Ed’s Redeeming Qualities with a Summer tune for the ages!
When I was a kid Lawn Darts were all the rage, it was
basically horseshoes without digging up the yard.
Until the product was pulled from the shelves due to
someone embracing Charles Darwin with every fiber
of their being.
Apparently impaling one of your children with a poorly
thrown pub dart the size of a small dog is enough to
shut off a decent afternoon activity forever.
The band was from New England, Vermont and New Hampshire
for the most part, and developed a small but rabid
following over the few years they performed here.
Some of the songs are novelty oriented and I play the hell out
of them whenever the mood strikes.