Eddy Arnold is cracking me up.
As a Cool Guy, I've never taken much interest in Eddy Arnold. He was an MOR easy listening Perry Como wannabe from the 40s and 50s. I mostly know him from tv album ads, which are less interesting entertainment than the Christy Lane ads.
That's about the level of my associations with Eddy Arnold, but in fairness I must note that he was a big deal for a long time. He is sometimes claimed to be the biggest selling country artist in history. He had his own network show for awhile.
Theoretically, Eddy Arnold was a country singer, traveling early in his career as part of R.J. Reynolds' Camel Caravan during WWII, a country USO type show for the troops. He was known in those days as "The Tennessee Plowboy."
He was a crooner, though, not any kind of hillbilly singer really to start with. At the first taste of success, he was ready to ditch the hicks, and become a real, legitimate pop singer. Thus, mentioning Eddy Arnold to my cracker Dad naturally resulted in the invocation of the Flatt & Scruggs classic, as Eddy Arnold "got above his raisin'."
Listening to his records, I can hear someone who thinks that he's gone uptown. This is probably not really fair to the man, but there's nothing much else there as interesting as that interpretation. He was a perfectly competent singer, but utterly bland to me.
Except that I never would listen to an Eddy Arnold record. Why would I? Hell, usually I'd rather listen to Iggy Pop singing the Rage Against the Machine songbook. So why would I listen to Eddy Arnold? Answer: Homer and Jethro, doggone their goat lovin' hides.
In 1949, they recorded a three-way duet with June Carter, singing a comedic bluegrass version of "Baby It's Cold Outside." Songwriting is credited "With apologies to Frank Loesser." They have an aptly titled best-of album called America's Song Butchers.