The Squirrel Brand Company was started in 1888 by a Mr. Purlie Garish
and a friend. It was, and still is, a candy manufacturer. In the 1920's
they developed a chewy, vanilla caramel called the "Squirrel Nut Zipper."
According to the Squirrel Brand Company, it got its name from a Boston
newspaper headline about a man "who had gotten a hold of some contraband
alcohol drink apparently called a Nut Zipper. This man, after drinking
too many of these, crawled up a tree over the main street and wouldn't
come down.
And so the headline read something to the effect of ‘The Squirrel
Nut Zipper.'"
Wait! Oh, you wanted to learn more about Squirrel Nut Zippers, the band, not the candy or drunkard? Well, the North Carolina Squirrel Nut Zippers began when Jim Mathus (vocals, trombone) and Katharine Whale (vocals, banjo) left Chapel Hill, North Carolina for the rural splendor of that state. Together, they renovated an old farm house, and filled the rest of their time making puppets, painting, and listening to old jazz records. Soon they were playing along with those records, inviting their friends over to play with them, and starting to record their own. Five albums later we have the Perennial Favorites. As a play on the name, the case is designed to resemble a vintage seed catalog complete with order form, but this is not a re-working of standards and classics. Perennial Favorites is more like a real, antique, patchwork quilt. The parts aren't always perfect, but they're woven together with loving care. And the squares are all different. You won't find another song like their hit "Hot," but you'll find plenty of colorful variety.
The album starts off with an upbeat Dixieland, and, perhaps, autobiographical tune, "Suits are Picking Up the Bill":
While this album isn't straight swing, Perennial Favorites is sure to attract the same crowd looking for something a little different in their music. There's a lot of creativity here--just what you'd expect from someone playing with puppets on breaks from renovating an old home in the rural South.
By Shari Lloyd (9/26/98)
