It’s the last day of Nosevember, so let’s go out with a big collection of boopable snoots.
Thanks to Andrew Y. and Georgiana Y.
It’s the last day of Nosevember, so let’s go out with a big collection of boopable snoots.
Thanks to Andrew Y. and Georgiana Y.
Boop the snoot! Boop it, I say! You know you want to!
In the heyday of New York’s folk music scene, few groups were as beloved — or as nasal — as The Four Noses. Songs like “Snifflin’ ‘n’ Sneezin'” “Prints on the Window” and “The Smell of Silence” propelled the group from its coffee-house beginnings onto the national stage. But ironically, their prophetically-titled sophomore album, Curtain Call, would prove to be the group’s swan song as the foursome fell to bickering over whether he who smelt it dealt it.
That must have been a mighty wind, Murray C.
“Keeping my eyes closed, and relying only upon my keen sense of smell, I detect that you have a piece of sweet potato in your pocket. OK, you always bring me sweet potato right around now, but this nose is never wrong!”