Actually, every day is Stan Freberg Day around here. I constantly quote him and sing snatches of his brilliant comedy records and try to apply a little of what I learned from the guy about how to look at the world through a wall of satiric skepticism. When people ask my mother if I got my sense of humor from her, she usually answers, "No, I got mine from Mark and he got his from Stan Freberg." That is almost not a joke.
Today is Stan's birthday and since you can Google him and find out in five seconds how old he is, I might as well give you the number: 85. I worked with him last week in a recording session and though we've done a lot of them, it still gives me a little tingle when the receptionist tells me, "Stan's here" and — sure enough — in walks the guy whose records I played as a kid, over and over and over and over and over and over and over. If you'd told me then that I'd someday know that man, it would be like you told me I'd someday meet Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Well, not exactly. Stan is way funnier than either of them…and more amazing.
I hope he and his wonderful wife/partner Hunter have a very nice Stan Freberg Day. And many, many more.