Tiny Tim (born Herbert B. Khaury; April 12, 1932 – November 30, 1996) was an American singer, ukulele player, and musical archivist.[1] He is best remembered for his rendition of “Tiptoe Through the Tulips” sung in a high falsetto/vibrato voice.
Tiny Tim was born in Manhattan, New York City on April 12, 1932. His mother was Tillie (née Staff), a garment worker, who was the daughter of a rabbi. She had immigrated from Brest-Litovsk as a teen in 1914. Tiny’s father, Butros Khaury, a textile worker, was from Beirut, Lebanon and his father was a Maronite Christian priest.[3][4][5]
In a 1968 interview on The Tonight Show, he described the discovery of his ability to sing in an upper register in 1952: “I was listening to the radio and singing along; as I was singing I said ‘Gee, it’s strange. I can go up high as well.'” He then entered a local talent show and sang “You Are My Sunshine” in his newly discovered falsetto. Although he stood 6 ft 1 in (185 cm),[7] he started using the stage name Tiny Tim in 1963 at the suggestion of his manager George King.
Yes, we’re all better off now that this idiot is out of the picture, but his death can be used to make an important point, which may actually be the most important aspect of his miserable life.
If you’ve ever heard this freak sing, that first thing that you’ll notice is that he had absolutely no talent. An irritating, scratchy voice, accompanied by bad ukelele playing aren’t qualities you’d expect to catapult someone to stardom, but alas, he became rich and famous for his nonexistent musical “talent”.
So why do we know his name? Why are we looking at pictures of his ugly mug today?
The reason is that he was chosen to be rich and famous, probably because he didn’t complain about being sodomized by his Rabbi, and we see can see this same lack of talent in most people today who are considered “celebrities”.
They’re never the best, brightest, prettiest, or the most talented in their field, but instead they’re chosen for celebrity status because of who they know, and whether or not they’re willing to play along with the big lie.
And just as we see with this Tiny Tim freak, you’ll usually find Kazarian ancestry in them too.
The fact of the matter is that you’ll be “entertained” by people simply because they’re on TV or radio, regardless of a complete lack of talent, and if the only music available to you was my own lousy singing, you’d eventually start to like it too. (today you’d cringe if you heard my voice, but if it were the only thing on the radio, you’d be singing along in harmony soon enough)
Jeff Foxworthy always comes to mind when I think of this. He’s a very funny man, but there are probably a thousand comedians who are funnier. Jeff’s brand of comedy however, serves a very useful propaganda objective, and that’s why you know his name. His redneck jokes work well to help divide the population, by encouraging urbanites to mock and disparage their rural countrymen.
Rap music is popular because it encourages criminality, and it became popular at the same time prisons became profitable.
See that? Even when you think you’re being “entertained”, in reality you’re still being conditioned by the propaganda machine. “Celebrities” are famous not because they’re good at what they do, but because they serve a purpose, and the same holds true when we look back to the 1960s, when Rock and Roll bands were encouraging drug use, at the same time the communists were trying to destroy this country by that method.
Buy a guitar, learn to play it, and make your own music. Within a few weeks you’ll sound a lot better than Tiny Tim. Find something to bang on, and you’ll sound better than the “hip-hop” crew,too. You don’t have to support the enemy to be entertained, and you don’t need anymore conditioning.
DEAR JOLLY ..
I SENT THIS IN BECAUSE I WAS THINKING OF MY DAD, WHO HATED THIS SONOFABITCH, AND CALLED HIM, “JUDAISMS REPRESENTATION OF MANHOOD”.
Man, Jolly .. so on the mark! ,, i got nothin to add
I hope some day we meet .. its not every day I would have the pleasure to meet another human being that freakin gets it ,and me
I’d like that. Enemy. We should all get together for a big party someday.
But if we’re all under the same roof, we’ll probably be a good target for a drone strike, so we’ll throw the party at Henry’s house….lol
You’d all be welcome but there wouldn’t be enough elbow room. I always thought if we had a big party it should be on the beach in July so everyone would have a warm place to pass out. Probably not meant to be, but never say never. 🙂
Excellent post, Jolly, and you are right about the fact that most rockers, rappers, entertainers, etc. have less talent than those who are not chosen for fame and fortune, but are chosen because they are willing to “sell their souls” so to speak, for that fame and fortune. I’ve written novels about this sort of thing (though I’d love to be a good guitar player, my fingers are too short so I play guitar crappy!–so instead, I ‘m a writer.)–but every now and then, a recording artist or band or whatever ‘gets it’ and changes course–and I’m working on a novel about that as well.
I like to write, too, but I’ve given up on doing it professionally because everyone who owns a publishing company wants me dead.
His intent and act was well scripted. Look as ugly and hideous as you can and be absolutely talentless on stage. He was a running joke, hence, his many appearances on Rowan and Martin’s “Laugh In.”
This is when Arte Johnson would put on the Nazi helmet, spread the weeds apart, and say “Boy, he stinks.”
aha… yes.. that’s probably where I saw him. I was very young when that was on TV, but old enough to have a crush on Goldie Hawn. (Horn?) I don’t know.
I absolutely remember the first time I saw Tiny Tim. My dad was so disgusted he made my mom turn Laugh-In off. I think his words were, “What in the goddamn hell is that?” I just kept quiet, I didn’t even dare laugh.