I was going to let the passing of singer /sausage maker/entrepreneur, Jimmy Dean go by without a word. I write too many of these things and am always at risk of being accused of some kind of plagiarism since the facts of a person of notes life are hashed and rehashed. As the day progressed I wondered if he didn't deserve a word or two.
Now the man is mostly known as the name on the label of sausage products. A few of us are old enough to remember him as a cross over country/pop artist. He had a major hit with his ballad of Big John, big enough to get him a variety show in 1961. One of a hundred then I guess yet his does bear a cultural reference that has long overshadowed his own, he had as a part of his show a shaggy dog, not quite marionette, not quite puppet.
Rolf was his name. He played piano and sang with Jimmy too. The man who operated and voiced Rolf was named Jim too, Jim Henson. Rolf was the first muppet to go nation wide. So we see that while Jimmy Dean was enjoying his moments in the sun, he gave light to something that has become a part of global culture.
Sure he faded when his show ended, he did some guest work and even had a part in Diamonds are Forever. He moved on from entertainment to take up the family business of hogs. His name and the quality of his product made him remain a name in the public eye.
It is silly I guess to memorialize a long faded country singer that took up sausage as a way of making a living. That he recognized the talent and potential of Jim Henson and helped him make the break from a regional talent that made some clever commercials and let him become a major force in entertainment is good enough of a reason for me. So long Jimmy and thanks for helping give the world characters like Rolf, Kermit, Bert, Ernie, Miss Piggy, Elmo, Big Bird ad infinitum. The world was a little better because of you and that alone makes you worth mention.


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So long, Jimmie. Thanks for what you left us. Your music as well as your sausage is your legacy, and it is good.
rated with hugs and thanks
We used to get Jimmy Deans in the field sometimes as an alternative to MRE's when we were training to deploy to Iraq in '04 for the '05 rotation with 3ID.
There was a member of our unit who used to open up the juicier parts of the Jimmy Dean meals and stuff them way down in random Solider's "C" bags. This is the bag of shit we never use but are forced to bring to the field.
After a few days, the horrible reek would overwhelm us...and we would know that the "UniDeaner" had struck again.
Though we never caught the UniDeaner, I still have my suspicions as to who it was.
On the post though, thanks for the bit of history, and a tip of my hat to a man that gave us hours of food, entertainment and memories.
Over the decades his name became best known for sausage and related products. Not particularly good sausage but a facsimile of country sausage.
And boy, do I remember Big John. He stood six foot si ans weighed 245 . . . you know the rest. To an 11-year-old kid, that sappy-seeming-today song about individual heroism left a permanent mark on my soul.
Thanks for remembering and reminding.
Thanks!
Bet he's in hog heaven already! (And rated, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't even known he was dead.)
He always came across so small home town, that's what made him special.
But how many of you remember how, in 1962. Dean told the warmongers and wingers and John Birchers --o were pretty much running things in those days-- to stuff it. And he did it in a charming, low key sorta way.
He recorded a narration --not really a song-- called "Dear Ivan," in which he imagines an American farmer talking to his Russian counterpart, and reaching the startling conclusion that if they could just sit down together, they could work things out a whole lot better than their "leaders."
You can hear the recording at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qmo0Kjhle9A and read the lyrics at http://www.top40db.net/Lyrics/?SongID=62041
Folks reading or hearing those lyrics today might have trouble realizing the courage behind recording them. Dean was immediately attacked by the right --remember, this was the year of the Cuban Missile Crisis-- and there was much talk of heaving him off the country radio stations, a la the Dixie Chicks a while back.
To his credit, Dean didn't back down an inch. The rare times he was given the opportunity, he explained over and over what the song was really about.
Almost nobody listened.
He probably didn't care. He'd said his piece.
I wish it was for this piece, and not that silly saccharine "Big Bad John" he'll be remembered.
Thanks for this.
@ Bob Sloan. I forgot Jimmy's political stance on the Cold War. I'm so glad you reminded us.
The version I downloaded (I have it on LP so didn't cheat him of royalties) is slighly different than the radio and LP versions. The download version closes with "At the bottom of this mine lies one hell of a man".
The LP and radio versions have "..lies a big, BIG man". For once, I prefer the censored version. It's a nice play while "one hell of" sounds like a generic compliment.
My avatar changes with my mood, I've been feeling a bit like Roberto for a while. One more thing, Henry, I don't know if you are kidding or not so please don't take offense but, Jimmy Dean is not Jimmie Rodgers, the yodeling brakeman.
One of the better aspects of Nam.(No 'lol")
Considering the quite successful business interest to which he devoted his energies during the last decades of his life, Dean should have understood better than anyone that, like most things, entertainers are just another kind of sausage, cranked out one after the other, to be consumed and forgotten.