I was on my way to basically checking on the spelling for 60s/70s music icon Todd Rundgren. Yes, I was a fan, but not a follower. He wrote some very nice pop-rock hits like Hello It’s Me that showed up on an album that was basically a jam session engineered by himself in his garage: Something/Anything, and the somewhat chauvinistic Gotta Get You a Woman on Runt, but his voice was never anything to swoon over. His group Utopia played some nice electronic compositions that flowed together semi-seamlessly. The first side of A Wizard a True Star held the (pun alert) record for having the most recorded material on on side of an album. Must have had something to do with the content: a definite listen for dopers. You’ll know just what it’s all about, until the “stone” rolls away, then you’ll decide you were full of…

But one thing I didn’t know is what I discovered via Wiki…

“After leaving Nazz in 1969, Rundgren alternated production work for other groups with his career as a recording artist. In 1970 he formed the ‘band’ Runt, consisting of Hunt Sales on drums, his brother Tony Sales on bass (sons of slapstick US TV kiddie show pioneer Soupy Sales)”

I’m an entertainer and educational service provider by trade. Soupy was one of my earlier icons. He combined slapstick with a smartass attitude. Soupy was brilliant, and got into a lot of trouble for doing what all good entertainers do: walk the edge between acceptability and not. Or maybe “trip,” “stumble” and “bumble” would be better terms?

Odd how things connect sometimes when you haven’t the faintest idea they do, huh?