Bugs, Daffy, Yosemite Sam: They were down with Raymond Scott. When all delicious hell needed to break loose in the Looney Tunes universe, the cartoon wizards at Warner Bros. often headed for the delirious Scott songbook to soundtrack the mayhem. Control-freak Scott’s talented quintet was rarely allowed to improvise, but his musicians’ playful spirit and tireless oomph were just about perfect for accident-prone animals who wore pants. Piano keys pitter-patted like bunny feet, frenzied drums were the heavy steps of the dum-dum hunter right behind him-and an exaggerated stretch of the accordion (bwowow!) was cued when one or both of the krazee komics slammed into a wall. Indeed, a frying pan to the face just wouldn’t have been the same without Scott, who died in 1994, at the age of 85. God bless him.
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