Years and years ago, a friend of a friend allegedly played a one-note piece for their Trinity “chosen”. This may have been it. I suppose there might be more than one piece of music along this line.
That F#, my dear fellows, is a very blah and misleading representation of a sultry come-hither squeak - I would not call it a note as such, but rather an effect - that Prince utters at that point. This is proof positive that notation cannot convey all, nor is it a good idea to try (unless of course a Lawrence Welkian sound pleases you, but IMHO such doesn’t lend itself well to prancing).
Hey, The Larry Show was genius pure genius, until they drove right off the cliffs of the 70’s without ever once tapping the breaks. Larry was deceived by you-know-who.
Ah, yes…wunnerful, wunnerful. One of the great broadcasting screwups of all time, and fond memories of a dropped jaw. And of course all us hippie freaks loved it. Due to a couple of mildly irreverent interjections in the lyrics it was assumed to be, and billed on the show as, a “modern spiritual”. Great wow factor. Someone got their tush fired over that one.
It is shocking - well, titillating, at least - if you remember that the Lawrence Welk phenomenon wasn’t just about the music; it was equally about championing - against the changing tide of the 60s and 70s, mind you - an idealised and increasingly outdated first-half-of-the-20th-century US white middle-class culture: Mom, apple pie, chaste kisses, and the white picket fence, with the the ballroom and champagne as its temple and sacrament of acceptable heady living. Later on when concessions were made to jazz up one or two things a tad - still done sedately somehow, and only that show could pull it off - that was racy stuff for their standards. Had people done their homework, that song would never have made the air on that wholesomest of shows, which only shows how out of touch they were. Someone else will have to verify this, but lore is that show employees weren’t even permitted to chew gum. In any case it’s well known that there was a very strict regime of standards that employees and particularly performers had to live by; you were amazingly squeaky-clean, or you hit the road.
So, yeah: “One Toke Over The Line” sung on that show was a total mistake, and definitely a shock. Huge. I still smile when I think of the irony.
To this day co-writer Peter Yarrow claims that the urban myth surrounding it is false, and personally, I believe him. Apparently Welk did too, because the myth was already known yet he aired that one as well. So to his credit, rumor wasn’t enough to dictate choices on that show. A song with “toke” in the lyrics, on the other hand…that’s a different story altogether. For his show, that was just dropping the ball.
I’ve always thought the PTMG allegory’s supposed “hidden allegory” was a huge stretch because really, it was just too flimsy to take seriously (crediting such flimsiness being an insult to a good songwriter’s craft, too, IMHO), and let’s face it: in those days, we were ready to slap hidden meanings on anything if it seemed we could force the shoe to fit.