitol.
To mark this auspicious occasion, I’ve decided to post one new track every other day, until we arrive at the commemorative number of 20 — count ’em, TWENTY — new and wonderful songs I’ve rescued from perdition. Today’s track is one of many I found while combing through (no fooling) about 3000 singles I purchased from a little old lady in rural Maryland. It’s a real head-scratcher to me, because — well, why on Earth wasn’t this song a hit? And why on Earth does nobody know who The Phaetons are any more? And why can I not find a single record geek trying to sell this ultra-rarity for an absurd amount of money? It’s totally worth it, as you’ll hear. A true lost gem, in my opinion.
The only image I could find of The Phaetons is shown above. I grabbed it from this page, at which you’ll learn all there is to know — and I man that literally — about this band. But shit! Singles on Warner Brothers! Produced by Jerry Ragavoy, and co-written by “Doc” Pomus! *Great* singles, great songs, great arrangements, and… nothing. Weird.
Anyhow, enjoy the first of two Phaetons numbers I’ll be sharing as the month unfolds: “Three Weeks, Four Days and 15 Hours,” by Long Island’s own… The Phaetons!
I look forward to your comments, and I thank you for your patronage over the years.
HVB