I am continuing my tribute to the late, Peppi Marchello who died Wednesday night.
The Good Rats were an acquired taste…like single malt Scotch or a fine cigar.
There are dozens and dozens of songs that define him as a songwriter, often writing about life in the city as a “blue collar guy”
What is more blue collar than Jerry Springer?
A somewhat goofy song that I never got hear them play live.