Back in the heyday of American punk, all kinds of guys & dolls & bands were out there trying to invent something weird and new. The Sex Pistols had kind of messed with everyone’s heads.
But Count Viglione really pre-dated all that, but he was also a part of it as well, a kind of punk dracula.
You see, his whole act was to dress up as a version of Count Dracula and then go out on stage and be true to the garage spirit of things.
I listened to the records he would send me a few times, and was always impressed by his punk persistence. I mean, I would NEVER NEVER be that persistent if I dressed up in cape and went out in front of hundreds of people in Boston and tried to impress them with made-up songs about weird things in my head that nobody really should know anything about. (He totally reminds me of Underdog woman, which is another story altogether.)
Anyway, Count Viglione had an act, and it was a good act, far ahead of its time. Ain't many guys like this left around (except hiding behind fake identities on social media).