I probably said this already on another thread, but: Pigmeat Markham is a prime example of a kind of comedy that I'm afraid has disappeared from America by now. I heard some of his sketches done by burlesque-show comedians 50-some years ago, before I heard him do them, and I'm sure stuff like "Slowly I Turned" is older than vaudeville, older than minstrel shows and commedia dell'arte, older than Moses. Chess, then I believe Malaco issued album after album of Pigmeat and his company, and I would dearly love to know more about Baby Seals and Pigmeat's two other cast members, who are always unidentified on the album covers.
Peter Cook, alone or with Dudley Moore or some other, could make me laugh till I grew weak and helpless - Decca? London? issued his albums. Here's another vote for Spike Jones and for Nichols and May and for Severn Darden - while reading Larry's transcription of his speech about the universe, I can just hear his loony voice. Whatever happenedto him?