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I can sum up the way a lot of people feel about the Everly Brothers by telling you the props Ryan brought in to our show when we discussed It’s Everly Time by (wait for it) The Everly Brothers. Ryan shows up carrying a paper bag which he subsequently removed a loaf of Wonder Bread and a bottle of Cream Soda. And I get it. That’s how a lot of people feel when they think about the Everly Brothers. Malt shops and shit. American Graffiti. I, however, am not one of those people. I, for the most part, hate the music of the 50’s and very early 60’s that isn’t Jazz. But there is an ethereal shimmering mournful quality to their harmonies that to my ears removes any of the usual parodies. Now don’t get me wrong, some of the songs on It’s Everly Time skirt that line, but the harmonies always suck me in.
Of course the dudes couldn’t stand each other. So sit back, make yourself a Mayonnaise sandwich on Wonder Bread and wash it down with a cold Ice Cream Phosphate (whatever the fuck those were), and enjoy It’s Everly Time…
