tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171962522024-03-18T15:29:01.176-04:00Accelerated DecrepitudeThe pointless ramblings of an aging hipster on a collision course with his own mortality.Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.comBlogger846125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-43771755030723443992023-12-27T14:11:00.082-05:002024-01-14T09:38:09.402-05:00The Year in Review: Tom's Best of 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIOEzha2c0_vkOPuy1mUHYvRQlzkcPF6ebZbqCVLelVflzNkZ5exEpCAYo4QdQuZ_OIxwlkjkrJjFUV-H7vNkYrYD2G2rn04E-eZew9PZ52jVgn48GgF-cbFhMXWRB7kSCjZCTIJ8WTkWslvunMLMuiFPiHRTMscDIfpNXtBSSwU7iwJic6TiKQ/s690/IsThisYearOverYet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIOEzha2c0_vkOPuy1mUHYvRQlzkcPF6ebZbqCVLelVflzNkZ5exEpCAYo4QdQuZ_OIxwlkjkrJjFUV-H7vNkYrYD2G2rn04E-eZew9PZ52jVgn48GgF-cbFhMXWRB7kSCjZCTIJ8WTkWslvunMLMuiFPiHRTMscDIfpNXtBSSwU7iwJic6TiKQ/s320/IsThisYearOverYet.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>2023 was a year I couldn't wait to get past because, for the most part, it was a shit-burger with a side of <i>dies</i>. Too many friends shuffled off their mortal coil in this deadly year - <a href="https://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2023/07/tom-amy-remember-adolf-kowalski.html"><b>Ross Haupt</b></a> (aka "Adolf Kowalski," the leader of my college punk band), <b>Mark O'Connor</b> (another TSU college pal - a brilliant musician, and one of the funniest people I've ever known), <a href="https://www.thebaltimorebanner.com/opinion/community-voices/obituary-remembrance-plumber-chris-jensen-RHJRX7QALFGIZBHWCBSJNESYUA/"><b>Chris "Da Plumber" Jensen</b></a> ("Plumber to the Stars" of Charles Village, musician, artist, Atomic TV cameraman and all-around lovable loon), <b>Keith Worz </b>(my neighbor and a veritable speedball of manic artistic and verbal energy) - to name but a few. Closer to home, I found yours truly suffering from chronic sinusitis, asthma and opthalmic migraines (a scary temporary loss of vision in which one sees only flashing lights). And, despite all the shots and precautions, my wife Amy and I both got Covid. That said, we tried to find solace in some of the following distractions that brought us joy over the past 365 days.</p><p><b><u>Sports:</u></b></p><p>2023 was a banner year for Charm City ornithophiles. The long-suffering <b><a href="https://youtu.be/Wzo7yflo3zk?si=TJG-7N4OA6LpRXhh">Orioles</a></b> had the best record in the American League, winning <a href="https://youtu.be/Wzo7yflo3zk?si=TJG-7N4OA6LpRXhh">101 games</a> on their way to being crowned champions of the toughest division in Major League Baseball, the American League East. Sure, they got burned in the post-season - albeit by the eventual World Champions, the Texas Rangers - but what a ride it was, and the league and pundits agreed as Adley Rutschman and Gunnar Henderson won 2023 American League Silver Slugger Awards, Gunnar won AL Rookie of the Year, Felix Bautista won the Mariano Rivera Award as the top relief pitcher in the AL, Brandon Hyde won AL Manager of the Year and Mike Elias won MLB Executive of the Year. But for me, nothing topped being at Camden Yards for all four games of a four-game series against the Rays on September 14-17. Amy and I cancelled our plans to go to the beach, sensing that this would be a crucial series, and it sure was - starting off bad with two tough losses, but ending with the Birds clinching a playoff spot after beating the Rays in the 11th inning, 5-4, on September 17. And nothing brought more joy than attending the September 15 Adam Jones Retirement Night at Oriole Park. Sure, we lost in a laugher of a game (lone mitigating factor: witnessing rookie Heston Kjerstad's first MLB hit - a 418-foot home run to right field!), but nothing beat seeing the smile on Adam Jones face as our favorite Oriole got his due from the team and the fans. #10, legend!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYgfm1B1_Hc5dscqlDyzH1EOpy3b4uyKjXVeHcV0aJP3wz0EYwB-yOOhjV3COPyXCjOHSp9-pXGblTdVjr76qz5OpOQeQMWuRvbdIh9_6wZ5nAlDW0JPUDc0eROWIoiqkC1nqjyTUdMGcGKOZp55YXV8W9tJcFTucnRX_beLyMzgRKU-mfyCDGg/s1000/orioles-al-east-champs-23-65161f37dde97.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="1000" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYgfm1B1_Hc5dscqlDyzH1EOpy3b4uyKjXVeHcV0aJP3wz0EYwB-yOOhjV3COPyXCjOHSp9-pXGblTdVjr76qz5OpOQeQMWuRvbdIh9_6wZ5nAlDW0JPUDc0eROWIoiqkC1nqjyTUdMGcGKOZp55YXV8W9tJcFTucnRX_beLyMzgRKU-mfyCDGg/s320/orioles-al-east-champs-23-65161f37dde97.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>And now it looks like the <b>Ravens</b> might go the O's one better, hopefully winning the Super Bowl and another MVP award for Lamar "Action" Jackson? They capped the year off by destroying the Miami Dolphins at home, guaranteeing themselves a post-season bye, one week after they destroyed the NFC's best team, the San Francisco 49ers. I'm not a football fan, but I love the joy they bring the city (we certainly can use it). Maryland may be Blue politically, but on the gridiron, we're a solid Purple State.</p><p><b><u>Movies: </u></b></p><p>Christopher Nolan's <b><a href="https://youtu.be/bK6ldnjE3Y0?si=sNtWSx0ibHPDbZ1B">OPPENHEIMER</a> </b>and Yorgos Lanthimos' <b><a href="https://youtu.be/RlbR5N6veqw?si=OeC2K597VWvsmrN4">POOR THINGS</a></b> were the two best films I saw and by rights <b>Cillian Murphy</b> as quantum physicist Robert J. Oppenheimer and <b>Emma Stone</b> as beastly beauty Bella Baxter should get Best Actor awards for their performances. I didn't see KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON - the 3 1/2-hour running time scared my bladder off (and believe me, POOR THINGS was long enough! Tell me again, whatever happened to brevity being the soul of wit?) - but if it doesn't win Best Picture, then surely OPPENHEIMER will? It's based, and skews closely to, Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin's 2005 book <i>American Prometheus</i>, which is also highly recommended.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3a4ajWX2XEQfeLSjyJD13OGo3YMUSUVrttsTRRtO3IQACcIx4n_Sye-VJ9V9rlJ3uT7PtJ0d1A6GgV3J10EYWjyLJfamLNIG-Vy_seVvgERJaTH9uZphhdXSkrudSdajjwCRB2xQrclpTmwco2Va2_mlISbRX7BCV6VMk4hWC35E7suFMNrhnZA/s3454/Oppenheimer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3454" data-original-width="2331" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3a4ajWX2XEQfeLSjyJD13OGo3YMUSUVrttsTRRtO3IQACcIx4n_Sye-VJ9V9rlJ3uT7PtJ0d1A6GgV3J10EYWjyLJfamLNIG-Vy_seVvgERJaTH9uZphhdXSkrudSdajjwCRB2xQrclpTmwco2Va2_mlISbRX7BCV6VMk4hWC35E7suFMNrhnZA/s320/Oppenheimer.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgp0kTJuYLnl-bkErplN5_LQkW1o-p8UZFT59EWw0V4NE-Xk2yW66VHOETtPiuYfGZnwHWiuwE-g3wKKPNbfSgm9LJiyO9b6GLJd-1jfRHJ4fiUuF3ah7kwvAvLwot33uw8U25KGn5uibIHa08vUhcgzDmFRI1If4Cz5V5GqjIi9YSI7Ekt8Gsg/s2000/Poor%20Things.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1350" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgp0kTJuYLnl-bkErplN5_LQkW1o-p8UZFT59EWw0V4NE-Xk2yW66VHOETtPiuYfGZnwHWiuwE-g3wKKPNbfSgm9LJiyO9b6GLJd-1jfRHJ4fiUuF3ah7kwvAvLwot33uw8U25KGn5uibIHa08vUhcgzDmFRI1If4Cz5V5GqjIi9YSI7Ekt8Gsg/s320/Poor%20Things.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><br />POOR THINGS is also based on a book, Alisdair Gray's <i>Poor Things: Episodes from the Early Life of Archibald McCandless, M.D., Scottish Public Health Officer</i> (1992). I must say that while the "diabolical fuckfest of a puzzle" that is POOR THINGS (as quoted by <i>New Yorker</i> critic Anthony Lane, himself quoting Mark Ruffalo's wonderfully caddish character Duncan Wedderburn's take on Bella) engaged Amy and I throughout its 2 hours and 21 minutes runtime, my bladder was slightly less amused. There were some unnecessary "woke" side-stories that added nothing to the overall story - a horny, feminist riff on the Frankenstein myth and a steam-punk skewering of both Romanticism and the age of Enlightenment - and had me checking my watch at the 2-hour mark. To wit: Jerrod Carmichael's cynical philosopher Harry Astley taking Bella to Alexandria to show her the plight of the poor and afflicted, and Suzy Bemba's socialist prostitute Toinette showing her, what, agit-clit sisterhood? These scenes could have easily been edited out.<br /><br />Needless to say, the big takeaways from the film besides Emma Stone's tour-de-force acting props (and Willem Dafoe's performance as her Dr Frankenstein-styled creator Dr. "God"win Baxter, and Mark Ruffalo's delightful romp as the louche Wedderburn) will be its ruminations on the meaning of life (and its symbiotic companion, death), its questioning of prevailing social orders and why we even bother with them, and Lathimos' grand visuals and outlandish costumes. Oh, and my new favorite word for sex, coined by an enthusiastic Bella: "Furious Jumping." "Why do people not do this all the time?" she asks. Why indeed, Bella.<br /><div><br />Best Movie Runner-ups: <b><a href="https://youtu.be/r7DqccP1Q_4?si=JD_45piSHebHRkwe">GODZILLA MINUS ZERO</a></b> (I cried! So did Amy!) and Miyazaki's latest (but not last, apparently) <b><a href="https://youtu.be/UIabnyxTVpc?si=V3WIx4XpZosFdN47">THE BOY AND THE HERON</a> </b>- the latter of which, like all Miyazaki films, bears repeated viewings in order to take in and understand the surfeit of images and concepts absorbed. Of course Amy and I saw the subbed version, it goes without saying (why are Americans so linquistically lazy?). And it inspired us to read the 1937 book <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/How-You-Live-Genzaburo-Yoshino/dp/1616209771">How Do You Live?</a></i> by Genzabuo Yoshino - in the film it's the book left to young protagonist Mahito Maki by his late mother, and apparently it greatly influenced Miyazaki and other young men of his generation when it first appeared in pre-war Japan. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCrt38MHcrkgi3vxcDyIWqCKHuyaQfkEgSjGN8-6XQuJ_hIBb0yAxCZ12npeeq2rjB5eyS5-2u4OkOI_fbgMtwDIolT6b5kYR9OgkFC532zc71vL0wsJLJwPpUyzT5cw1KS0ELkDbTTDVe08VJTRRmtjqGuiuF7qdkoGSfexwt4KHvXfKKq_fzg/s560/GMinusOne.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="560" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCrt38MHcrkgi3vxcDyIWqCKHuyaQfkEgSjGN8-6XQuJ_hIBb0yAxCZ12npeeq2rjB5eyS5-2u4OkOI_fbgMtwDIolT6b5kYR9OgkFC532zc71vL0wsJLJwPpUyzT5cw1KS0ELkDbTTDVe08VJTRRmtjqGuiuF7qdkoGSfexwt4KHvXfKKq_fzg/s320/GMinusOne.jpeg" width="229" /></a></div><p>GODZILLA MINUS ONE is not just another title in the Gojira canon, it's also an incredibly moving Japanese post-war drama. Action fans will love it for the action, Godzilla fans will love it for the amazing design of This Year's Model, but there's also plenty on offer here for everyone's tastes, even, say, Ozu lovers. Because it's a real story, with real meaty content and character arcs, and not just mindless shooting and explosions (we saw enough of that in the 30 minutes of trailers for American action movies that preceded the movie at the Towson Cinemark; mental note: always arrive half an hour after listed start time to avoid the interminable Cinemark/Amazon/SUV/Paramount+/etc ads and mindless franchise movie trailers). <i>And thank god it was subbed and not dubbed</i>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MQTzsmuO_2ZwiW0YlHJBlV3LlhmCyeDnxbT0oXBcCrgvMBKuI2Q3TPpq5xdPkBnlcexRy_SmtAMIDI5mW9VnaqeCYochl9nuKnFH9XpTr7qFGfT89yE4a5_8i1fhqjGsEuFFuPvINeq36he0FlymiBp6vZ55df_01JPl_bZHqsAd_6dBi7qn4g/s2194/BoyHeron.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2194" data-original-width="1500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MQTzsmuO_2ZwiW0YlHJBlV3LlhmCyeDnxbT0oXBcCrgvMBKuI2Q3TPpq5xdPkBnlcexRy_SmtAMIDI5mW9VnaqeCYochl9nuKnFH9XpTr7qFGfT89yE4a5_8i1fhqjGsEuFFuPvINeq36he0FlymiBp6vZ55df_01JPl_bZHqsAd_6dBi7qn4g/s320/BoyHeron.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><br /><p>Most Honorable Mention: I also liked Todd Haynes' quiet drama <b><a href="https://youtu.be/4VdAParM4h8?si=CHyaiSAU284Q6L_l">MAY DECEMBER</a></b>. At the risk of sounding pretentious, it reminded me of an Ingmar Bergman film in the way it examined the complexity of relationships below the skin-deep surface. The film was loosely based on the real-life tabloid story of American teacher Mary Kay Letourneau, who had a sexual relationship with her sixth-grade student and later married him. Like Bergman's PERSONA, it featured two strong female protagonists - Natalie Portman (is there a more beautiful woman on Earth? No wonder she's Thor's GF!) and the always brilliant Julianne Moore - psychologically probing one another, looking for chinks in one another's body armor, but it was <b>Charles Melton</b> as the "May" husband to Moore's complex "December" who truly stood out in the acting chops. Truly a sleeper star in the making, and no doubt worthy of a Best Supporting Actor nomination.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDGW6EDYvvZouGbmZtP0VlMQWq1O6CeNKjv6Jlwmt90bzXClI6fVXlfeUXv9teZYrH5WkukTxNAD5e0-PTphGIMukxcECnrpG6a5HguP073HBv2Pi7NLWCwABGVSRAurrdHSJud2wvyZZ-3mDYCGBKkbv8VSwMSwDSil6WcamPz8EUxbCH6N8Hg/s1200/MayDecmber.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1194" data-original-width="1200" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDGW6EDYvvZouGbmZtP0VlMQWq1O6CeNKjv6Jlwmt90bzXClI6fVXlfeUXv9teZYrH5WkukTxNAD5e0-PTphGIMukxcECnrpG6a5HguP073HBv2Pi7NLWCwABGVSRAurrdHSJud2wvyZZ-3mDYCGBKkbv8VSwMSwDSil6WcamPz8EUxbCH6N8Hg/s320/MayDecmber.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Portman & Moore: Psychological Beauty PERSONA-fied</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaBgcHKajImBWco1V1UwX_Y39_Ri4wFR834jOo8J7ZGp5vJVn6266lYvqyb74MFG2cSCTfe9Z2mdJl72K3XYV_BHtR5i_I8rL7HlAfobnmLkZBVge7g7CYIwYinLZ9iA_-ziQendMrGMAxg0YzBiXpViAXPcVq1g5dm_Yxw92UsXai_oanAxpnyg/s1566/CharlesMelton.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="881" data-original-width="1566" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaBgcHKajImBWco1V1UwX_Y39_Ri4wFR834jOo8J7ZGp5vJVn6266lYvqyb74MFG2cSCTfe9Z2mdJl72K3XYV_BHtR5i_I8rL7HlAfobnmLkZBVge7g7CYIwYinLZ9iA_-ziQendMrGMAxg0YzBiXpViAXPcVq1g5dm_Yxw92UsXai_oanAxpnyg/s320/CharlesMelton.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakout Star: Charles Melton as "Joe"</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>And forget the first half of the BARBIEHEIMER phenomenon. Amy and I saw BARBIE (it was hard not to given the hype) and were underwhelmed - sure, it was fun but total fluff and the 2nd half was overly preachy and hokey-wokey (a fat Barbie? Where was that ever in the Barbie-verse? Sure, there was a "Curvy" Barbie in 2016, but it was more Kardashian of figure than Lizzo-esque) and Will Ferrell's "comic antics" were painful to endure. And we had no interest in ASTEROID CITY. We’ve seen enough self-indulgent movies about nothing and lasted a mere 10 minutes before clicking the remote. I like a lot of early Wes Anderson movies, but ever since THE FRENCH DISPATCH I find myself agreeing with critic Roger Moore that Anderson's oeuvre has metastasized from cleverly-linked bits & bobs into oxygen-free stylish twee.</p><p><b><u>TV:</u></b></p><p>We mostly caught up on old series we hadn't seen before (SUCCESSION, WESTWORLD, THE TERROR, the "Running Up That Hill" 4th season of STRANGER THINGS, etc.), but of the new offerings, Amy and I loved:</p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Aussie comedy <b><a href="https://youtu.be/hbF0_weD6MM?si=-SeTT_H3ibjhBUju">FISK </a></b>(Netflix). Kitty Flanagan is Helen Tudor-Fisk, a former high-end lawyer forced to slum it at an estate planning firm where, in her floppy “festival of brown” pant suits, she endures humiliation on a daily basis. I think I love Helen most because she's no-nonsense when it comes to coffee, preferring cheap convenience store java (I'm a RoFo man myself!) to the outlandishly pricey lattes served up at curated coffee cafes. Her put-downs of pretentious barristas and smoothie-dispensing snowflakes ("Hi, I'm Malcolm, pronounced 'Melcome, like welcome!'") warm the cockles of my overly-caffeinated heart.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-eSM36pQk9115XVWjL0676ctTJ_E1wz3XowC91wVMev2LRTE9cFCziz7ELc8vm1ateOjA_MVGfBw7nI9XrNMa9zSqt446q8Uhqw2WtE6zXSrgiMTPnsGp79wYnCoBCNwk3lcDut2SIVvvkVyDc74RsSIMU2TjiQVHNyni4Y0_WA_0VX5GL0trQ/s598/Fisk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="598" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-eSM36pQk9115XVWjL0676ctTJ_E1wz3XowC91wVMev2LRTE9cFCziz7ELc8vm1ateOjA_MVGfBw7nI9XrNMa9zSqt446q8Uhqw2WtE6zXSrgiMTPnsGp79wYnCoBCNwk3lcDut2SIVvvkVyDc74RsSIMU2TjiQVHNyni4Y0_WA_0VX5GL0trQ/s320/Fisk.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></li><li><b><a href="https://youtu.be/5jY1ecibLYo?si=n_LQXWau9DX_WnIC">Season 6 of BLACK MIRROR</a> </b>on Netflix was a welcome return after pandemic-induced limbo. Besides showing the dark side of technology and social media (“Joan Is Awful,” “Beyond the Sea”), the series branched out into horror and true crime spoofs. Especially satisfying was the Scottish serial killer episode “Loch Henry” in which the old John Nettles detective series BERGERAC and VHS tapes figured prominently (and hilariously!).<br /><br /></li><li>The latest seasons of <b><a href="https://youtu.be/Fv01-4gdfz8?si=jOLMQ8-FhMsp1lFW">INSIDE NO. 9</a> </b>(#8)<b> </b>on Britbox<b> </b>and the classy <b><a href="https://youtu.be/tRtfn35RNqc?si=SOvqbZb5uEbjZNt2">DALGLIESH</a> </b>(#2)<b> </b>and Kiwi-centric <a href="https://youtu.be/BcgazJ--kYA?si=3wcD9Zf5sZm-lRSX" style="font-weight: bold;">BROKENWOOD MYSTERIES</a><b> </b>(#9)<b> </b>on Acorn.<br /><br /></li><li>We also enjoyed the 2nd season of Acorn's <a href="https://acorn.tv/shortfilmshowcase/" style="font-weight: bold;">SHORT FILM SHOWCASE</a> (also on Amazon Prime and others), which seemed to feature all Irish shorts (<i>Erin go bragh!</i>). They were all good, but the standout for us was the romantic <b><a href="https://youtu.be/auKKbPBshmQ?si=OI4HAEb_XF_sIO5L">CROSSWORD</a></b>, which thankfully you can also see for free on YouTube. "On a significant day in her life a lonely woman, who finds solace in the daily crossword, discovers that the answers to the clues are all around her. Is it magic, coincidence, or something else entirely?"<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMu2JaSKhhfwVheQ5UYrqYnAM4KpPKIbQN3XT_uKQ16zbEXxv4ximDqRWFZq1m5vP88yvDN3L6IkbLXNTVB0Wk95Jc2v_mNOlBF4jSPYxUq1wVOox5S6OOuorspgSA-W2oxN2vxLx6qmVtVIZAZO8T9eTzSoky1mzzVoH3GPj3eWmqiNmSfHitaQ/s1280/Crossword.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMu2JaSKhhfwVheQ5UYrqYnAM4KpPKIbQN3XT_uKQ16zbEXxv4ximDqRWFZq1m5vP88yvDN3L6IkbLXNTVB0Wk95Jc2v_mNOlBF4jSPYxUq1wVOox5S6OOuorspgSA-W2oxN2vxLx6qmVtVIZAZO8T9eTzSoky1mzzVoH3GPj3eWmqiNmSfHitaQ/s320/Crossword.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></li><li>The neo-operatic <b><a href="https://youtu.be/Baflc_0XVfY?si=b1_-aA-1afqs-aQl">WHITE LOTUS Season 2</a> </b>(Max) may not have been as good as Season 1, but it still had the marvelous Jennifer Coolidge unpacking her anxieties in a lush Neapolitan setting, and added the always-stellar Aubrey Plaza, F. Murray Abraham and Tom Hollander (<i>The Rev</i>!) to the cast, not to mention the extremely sexy Napoli native Simona Tabasco as a calculating working girl. And a great soundtrack by Cristobal Tapia de Veer (see also: the UK <i>Utopia</i>)!<br /><br /></li><li>We also loved <b><a href="https://youtu.be/AFPIMHBzGDs?si=LHkAQtKz9DDaNWUW">BEEF</a> </b>(Netflix), my gateway drug into the comedic genius of <b>Ali Wong</b>. I subsequently binged on all her <a href="https://youtu.be/nSVv42sQOMA?si=6AiqzlIMS_9LUmxt">Netflix stand-up specials</a>. And <b>Steven Yeung</b> (<i>Minari, Nope, Burning</i>) was a revelation, showing that his acting chops were wasted killing zombies all those years on <i>The Walking Dead</i>.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFPIT08DXMeW-5boKDLXtoa8qBtosxDmRXgE_GLI2d1Tgtf-cKpQEImG-wJDlCUaN0wiBWN57qynorsYJIXFxKtFhEP1-I8O2z2zfGqnMBG87306DyjMoyOSxkrQ3FN7tfcBOAbx9RuV7Xqg-ZTLDBsmu4FxJhsx9kr8PNW23Uz4sogfl6WhryA/s585/SteveAndAli.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="585" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFPIT08DXMeW-5boKDLXtoa8qBtosxDmRXgE_GLI2d1Tgtf-cKpQEImG-wJDlCUaN0wiBWN57qynorsYJIXFxKtFhEP1-I8O2z2zfGqnMBG87306DyjMoyOSxkrQ3FN7tfcBOAbx9RuV7Xqg-ZTLDBsmu4FxJhsx9kr8PNW23Uz4sogfl6WhryA/s320/SteveAndAli.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where's the Beef? Steve Yeung and Ali Wong</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></li><li>And while it's an old series (later remade in a US version, begging the question: why?) the original 2014 <b>UK version of</b> <b><a href="https://youtu.be/uJnN3WMwDsk?si=qucr8aE2jYkOfl_L">UTOPIA</a> </b>(Britbox, Amazon Prime)<b> </b>was one of the most brilliant - and, given the pandemic, <i>topical</i> - dystopian British TV series I've ever seen. A total mindfuck with a stellar cast of unknowns (at least on these shores, saving James Fox and Stephen Rea, of course), a villain named Mr. Rabbit, an on-the-spectrum killer addicted to Raisinets, and probably the most unrepentantly graphic scenes of violence (school children massacred!) and torture (eye-gouging, eww!) I ever recall seeing on the boob tube. But I couldn’t look away! Watch it and you too will be asking, "<a href="https://youtu.be/xCUNfg2qJN0?si=IqxYQFj-f1Os5OAb">Where is Jessica Hyde</a>?" Between this series and Jeffrey Epstein's "suicide," I'm all in on Conspiracy Theories now! There were 2 seasons, but hope springs eternal that there will be a reboot somewhere down the line. And the outstanding series theme music? Cristobal Tapia de Veer (<i>White Lotus</i>)!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRO7ZHp9dTQGFKQtiKuU1aKAJTos-V9tCa8AbhcRAMpgQQbMqsDPBW9S_u5YE1_WGqFzRF62sI2_hRjqTd0HfwjjFrRXeqbZpOOBdCqFZF1ot-orckQaS5yRpAirx-s-cUjszFjSW-BwPhAlqDQQ1lxhM2HjjmDkh7vssDWjliL2VZgb1wL2LZ6Q/s1920/Utopia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRO7ZHp9dTQGFKQtiKuU1aKAJTos-V9tCa8AbhcRAMpgQQbMqsDPBW9S_u5YE1_WGqFzRF62sI2_hRjqTd0HfwjjFrRXeqbZpOOBdCqFZF1ot-orckQaS5yRpAirx-s-cUjszFjSW-BwPhAlqDQQ1lxhM2HjjmDkh7vssDWjliL2VZgb1wL2LZ6Q/s320/Utopia.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></li><li>This just in...<b><a href="https://youtu.be/EBdJHep2uIg?si=1aMDNGZ8qmkrcdXB">LETTERKENNY's final season - Season 12</a></b> - just dropped on Hulu on December 26. Amy immediately gave herself a post-Christmas gift by re-subscribing to Hulu just for this. Even though we haven't had a chance to binge it all, consider it top of this list. Oh, and as part of Hulu, we finally got to see <a href="https://youtu.be/V6cDCfaZjO4?si=B1isJkK4xQ_VWKT3">FARGO Season 5</a> (FX), which we just started binging. All I can say is two words: <b>Juno Temple</b>. Sure, Jennifer Jason Leigh and Jon Hamm (who's having a "Go Ham" year, showing his comedic chops in the otherwise lame GOOD OMENS 2) are great, too, but this is basically a one-woman play, as the TED LASSO (which I've still never seen!) English star nails the Minnesota accent and kicks Rambo-ass as Midwest hausfrau-cum-Tiger Mom Dorothy "Dot" Lyon. <br /><br /><br />.<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_EKLNJXbocw?si=IzLZ32Wm9JtsKyue" title="YouTube video player" width="420"></iframe></li></ol><div><br /></div><p></p><p><b><u>Books:</u></b></p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;">
<li><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Lets-Do-Birth-Music-History/dp/1639362509">LET'S DO IT</a> by Bob Stanley. </b>This was Stanley's prequel to his outstanding capsule history of rock ‘n’ roll (<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Yeah-Story-Music-Haley-Beyonc%C3%A9/dp/0393351688/ref=sr_1_1?crid=305UU1ZA1GS9F&keywords=bob+stanley&qid=1704825128&sprefix=bob+stanley%2Caps%2C87&sr=8-1">YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!</a>), wherein he writes with flair about both the famous (Sinatra, Peggy Lee, Gershwin, Ellington, Armstrong) and the forgotten (<a href="https://youtu.be/KPHdatLJTvI?si=pRXNIF-slwJsSwkU">Mystic Moods Orchestra</a>, <a href="https://youtu.be/0VdIMaeqkS4?si=BznR0cW8CZ9ThG0c">Jeri Southern</a>, <a href="https://youtu.be/gpl29bUlrOY?si=4C_spi49s1FcUHZx">Whispering Jack Smith</a>, <a href="https://youtu.be/3I12Wwc9qo4?si=aQmUAo20MjIV6mEk">Annette Hanshaw</a>) of the pre-war era. And Stanley gets Sinatra. <i>Really</i> gets him. "Frank Sinatra is the fulcrum of this book. He understood and assimilated much of what happened in the past, he dictated what would happen in the immediate future, and the various phases of his career - pin-up boy vocalist, album-oriented adult singer, late-period duets - are still a blueprint for artists in the twenty-first century...Technically - his pitch, his fluid phrasing - he could out-sing pretty much everyone, though it was when the flaws crept into his singing in the mid-1950s that things got really interesting." Spot on!<br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIPjUH-aXEwH_h5ax1Y0CQZLjiMa7O5NdZ_IEBeUSXdMnNI6nUvZB_k7CphGrH92_g2zcr_FN0llxnKiB7D8VeF-PSp0d3o9LO3dzQSHK2DGi_QePwYMt_2IsWk8P19i6fqSJF5hajd-P59XGZe_5GmnB_phQJxD5H37nRY1YYg_oACk5xV5xKw/s1500/LetsDoIt.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="949" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIPjUH-aXEwH_h5ax1Y0CQZLjiMa7O5NdZ_IEBeUSXdMnNI6nUvZB_k7CphGrH92_g2zcr_FN0llxnKiB7D8VeF-PSp0d3o9LO3dzQSHK2DGi_QePwYMt_2IsWk8P19i6fqSJF5hajd-P59XGZe_5GmnB_phQJxD5H37nRY1YYg_oACk5xV5xKw/s320/LetsDoIt.jpg" width="202" /></a></div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Monica-Daniel-Clowes/dp/1683968824/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1ITLVV6FMLDLS&keywords=monica&qid=1703953964&s=books&sprefix=monica%2Cstripbooks%2C69&sr=1-1"><br /></a></li><li><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Monica-Daniel-Clowes/dp/1683968824/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1ITLVV6FMLDLS&keywords=monica&qid=1703953964&s=books&sprefix=monica%2Cstripbooks%2C69&sr=1-1">MONICA</a></b>, the latest graphic head-scratcher novel from the always fascinating <b>Daniel Clowes</b>, America’s reigning cartoonist. Like the best of Hayao Miyazaki's Studio Ghibli films, Clowes' comics warrant return visits to unravel the many layers of meaning and detail in each panel..<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpsH5i0TJboF1RlqaaKv-WD_jD0CVgM0JRGuaWYkv9ModQcTTacurLPIeiJ6n0KzcfRtdkFgaQVbDT03f0CNhE5ASFA5kVG1ZAebrGDgHJzLmqaN1PgszY-IjNTLgbeGKfzK7f-pEX5pShgFsZtEchegPJcLVOoNV6zxjyJ2MW9rCzuoHA1jrLA/s257/MOnica.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="196" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpsH5i0TJboF1RlqaaKv-WD_jD0CVgM0JRGuaWYkv9ModQcTTacurLPIeiJ6n0KzcfRtdkFgaQVbDT03f0CNhE5ASFA5kVG1ZAebrGDgHJzLmqaN1PgszY-IjNTLgbeGKfzK7f-pEX5pShgFsZtEchegPJcLVOoNV6zxjyJ2MW9rCzuoHA1jrLA/s1600/MOnica.jpg" width="196" /></a></div><br /></li><li><b>Quentin Tarantino’s <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Cinema-Speculation-Quentin-Tarantino/dp/0063112582/ref=sr_1_1?crid=O06G5BYDBJCH&keywords=cinema+speculation&qid=1703953991&s=books&sprefix=cinema+speculation%2Cstripbooks%2C58&sr=1-1">CINEMA SPECULATION</a></b>. I’m not a Tarantino fanatic by any means, but I gotta give props to his film writing, especially about ‘70s cineplex fare. He was blessed with a boho mom and his mom’s cool Black boyfriend who took him to not-for-kids movies, everything from Euro arthouse and indie American features to Blaxploitation and Kung-Fu flicks. The influence on his subsequent hipster-populist career is telling.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7BoWzAOjnwLuMSepK1NcOUzs2983ETqzoVL6EgPO4k37hjH9ipf86b8_PL1GDnLka5tambhbmIeDjhmuCBHwMthDfHvid0We57iyyNFwTy1EjYJGbG19KK7yZEZgTrmLyfgjOMfxwA1DcWFBLmbG3kV_Bj1XuiSDaqKR8ERLMs4fkb5qjFpdZg/s445/Tarantino.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="296" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7BoWzAOjnwLuMSepK1NcOUzs2983ETqzoVL6EgPO4k37hjH9ipf86b8_PL1GDnLka5tambhbmIeDjhmuCBHwMthDfHvid0We57iyyNFwTy1EjYJGbG19KK7yZEZgTrmLyfgjOMfxwA1DcWFBLmbG3kV_Bj1XuiSDaqKR8ERLMs4fkb5qjFpdZg/s320/Tarantino.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /></li><li><b>Peter Biskind's <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Pandoras-Box-Greed-Upended-Television/dp/0062991663/ref=sr_1_1?crid=31D621FPV9YRD&keywords=pandora%27s+box&qid=1703954021&s=books&sprefix=pandora%27s+box%2Cstripbooks%2C58&sr=1-1">PANDORA'S BOX: How Guts, Guile, and Greed Upended TV</a></b>. Biskind is the master guide to the golden age of American independent filmmaking (<i>Easy Riders, Raging Bulls; Down and Dirty Pictures</i>) and in PANDORA’S BOX he turns his attention to the golden age of “<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Age_of_Television_(2000s%E2%80%93present)">Prestige/Peak Television</a>” and its unfortunate demise into today’s fodder: a return of cable and streaming platforms to commercial network TV’s “standards and procedures”, i.e., a dearth of freedom and imagination. Peak TV is now merely peaked: pale, wan and emaciated.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHONSkfiYhC8I6owbIzwNrJuJTZ7vv5KO311TCog4dLpik3cX6jJc-CpjNJmn_zSpzeL-KixKZd8Ej2oukTJprTumil1jbl_ylTWCQYYV1Zq2X94wi2uHZwNDey2v1SV2_QfFhHHn1v7RAOh4spCZReMoZVV7KJseLDFiBlLwXSu9YxnA33zkz_g/s445/Pandora'sBox.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="295" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHONSkfiYhC8I6owbIzwNrJuJTZ7vv5KO311TCog4dLpik3cX6jJc-CpjNJmn_zSpzeL-KixKZd8Ej2oukTJprTumil1jbl_ylTWCQYYV1Zq2X94wi2uHZwNDey2v1SV2_QfFhHHn1v7RAOh4spCZReMoZVV7KJseLDFiBlLwXSu9YxnA33zkz_g/s320/Pandora'sBox.jpg" width="212" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /></li><li><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/This-Was-Hollywood-Forgotten-Stories/dp/0762495863">THIS WAS HOLLYWOOD</a> by Carla Valderrama</b>. I love all the TCM film books that have come out recently and this one presents the most fascinating stories about the legends and forgotten stars of Hollywood (like <a href="https://ew.com/movies/puzzums-cat-hollywood-history/#:~:text=Silent%2Dcomedy%20producing%20mogul%20Mack,sisters%20were%20making%20as%20extras.">Puzzums</a>, "the cat who clawed his way to silver screen fame" and the only feline ever to sign a Hollywood contract), from its birth through its Golden Age. The LA-based Valderrama's prose is as slick as the photographs and imaginative layout that accompany it, and her jacket photo - showing her sporting heart-shaped glasses and a leopard-skin blouse - indicates she is trying to carry on the spirit of Hollywood glamour from its mythic-glory days.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hHU69nqmjdIcJts_eybvkZH9Q3ATTInZaf89XHgRXDPOqZClUIB8GeNT9rRorus-cZpT2AEj3NBdEnZFaBWwX2LPv3ri7AkaJoS197l7J_67NYe-meh3RA235r-WyLLUACSArjmCjdnhDJ45kW1LYAcqpSwDuCLU50zXJBwsy_olFO9noPjl8g/s1500/ThisWasHollywood.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1175" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hHU69nqmjdIcJts_eybvkZH9Q3ATTInZaf89XHgRXDPOqZClUIB8GeNT9rRorus-cZpT2AEj3NBdEnZFaBWwX2LPv3ri7AkaJoS197l7J_67NYe-meh3RA235r-WyLLUACSArjmCjdnhDJ45kW1LYAcqpSwDuCLU50zXJBwsy_olFO9noPjl8g/s320/ThisWasHollywood.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DtVDcVVhlBHzkIdhYKACsGttoo8NIVs2pOQjJSrPlnhv7ezaQJ9D9OEpDLToHEeBX9Eavutu-x4ZHH3DmhEKfK2bCGiujUeZdvm9PKfewFZem4G0gUI-GzInaxjnT4O-crCzdrvAOePHcko8YX-TT4B705bdTFXVVUFsef3DgF34Sb3rTjiOvw/s2287/CarlaValderrama.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2287" data-original-width="2163" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DtVDcVVhlBHzkIdhYKACsGttoo8NIVs2pOQjJSrPlnhv7ezaQJ9D9OEpDLToHEeBX9Eavutu-x4ZHH3DmhEKfK2bCGiujUeZdvm9PKfewFZem4G0gUI-GzInaxjnT4O-crCzdrvAOePHcko8YX-TT4B705bdTFXVVUFsef3DgF34Sb3rTjiOvw/s320/CarlaValderrama.jpg" width="303" /></a></div></li></ol><p><b><u><br /></u></b></p><p><b><u>Music:</u></b></p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><b>The Monuments' first-ever CD, <i><a href="https://mediamaxipad.blogspot.com/2023/11/stop-in-name-of-loving-monuments.html">Supreme</a></i></b><a href="https://mediamaxipad.blogspot.com/2023/11/stop-in-name-of-loving-monuments.html"> </a>(which is available to stream or purchase on CD from Bandcamp) was my favorite record of the year. Originally hailing from the Baltimore/Annapolis area, The Monuments have been working off and on for more than 40 years, but surprisingly, these are their first trax on wax. Though a number of players have come and gone over the years, the nucleus remains frontwoman Cindy Borchardt (Bobby Sox, The Beaters, Silver Birches) on vocals, William Sutherland (Judie's Fixation) on guitar and vocals, Russel Stone on guitar and vocals, and Jay Turner (Judie's Fixation, Tom Principato Band, Leah Simmons) on bass, with Richard King now providing the rock-steady beat on drums.<br /><br />As the title suggests, the single features two Supremes covers, "<a href="https://monumentz.bandcamp.com/track/stop-in-the-name-of-love">Stop! In the Name of Love</a>" and "<a href="https://monumentz.bandcamp.com/track/my-world-is-empty">My World Is Empty</a>," both written by Motown's hit songwriting team of Holland-Dozier-Holland. Many groups have covered the Motown songbook and countless female singers have tackled Diana Ross' vocal stylings, but Cindy Borchardt's pipes are more than up to the task. But what really makes The Monuments' covers a Supreme achievement is the arrangements. They retain Holland-Dozier-Holland's soulfulness, while the twin guitar attack of Stone and Sutherland add a hard-edged punk vibe to the classic soul melodies. But don't take my word for it, check them out for yourself at their Bandcamp page: <a href="http://monumentz.bandcamp.com">monumentz.bandcamp.com</a> (Yes, it's Monumentz spelled with a "z" because there are other bands using that name! Same deal with their email, it's TheMonumentz@gmail.com.)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MBbve_g1_O1hbumWcwvgc8kZd8hAGIXR2Fn7dD6KNhUtZM8yEo-82J1GbALP_ZEt8hBHPDAEUQYLYQ9D8KyukI0Ah2KC3nyhGt_fKCoscWseL9NgC0L0BwqFGekaMoF2IjrCaxdklwZQRSjvOC3iJbzV5o4mjPPKIaD4NbrueLzgXaZbXdmxMA/s320/Supreme%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MBbve_g1_O1hbumWcwvgc8kZd8hAGIXR2Fn7dD6KNhUtZM8yEo-82J1GbALP_ZEt8hBHPDAEUQYLYQ9D8KyukI0Ah2KC3nyhGt_fKCoscWseL9NgC0L0BwqFGekaMoF2IjrCaxdklwZQRSjvOC3iJbzV5o4mjPPKIaD4NbrueLzgXaZbXdmxMA/s1600/Supreme%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></li><li>It’s not new, but the <b><a href="https://www.sitasingstheblues.com/soundtrack">SITA SINGS THE BLUES soundtrack</a></b> (the movie is streaming on <a href="https://www.kanopy.com/en/prattlibrary/video/121572">Kanopy</a>) was my favorite musical discovery of the year, an unlikely but successful mix of Indian and 1920s jazz music. This film itself is about The Ramayana, an important text in Hindu mythology, and primarily focuses on Sita, an avatar of the goddess Lakshmi, who is married to Rama, an avatar of Vishnu.<br /><br />I discovered this amazing film after Amy came across an old 78 rpm record at her parent’s house by a “<b><a href="https://youtu.be/_coq8lVBor8?si=tQEOwC0-d1xMh5BU">Miss Annette Hanshaw</a></b>,” who apparently was famous for always ending her songs with her signature, “That’s all!” Curious, we Googled the name and immediately came across this movie directed, produced and animated by artist <b>Nina Paley</b> that cleverly juxtaposes Indian mythology and iconography with Annette Hanshaw's flapper-era blues songs. The art, story and soundtrack were an imaginative mix of East and West and how, now, ever the twain shall meet. Including Hanshaw's music led to copyright snafus, making this a hard soundtrack to come by. Oh, and Nina Paley was later "cancelled" for "cultural appropriation" (which is why she now labels herself: "Animator. Director. Artist. Scapegoat."). Tough biscuit, that. Regardless, click here to <a href="https://youtu.be/_coq8lVBor8?si=tQEOwC0-d1xMh5BU">hear</a> Annette Hanshaw's music.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZYyqObzVB2zMZdg4VsquzK_OhBMxaPGrc3QqaLIDwNqz6a2hAX1r_U3Q6GvVcW4NX0AEXd4el9wa96sNjNtkVonNtHN7rqywejHyUSXaa8x48cF4a0Pm_ik99ap-_Ueme3yLMUC9KiHytpmS6fIZdw-FqS02I40pfsJGEwYMExWeN-CaB4m8vQ/s288/AnnetteHanshaw.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="163" data-original-width="288" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZYyqObzVB2zMZdg4VsquzK_OhBMxaPGrc3QqaLIDwNqz6a2hAX1r_U3Q6GvVcW4NX0AEXd4el9wa96sNjNtkVonNtHN7rqywejHyUSXaa8x48cF4a0Pm_ik99ap-_Ueme3yLMUC9KiHytpmS6fIZdw-FqS02I40pfsJGEwYMExWeN-CaB4m8vQ/s1600/AnnetteHanshaw.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLVHXmNMIPZrPMPEZ4CiBgih70mYa7jshBvKoLBfXsJAMh78CrAs9jAdEzNd4N1xkq_at_Kkt6rG9qASPQz_FSUry9rNkFxDZEhcWsNf0bffptuEbos8N5PkBsaUXcC3J19dOfWpLObB0kBXi-aErpXSMs2az77SGrLFG619NUDCC9TqLJ9gX7A/s1500/SitaSings%20the%20Blues.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1057" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLVHXmNMIPZrPMPEZ4CiBgih70mYa7jshBvKoLBfXsJAMh78CrAs9jAdEzNd4N1xkq_at_Kkt6rG9qASPQz_FSUry9rNkFxDZEhcWsNf0bffptuEbos8N5PkBsaUXcC3J19dOfWpLObB0kBXi-aErpXSMs2az77SGrLFG619NUDCC9TqLJ9gX7A/s320/SitaSings%20the%20Blues.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /></li><li>Amy and I also<i> really</i> loved <b><a href="https://theroutesjp.bandcamp.com/album/reverberation-addict">The Routes’ REVERBERATION ADDICT</a></b>, wherein the Kyushu, Japan-based Anglo-Japanese garage band reimagined Buzzcocks' Singles Going Steady With Surf-Rock. Yes, twangy guitar versions of punk classics! The Routes also covered Kraftwerk’s canon - of all things! - quite successfully on <a href="https://theroutesjp.bandcamp.com/album/the-twang-machine">THE TWANG MACHINE</a>. Check 'em out at <a href="https://bandcamp.com/download?from=receipt&payment_id=975491660&sig=1195fe4d441f7a112346c4b3ed9eee52">Bandcamp</a>.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEK8RNzTgDUpCGXR-VRJiFrDDo1_TuTpVv2co_IfakeR5jxN5yWXEDOBB7o1MnBdWMWn0nb5hWxLFUMU5sBKQLLCVvXhDzXnOWnD1TrKF6S7XLIpkZhLRETNgzwpQ591pjc_bhK7WyKKFYLW43xYXmftuOob4EK67fu3Gh_g3p5YAJ2hd4YqCXw/s1200/Reveberation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEK8RNzTgDUpCGXR-VRJiFrDDo1_TuTpVv2co_IfakeR5jxN5yWXEDOBB7o1MnBdWMWn0nb5hWxLFUMU5sBKQLLCVvXhDzXnOWnD1TrKF6S7XLIpkZhLRETNgzwpQ591pjc_bhK7WyKKFYLW43xYXmftuOob4EK67fu3Gh_g3p5YAJ2hd4YqCXw/s320/Reveberation.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0LU5LmqG3oYGQmo39OAerQ31dkA_PxRJ1ukC2pQxYgw5MG9od8ubPiE945XTfgKqg7kOB3_y7HpElO1T4qxC-OE6TMajtV2UM7Uqz77lp7vQyLO-WuGdQMnJ1-XvKIFtoV_bktWeqs4D2CCkf2kTmmg4nwvUe1rY_CnhUPvIvXz5x4m6QnB_Pw/s700/Twang%20Machine.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0LU5LmqG3oYGQmo39OAerQ31dkA_PxRJ1ukC2pQxYgw5MG9od8ubPiE945XTfgKqg7kOB3_y7HpElO1T4qxC-OE6TMajtV2UM7Uqz77lp7vQyLO-WuGdQMnJ1-XvKIFtoV_bktWeqs4D2CCkf2kTmmg4nwvUe1rY_CnhUPvIvXz5x4m6QnB_Pw/s320/Twang%20Machine.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></li><li><b><a href="https://www.elemental-music.com/inicio/4727-sonny-stitt-boppin-in-baltimore-live-at-the-left-bank-.html">Sonny Stitt - BOPPIN' IN BALTIMORE</a></b>. Sonny Stitt was one of my dad's favorite sax players and this 2023 release by Zev Feldman for his Jazz Detective label shows why. Presented by the Left Bank Jazz Society, this two-disc set was recorded live on November 11, 1973 at The Famous Ballroom on North Charles Street at what is now The Charles Theater. Stitt never got his due compared to the "other Sonny" (Sonny Rollins), but here, backed by the stellar trio of pianist Kenny Barron, bassist Sam Jones, and drummer Louis Hayes, he more than makes his case that he is one of the greatest hard-bop stylists of all time.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2T0_Kw1IYixfMQLisz6lHMRVY_D6xnjiLBgY9_w_3s1IxRxYbGoFki4IAXlM9qmEzPbNsgDz43Cjhrk2ta96FaY_VcCeYQrh4y8gIEoAbYydmkTJC5jsLScd7r_CGqh8NdDGblBe_r4CYuA5i5tTVIrBbUgZ6uq2cIje93IFW5wUtHxKZ2oK_2Q/s492/SonnyStittBoppin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="381" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2T0_Kw1IYixfMQLisz6lHMRVY_D6xnjiLBgY9_w_3s1IxRxYbGoFki4IAXlM9qmEzPbNsgDz43Cjhrk2ta96FaY_VcCeYQrh4y8gIEoAbYydmkTJC5jsLScd7r_CGqh8NdDGblBe_r4CYuA5i5tTVIrBbUgZ6uq2cIje93IFW5wUtHxKZ2oK_2Q/s320/SonnyStittBoppin.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><a href="https://www.saintetiennedisco.com/compileb.html"><br /><br /></a></li><li><b><a href="https://www.saintetiennedisco.com/compileb.html">Bob Stanley & Pete Wiggs' Ace Records compilations</a>.</b> Bob Stanley and Pete Wiggs are not just members of the UK indie-pop group St. Etienne, but also avid record collectors, DJs, pub pop-quiz curators and, notably in Stanley's case, authors. And, thankfully, their tastes are exquisite. I especially liked their '80s synth-pop <b><a href="https://acerecords.co.uk/bob-stanley-pete-wiggs-present-the-tears-of-technology-1">THE TEARS OF TECHNOLOGY</a></b> compilation. As they write in the liner notes, "Like mellotrons before them, synthesizers could project a strange and deep emotion - something in the wiring had an inherent melancholy. Previous generations had often disparaged synths as dehumanising machines but, at the turn of the '80s, a new crop of musicians appeared who could coax them into creating modern and decidely moving music. It was almost as if these groups had set out to prove the doubters wrong." Well said, lads!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfojfWPzi1YwqGGuGTFezFQHPumivuDzksQVfD062xF5LpRTFsUJaR6kxWyZM4dsVJ7ov3njlNXUwko9cSvtl_ZYqb57F_jR4oszSAD7i-6T3BW0beFAbADchc_3zZMN7yGqr8j-N8yQmOtXadaNnNXpveWcKBQpbDHN66ulj-aXrnhyphenhypheny1AOe4fA/s550/Tears.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="550" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfojfWPzi1YwqGGuGTFezFQHPumivuDzksQVfD062xF5LpRTFsUJaR6kxWyZM4dsVJ7ov3njlNXUwko9cSvtl_ZYqb57F_jR4oszSAD7i-6T3BW0beFAbADchc_3zZMN7yGqr8j-N8yQmOtXadaNnNXpveWcKBQpbDHN66ulj-aXrnhyphenhypheny1AOe4fA/s320/Tears.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></li></ol>Standouts tracks here include the lovely cascading synths on China Crisis' opener "Jean Walks in Fresh Field," Turquoise Days' "Grey Skies," Oppenheimer (<i>him again!</i>) Analysis' "Behind the Shades," and, as always John Foxx, the synth-pop pioneer himself, with "An Evening in the Rain" from 1981's <i>The Garden</i>. Oh, and I discovered Electronic Circus, the band formed by former Tubeway Army synth-player (and co-writer of Visage's "Fade To Grey") Chris Payne. Their lone single "<a href="https://youtu.be/8NunDYtuN8c?si=sJK9akMnXa3HF2en">Direct Lines</a>" features the lovely Siouxsie Sioux-styled vocals of Penny Heathcote (ex-The Corvettes; see her "<a href="https://youtu.be/uN2c0zOkh2Y?si=5mEwel9qGnW44tAJ">Love To Hate You</a>" single). These artists rub elbows with the usual (and more familiar) suspects here: The Human League, OMD, Simple Minds, Soft Cell and even your friendly neighborhood folk-punk with a synth, Patrik Fitzgerald.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>And I also really dug the boys' <b><a href="https://acerecords.co.uk/fell-from-the-sun-1">FELL FROM THE SUN</a></b>, which gathers the best of the 98bpm records that sound-tracked the summer of 1990. As the authors explain, "1990 and '91 brought a host of records that were made to accompany the sunrise; they slowed the pace on the dancefloor itself, right down to 98bpm. Woozy and hypnotic, this was the perfect post-club soundtrack." Well, I never was a raver, so this is an introduction to me of what I missed. It's pretty chill, the note-perfect soothing accompaniment for my nerve-wracking commutes to work on the Jones Falls Expressway. Highlights include Primal Scream's "Higher Than the Sun," Q-Tee & History's "Africa" (Ya-Ya!), The Grid's "Floating," and The Aloof's "<a href="https://youtu.be/mNY31fdkdkQ?si=aCiTpmCGX8rNharE">Never Get Out of the Boat</a>" (Flying Mix) with its <a href="https://youtu.be/_4dFDBYWuTc?si=RvUsAu3BOiZUaf58">Martin Sheen/<i>Apocalypse Now</i></a> sample, which goes all the way (absolutely goddamn right!).<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bCuQlqfI16T7gbKct92mUFXFdLtPNOr2bwts8SWlso21Q3g8j7DJTdKXir9Gv0bI9aNM3n5a8LezcpDQ2aQbTllEj2bZH2BGdwxSCH_PyInhUXtSp2S5XLDzxBHyf9Bwvm9AD9dLCTutoziDOaR0FJPB8hG650My_nXtLXkzh9W_nrK2dA3TfQ/s700/FellFromSun.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bCuQlqfI16T7gbKct92mUFXFdLtPNOr2bwts8SWlso21Q3g8j7DJTdKXir9Gv0bI9aNM3n5a8LezcpDQ2aQbTllEj2bZH2BGdwxSCH_PyInhUXtSp2S5XLDzxBHyf9Bwvm9AD9dLCTutoziDOaR0FJPB8hG650My_nXtLXkzh9W_nrK2dA3TfQ/s320/FellFromSun.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><p><br /></p><p>But wait, there's more! I'm looking forward in the new year to Bob Stanley's' latest playlist, <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Fantastic-Voyage-European-1977-1981-Various/dp/B0CNY47F3V/ref=sr_1_1?crid=30GH6L35SH9FP&keywords=fantastic+voyage&qid=1703875361&s=music&sprefix=fantastic+voyage%2Cpopular%2C71&sr=1-1">Fantastic Voyage New Sounds For The European Canon 1977-198</a>1 - </i>this time collaborating with the BFI'<i>s </i>Jason Wood<i> - </i>which drops January 26 (this is definitely an early birthday present to myself!). And Stanley's newest book, <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Story-Bee-Gees-Children-World/dp/1639365532/ref=sr_1_3?crid=1CEBF3X8OPGIU&keywords=bob+stanley&qid=1703875249&s=books&sprefix=bob+stanley%2Cstripbooks%2C56&sr=1-3">The Story of the Bee Gees: Children of the World</a></i>, crosses the pond to our shores on February 6, 2024!</p><p>But wait, there's STILL more! I'd be remiss not to mention my wunnerful Christmas gift from Amy, which is a hybrid of text, images and sounds: </p><p><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Punk-New-Wave-Covers-Perpetural-Calendar/dp/3946688632">The Art of Punk & New-Wave Covers</a>: </b>It's a flip calendar that lets you scan Spotify codes to play each album displayed! My birthday is the first, self-titled <i>Psychedelic Furs</i> album, and Amy's is the Talking Heads' M<i>ore Songs About Buildings and Food</i>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiXkpLDt4CV1XjThUcl0KRrT2p4KDOH1kW3Y1ZIB17wmC7y-_NZlHdn_IT6BVjVa48xWao6KgRcH0jX9kkBG1chtI4aulN3gZjtP3TJJ-iEUgfFyrO28haajRmkJmedyfbj-BY3B3mDrP7-hLOf-d6Itsj8RoKXYBog_B7nqkZ04JQEEbyPRw9Lw/s350/PunkCalendarFinal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="229" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiXkpLDt4CV1XjThUcl0KRrT2p4KDOH1kW3Y1ZIB17wmC7y-_NZlHdn_IT6BVjVa48xWao6KgRcH0jX9kkBG1chtI4aulN3gZjtP3TJJ-iEUgfFyrO28haajRmkJmedyfbj-BY3B3mDrP7-hLOf-d6Itsj8RoKXYBog_B7nqkZ04JQEEbyPRw9Lw/s320/PunkCalendarFinal.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><b><u>Radio:</u></b></p><p>Our favorite jock, the legendary Weasel, was canned, so we tuned out WTMD (though we still like old-timer Bob the Paper Guy and Don "Donzo" Gold's playlists) and turned in mourning to internet radio for salvation: </p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><b>Robbie White’s “Forbidden Alliance”</b> Sunday mornings 9 am-12pm on WOWD (94.3 FM) features the best shout-outs to the heritage of local heroes from the Balto-Washington area, especially The Slickee Boys and their spin-off bands. Robbie's special guests are equally outstanding, like his interview with Jeff Krulik about old music venues like Adam Morgan's Ambassador Theater (Jimi Hendrix played there in 1967!) and DC's heralded lineage of guitar greats like Danny Gatton, Roy Buchanan and Roy Clark. And, as always, his year-end Christmas Special with Chick Veditz (and sometimes LesLee Anderson!) is something we Marble Bar alumni always look forward to.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHOEc-unAkzknD8sjwCpvCU-sPg-ccM9H3xJkQkkjOeD5I4tqHk77UJDumv6ieVUkM7NaWIPTZ8K_WVfUX_52K-aDHef_ZW3OCm2xyApgjnXAXPFuFcNIZfK9Em5yeFk3SusnE8PSsBu9SaVPkZxITjwswRHRZXT23iWZB4VD-Ojc0yty9BuLXdw/s1600/ChickLesLeeKim.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHOEc-unAkzknD8sjwCpvCU-sPg-ccM9H3xJkQkkjOeD5I4tqHk77UJDumv6ieVUkM7NaWIPTZ8K_WVfUX_52K-aDHef_ZW3OCm2xyApgjnXAXPFuFcNIZfK9Em5yeFk3SusnE8PSsBu9SaVPkZxITjwswRHRZXT23iWZB4VD-Ojc0yty9BuLXdw/s320/ChickLesLeeKim.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robbie White (middle) flanked by Slickee Kim Kane, Chick Veditz, LesLee Anderson and Weasel!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></li><li><b>Skizz Cyzyk’s “Point Me At the Sky”</b> every other Tuesday morning 9-12 on Radio Plastique (download the app now!). Skizz has heard it all, owns it all, and plays it all. I discovered he was a Neil Young fan thanks to one of his eclectic playlists (I never knew!). And, naturally, he already knew all about The Routes and played the heck outta 'em on his show!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQ06Cy60T6U-Np7JaYCT9T5sc2Okrt6cG2dOFjBipj1yaHi6gs3oGhxrkP3T9gdTB-xuNT56ptfd1h7o3390xWWKMB5VLobKHYNGxWZeDpG4OykfjDkQJK6ZBLb67hPQTQHyJbVRf7dzr14VWHv_v3pswsxZJllW2vc2T0qdU5UCaqly3U2uY3A/s600/Point.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQ06Cy60T6U-Np7JaYCT9T5sc2Okrt6cG2dOFjBipj1yaHi6gs3oGhxrkP3T9gdTB-xuNT56ptfd1h7o3390xWWKMB5VLobKHYNGxWZeDpG4OykfjDkQJK6ZBLb67hPQTQHyJbVRf7dzr14VWHv_v3pswsxZJllW2vc2T0qdU5UCaqly3U2uY3A/s320/Point.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></li><li>OK, it's regular old transmission radio, but I have to mention another Tuesday show that tickled my toes in 2023, <b><a href="https://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2022/03/a-stinch-in-time-saves-music-minds.html">Charlie Stinchcombe's "Psyched Out"</a> S</b>ixties-psych-garage<b> </b>program 8-10 pm on WKHS (90.5 FM). WKHS' strong signal broadcasts all the way over the Bay from Kent County High School ("The Voice of the KCHS Trojans") in Worton, MD, where Charlie also hosts a Doo-Wop show from 6-8 pm every Tuesday night. With tens of thousands of rare records in his arsenal, Charlie is truly the Gandalf of the Grooves, and every week I discover a new obscure '60s band or song I've never heard of before.</li></ol><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDg6q2NazKSlpJZOtf27IDxJpc76fICSdvX9KZcb74n86wG8Bf1BZCR9ahyphenhyphen8BS4R3sZrcZaJo9unS-_YmUvjSRzEHph7QgSY2SVI3HVyOhn5p6VXrH7siATFnlHjsjC6N8cYsfiqgpKYXX06_VLrFuxLOLXgxcPr8rqx9NWIn0oS-OTmUqI_ksVw/s320/Charlie%20Stinchcomb.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="239" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDg6q2NazKSlpJZOtf27IDxJpc76fICSdvX9KZcb74n86wG8Bf1BZCR9ahyphenhyphen8BS4R3sZrcZaJo9unS-_YmUvjSRzEHph7QgSY2SVI3HVyOhn5p6VXrH7siATFnlHjsjC6N8cYsfiqgpKYXX06_VLrFuxLOLXgxcPr8rqx9NWIn0oS-OTmUqI_ksVw/s1600/Charlie%20Stinchcomb.jpg" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charlie Stinchcombe, host of "Psyched Out"</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><u><div><b><u><br /></u></b></div>Thrift Stores:</u></b></div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Goodwill Super Store</b>, 7928 Eastern Avenue in Dundalk brought me more joy than any other second-hand store I visited in 2023. Amy found several stylish outfits there, while I scored some hidden treasure of my own. I never owned ANY Crack the Sky albums until I spotted <b>CRACK ADDICT: THE BEST OF CRACK THE SKY </b>there for $2. It's the perfect intro for a Tommy-come-lately neophyte like me, and it's been on heavy rotation on the car stereo ever since. Nothin' but the best, later for the rest!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJAZpYPk-aRl4EN0Yqp4mzc0wVE3QQGEv8C9d2kIRM2BiQ1deFeW-EFRTBtNPNiJXHT5sZZFTIxf67iRU9Jll7LbHhYdW7GFTcFV1cB-MIaMfX1ZCNqb2H7lNWCXX-Hj_klzpixkJn0UWeozopUMcCti7ZapTV1_1xCMkB6rpZSCslmy4-WGBUg/s599/CrackAddict.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="598" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJAZpYPk-aRl4EN0Yqp4mzc0wVE3QQGEv8C9d2kIRM2BiQ1deFeW-EFRTBtNPNiJXHT5sZZFTIxf67iRU9Jll7LbHhYdW7GFTcFV1cB-MIaMfX1ZCNqb2H7lNWCXX-Hj_klzpixkJn0UWeozopUMcCti7ZapTV1_1xCMkB6rpZSCslmy4-WGBUg/s320/CrackAddict.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>The next week I picked up the <b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Cartoons-That-Time-Forgot-Beuren/dp/6305269149">CARTOONS THAT TIME FORGOT: FROM THE VAN BEUREN STUDIO</a></b> for $2, a DVD that lists for up to $138 used on Amazon! While far from great, these early pre-Code 'toons, featuring Molly Moo-Cow, Toonnerville Trolley, and other unknowns, are seldom seen today (though to his credit, Pee-Wee Herman used to feature them regularly on his Saturday morning TV show) but are a real kick to a cinephile like me. New York's Van Beuren Studios were rivals to Walt Disney back in the day, mainly thanks to animator Paul Terry (<i>Mighty Mouse, Heck & Jeckyl</i>)'s "Aesop Fables" series, and it's fun to watch these early forays into animation before the studios found their legs and their brand.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTbXuOPwTVOwoJ5T71BNCEcuSVx3XlBubL8kIHr9l0Mz4sQ6Uix4qHJA0d6t4ZP2EeP5GczKm92J3oI-W_Bvu9nrJHpcKZ0RRnK7lThGG5XS5eiIyLb37mt65L9FBewIF5w2Tb86n2f44Y2flc3-H-Qg3acmvXjwRsJJUb5Jz9gCkXKQ9eme0Mw/s475/VanBeuren.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="337" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTbXuOPwTVOwoJ5T71BNCEcuSVx3XlBubL8kIHr9l0Mz4sQ6Uix4qHJA0d6t4ZP2EeP5GczKm92J3oI-W_Bvu9nrJHpcKZ0RRnK7lThGG5XS5eiIyLb37mt65L9FBewIF5w2Tb86n2f44Y2flc3-H-Qg3acmvXjwRsJJUb5Jz9gCkXKQ9eme0Mw/s320/VanBeuren.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><b><u>Record Shows:</u></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Amy and I enjoyed the two big Baltimore record shows throughout the year: the bi-monthly <b>Baltimore Record Bazaar </b>held at Peabody Heights Brewery in Waverly and the <b>Arbutus Record Show</b>, held on the third Sunday of each month at the Arbutus Volunteer Fire Dept. Hall. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJAXMuZ1-VDbtUpmYj9QYZoTtQexZMePZK53BENfw4n-ea5Fh8f3tbJ1lVTY2NoIZ01bgYmGWv0kt8kMvKFIo86-aDc7FvZMZlPpP9_EXoNT_E93rmKcc3ArG9RgikPw4FV0t8sOO-1Vi3DVsKwRkSW1cnLjxhjvxnJXvXA7tKavTfelh2MEX34Q/s251/BRB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="201" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJAXMuZ1-VDbtUpmYj9QYZoTtQexZMePZK53BENfw4n-ea5Fh8f3tbJ1lVTY2NoIZ01bgYmGWv0kt8kMvKFIo86-aDc7FvZMZlPpP9_EXoNT_E93rmKcc3ArG9RgikPw4FV0t8sOO-1Vi3DVsKwRkSW1cnLjxhjvxnJXvXA7tKavTfelh2MEX34Q/s1600/BRB.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFI6crzm9DbuFwqppwsL3BW3T2xhYoCZuv_F17VWMHYsZDa7V3A7iTPjQppFdxdrCrl6rBXrIjcAbAG0cw5O6Us-f2-WfJSeBD_06jfhZjMNStMsISTzksyGJNo-HA0hXZbtv0OsQkmvrYRM38F4TbMX8QUXSAH59BYvjJ9qrNhXc_0UnQSRpOg/s1268/arbutus-record-show-2023-logo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1268" data-original-width="881" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFI6crzm9DbuFwqppwsL3BW3T2xhYoCZuv_F17VWMHYsZDa7V3A7iTPjQppFdxdrCrl6rBXrIjcAbAG0cw5O6Us-f2-WfJSeBD_06jfhZjMNStMsISTzksyGJNo-HA0hXZbtv0OsQkmvrYRM38F4TbMX8QUXSAH59BYvjJ9qrNhXc_0UnQSRpOg/s320/arbutus-record-show-2023-logo.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>They're both fun, but we tend to find better wares at the Arbutus record show, where our favorite dealer is prog-meister <b>Bill "Thought You Couldn't Find It" Martin</b> (billhatman@gmail.com, discogs id: billhatman - send him your want list!). His CDs and LPs aren't cheap, but they are reasonable given their hard-to-find nature and, after all, you gets what you pays for! Sign of quality? He had a lot of Gong (which I never see ANYWHERE!), NRBQ, Krautrock and (personal faves) rare Byrds CDs, like the wonderful Gene Clark import AMERICAN DREAMER.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjELKeJQFoqz4nX5TLxLHReHHaLDZVHERdJi1KzTGPQ1Q8tGcT6hLA9-0GpHe9WvgbPQN-ikNRUqxdZmWzxH1ApUXLAJoEhu0YV3KAh89FhG9kMZmQLunnbwsRO-Bx2p_nY0WIsyTeaBIrE132orSwsu0FuaSuaw_Gq5YBv6ueOpwVRLA6v9wXh-w/s245/BillMartin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="245" data-original-width="242" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjELKeJQFoqz4nX5TLxLHReHHaLDZVHERdJi1KzTGPQ1Q8tGcT6hLA9-0GpHe9WvgbPQN-ikNRUqxdZmWzxH1ApUXLAJoEhu0YV3KAh89FhG9kMZmQLunnbwsRO-Bx2p_nY0WIsyTeaBIrE132orSwsu0FuaSuaw_Gq5YBv6ueOpwVRLA6v9wXh-w/s1600/BillMartin.jpg" width="242" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dealer Bill Martin: The Man in the Hat</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>That said, we did find some good wares at the Baltimore Record Bazaar, too. For example, Amy scored an ultra-rare copy of Kraftwerk's <a href="https://youtu.be/8bA1vMmuVGc?si=SGRvLGVr5SUJEBmA">ELECTRIC CAFE</a> CD for a song. Thanks to Ralf Hutter's obsessive revisionism that seeks to erase their analog catalog years, old Kraftwerk albums are extremely hard to find these days and, while this one is considered a low-water mark in the Dusseldorf boys discography, ELECTRIC CAFE is easily our favorite (and funniest - if you can imagine Kraftwerk being humorous) album.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, at a March Peabody Heights BRB, I spotted 2 Katatonix LPs, ALL SOLD OUT (1988) and this ultra rare signed-by-the-band copy of the long out-of-print DIVINE MISSION (1984). I had the original, so I passed on the $75 sticker price, but it was fun to look at the doodles on the sleeve.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQLRRlI-KFlqw0uNpjqcu2cS6PvFqh9q7HXUQJ4AMuSt6Z1SACVBUs9lnQTXCNQkybto-zqs1qMN77iybVrmpkxoYap3qK35dtWgMniY58c7H-Aw7Jh0ow0bxnCjkvyqAGURakB9_Wbm8OoHsPyCoXTXRsvA45fMb2k0kvUi1oe7cXji_baWezw/s676/KatsRecordBazaar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="676" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQLRRlI-KFlqw0uNpjqcu2cS6PvFqh9q7HXUQJ4AMuSt6Z1SACVBUs9lnQTXCNQkybto-zqs1qMN77iybVrmpkxoYap3qK35dtWgMniY58c7H-Aw7Jh0ow0bxnCjkvyqAGURakB9_Wbm8OoHsPyCoXTXRsvA45fMb2k0kvUi1oe7cXji_baWezw/s320/KatsRecordBazaar.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div> Amy also found yet another <b>Mark Harp</b> 12-inch there that day ("Boring Holes") and the dealer asked her if she knew Mark: "Know him? I was <i>married</i> to him!"</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5owwRyrJ8sDk-M2lgcNZcF_GwY5jckLtAB4TL6UqdteFJ0zmcOwzkH4UOLLL6gUBlCdzbOhl77qr6R15qo_KcD5sz6tGMV6CKvoe0B6MVfQjuZdYFkE2UmF6-A4gbhntE-BFM8lpyuYF3NofrPsiRan6_hUBSU0GXUx1EMCQWNv583UPGQIQ74Q/s600/RecordShow3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5owwRyrJ8sDk-M2lgcNZcF_GwY5jckLtAB4TL6UqdteFJ0zmcOwzkH4UOLLL6gUBlCdzbOhl77qr6R15qo_KcD5sz6tGMV6CKvoe0B6MVfQjuZdYFkE2UmF6-A4gbhntE-BFM8lpyuYF3NofrPsiRan6_hUBSU0GXUx1EMCQWNv583UPGQIQ74Q/s320/RecordShow3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>And at a May Peabody Heights record show, I got a great deal on some <b>SoulJazz Punk 45</b> CDs from an Everton FC fan who kept me clued to the day's EPL Championship Sunday scores. Next door at <b>Normal's Books & Music</b>, the day's scores continued when I found Eric Idle and Neil Innes' <i>Rutland Times</i> LP, plus Malcolm McLaren's <i>Madam Butterfly</i> 12-incher (featuring Towson High grad Genie Vincent on the cover!), another rare Gruppo Sportivo record (albeit not as great as <i>Mistakes</i>), and a coveted (for Rundgren record runts like me) used copy of Paul Myers' <i>A Wizard A True Star: Todd Rundgren in the Studio</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0IplMGgdwg4_6YmqXuj9MbJaBNLggE5c_eV9MX9Z0wldDf92GdeUkNF-gM60_tusVZt8C1qBMQK7mDcrS2Lyc9ndZ9u5vx29fx5-K1nD_rXmfN0VxSCyb4uVUO_IRwtVcCMBI_OVlWWE7Nbe6pA-XkGtLWH0l7vywFtqgo7YmvmpxwAEcEnbCg/s600/RecordShow1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0IplMGgdwg4_6YmqXuj9MbJaBNLggE5c_eV9MX9Z0wldDf92GdeUkNF-gM60_tusVZt8C1qBMQK7mDcrS2Lyc9ndZ9u5vx29fx5-K1nD_rXmfN0VxSCyb4uVUO_IRwtVcCMBI_OVlWWE7Nbe6pA-XkGtLWH0l7vywFtqgo7YmvmpxwAEcEnbCg/s320/RecordShow1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><b><u>Postcards:</u></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Amy got me involved with <a href="https://www.postcrossing.com/">Postcrossings</a>, wherein one sends and receives postcards to postcard lovers arund the world. While I'm nowhere near her tallies, I did receive some really cool postcards, especially from Japan! These were two of my favorites:</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNugos74MVExjnoE_a5pzQYLzeW-G5Li8OOCNJL6h5ctsMoooW919NSVPKZVXv5axnrvOJICtKjICNnFVlG_HHKqtaNViy60DqT48lPJ6tOrCzvI1XDTfM1VDwXYQqDAaUOi3XeUPIdStt186KJoTX0QkvCNGDQbSAQwY-db7e9791YEJZK0ND3g/s3750/20240107_132313.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2707" data-original-width="3750" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNugos74MVExjnoE_a5pzQYLzeW-G5Li8OOCNJL6h5ctsMoooW919NSVPKZVXv5axnrvOJICtKjICNnFVlG_HHKqtaNViy60DqT48lPJ6tOrCzvI1XDTfM1VDwXYQqDAaUOi3XeUPIdStt186KJoTX0QkvCNGDQbSAQwY-db7e9791YEJZK0ND3g/s320/20240107_132313.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The guy who sent this card loves Blade Runner, Ozu & Queen - a kindred soul!</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0vKlnAs90slG8mYQ5tDm9rUxtSV8XntS8xMX3JUct3JLWI20_GcC-glnZphXvcbvZ-8ib-wwRNLUqjX7lhVozdOu934C_a6OpRQ3_uYj0mdPx9ChJuSwPzcVSPLvkIzj-cDklJxBfF-pbJd_Rp49mUqAhkAJducF26nQmg3FQS9C33FZHrLczg/s3788/20240107_132705.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2546" data-original-width="3788" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0vKlnAs90slG8mYQ5tDm9rUxtSV8XntS8xMX3JUct3JLWI20_GcC-glnZphXvcbvZ-8ib-wwRNLUqjX7lhVozdOu934C_a6OpRQ3_uYj0mdPx9ChJuSwPzcVSPLvkIzj-cDklJxBfF-pbJd_Rp49mUqAhkAJducF26nQmg3FQS9C33FZHrLczg/s320/20240107_132705.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This card was from a fellow Astroboy fan!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>And I'd be remiss not to mention the wonderful Viv Stanshall postcard I received from Amy for my birthday!:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3gAI6Hw81lmeFhEsE8VfIZAr45fqs2NSLndLTn9l-ItRhlyQMmEh_uvIYMvPdgBpeQJhRB-oA5duYkqFNSDCcz9tUUzGNY9LmrzNSLRQGo3LjwjssdQgHTbh5yffiQRkhqNPwgooRYz60Ccj4Zfkwj9PyxwEi_OTGI5g0514_0qEudV85HpFwg/s3621/20240107_132421.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2324" data-original-width="3621" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3gAI6Hw81lmeFhEsE8VfIZAr45fqs2NSLndLTn9l-ItRhlyQMmEh_uvIYMvPdgBpeQJhRB-oA5duYkqFNSDCcz9tUUzGNY9LmrzNSLRQGo3LjwjssdQgHTbh5yffiQRkhqNPwgooRYz60Ccj4Zfkwj9PyxwEi_OTGI5g0514_0qEudV85HpFwg/s320/20240107_132421.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><u>Digital Music:</u></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing made me happier in 2023 than this unexpected treasure I received from <b>Robyn Webb</b> at Thanksgiving: all the tunes and spoken word tales a <b>Bonzo Dog Band</b> and <b>Vivian Stanshall</b> fan could ask for on one thumb drive! Thanks are given, Robyn!</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRDCoE83a4huf_JiO_mPZ5LWCf3nQjokMfQ5eonLBCZYXjfh_cJzhgTAfvBP8JDuBPJfsT2dS66ZY6w8hfswucDxJLJCDt_eg2u0kAX6Vlj_lhpUIrnlIT4LK9cFRsUu6tUwOo7dL1oFHvvs9p2dnTEIz8iC_CSh9-AMH296ZhyejvF9zzOAslg/s3000/20240107_130125.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2340" data-original-width="3000" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRDCoE83a4huf_JiO_mPZ5LWCf3nQjokMfQ5eonLBCZYXjfh_cJzhgTAfvBP8JDuBPJfsT2dS66ZY6w8hfswucDxJLJCDt_eg2u0kAX6Vlj_lhpUIrnlIT4LK9cFRsUu6tUwOo7dL1oFHvvs9p2dnTEIz8iC_CSh9-AMH296ZhyejvF9zzOAslg/s320/20240107_130125.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thumb drive by Robyn Webb; thumbs by Tom Warner</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-36512030717704848532023-07-19T11:58:00.004-04:002023-07-21T09:07:16.843-04:00 Chris Jensen, 1956-2023<p><b>Rest in Peace</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkO6fhUprHxWpbC7R2_vrTGjld_fjJ6rZQOBxDmYRjREQMRK0016_UEH-T9oOJios5HtRlEWve1F0-a3SAfhO0jLhYnfKo3CaJHsaL4IFIW9J2pBsENcAzb3lL2VGGGF3zVXmkooazfdJqq_zPQMPGxSAlTAmFbxAEk7A-rucY3DjOS2hDlP2d3w/s768/Chris-with-glasses-768x576.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkO6fhUprHxWpbC7R2_vrTGjld_fjJ6rZQOBxDmYRjREQMRK0016_UEH-T9oOJios5HtRlEWve1F0-a3SAfhO0jLhYnfKo3CaJHsaL4IFIW9J2pBsENcAzb3lL2VGGGF3zVXmkooazfdJqq_zPQMPGxSAlTAmFbxAEk7A-rucY3DjOS2hDlP2d3w/s320/Chris-with-glasses-768x576.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>(July 15, 2023) - Saddened and shocked to hear the news that <b>Christopher Jensen</b> has died. A true Baltimore character, Chris was a multi-talented guy - a working class hero and craftsman beloved by arty bohemians and blue-collar tradesmen alike. (Be sure to check out <i><a href="https://vimeo.com/323248149">The Tradesmen</a></i>, the documentary by his filmmaker cousin Richard Yeagley that features Chris hard at work plying his trade!)</p><p>He was essential OG crew for early Atomic TV (along with <b>Kelly Conway, Melissa Darwin</b> and <b>Todd Stachowski</b>) – a guy who not only could hold the camera while <b>Scott Huffines</b> and I made asses of ourselves, but actually keep it in focus. He was a total pro and (like <b>Adolf Kowalski</b> and <b>Dave Wilcox</b>), a big, charismatic personality, the likes of which we'll never see again. He was very self-deprecating, as reflected in his humor. One needed only to see the Jensen Plumbing van pull up on the street with its Tom Chalkley-designed cartoon of a wrench-clutching plumber bending over to show off his butt crack with the slogan "Your Poop Is My Bread and Butter" to realize that this was not your dad's Roto-Rooter Man! All Jensen Plumbing memorabilia - the business cards, the refrigerator magnets, the t-shirts (I wish I still had my "Your Poop Is My Bread and Butter" shirt!) were and are collector's items, especially the Christmas cards he had specially made by his artist pal Tom Chalkley.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYgKvrk8kaerk4IWBjTSJjQOWddWC2Q9cjDq9LmPd96cQHc8bHUS3EBta5xTuKBWVqTFoDuyh8x_m2_zQgxlcr9QmcUIBS2ATrNZOMf1ITGVT7DfltlabzfvV1ucRzTiUc7HZsKXfqBqpARdL67VwWPoVGtD744IPgr2GfE7dbu5ZRGI1v4U8PXA/s1024/Chris-Jensen-Plumber-Logo-738x1024.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="738" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYgKvrk8kaerk4IWBjTSJjQOWddWC2Q9cjDq9LmPd96cQHc8bHUS3EBta5xTuKBWVqTFoDuyh8x_m2_zQgxlcr9QmcUIBS2ATrNZOMf1ITGVT7DfltlabzfvV1ucRzTiUc7HZsKXfqBqpARdL67VwWPoVGtD744IPgr2GfE7dbu5ZRGI1v4U8PXA/s320/Chris-Jensen-Plumber-Logo-738x1024.jpg" width="231" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Jensen Plumbing Man (art by Tom Chalkley)</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Everything I know about camerawork I learned from the self-trained Chris, and I used to edit titles in his basement where he had a very effective, old school analog setup (two Panasonic S-VHS AG-1970s! I gave him one of mine when his died, as Chris was an avid fan of "cuts-only" editing, even when he upgraded to fancy digital software), the same setup he used to edit <b>Laure Drogoul</b>'s 14Karat Cabaret TV show with her (he also did camerawork for her because he loved crazy Art and Music of any sort!).</p><p>Good lord the man loved his art. Every time he did a plumbing job for me, he was willing to trade his time for art – he especially craved the framed R. Crumb “Tommy Toilet” poster I had hanging in the Porcelain Palace and the Yellow Submarine Toilet Seat an obsessive library fan gave me when I got married. I wish I had given them to him now.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCpap_5z_C_X3Z4YsC5_6DJauMZhQ7q9omDBGYMBEej9m_MXfcMe_bbBvy0uyxFILcOIrpwgOxuGW-vWetR8npxAG-mQ05Tk9bkXJKjjIwXG3TTZSv2_Ne826X_GTLLZo8VUOfW9h003K4xBnVoPRZN8-7Z1Y00n6uyb1yG37Oti57uwpWa-QPA/s2048/TommyToilet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCpap_5z_C_X3Z4YsC5_6DJauMZhQ7q9omDBGYMBEej9m_MXfcMe_bbBvy0uyxFILcOIrpwgOxuGW-vWetR8npxAG-mQ05Tk9bkXJKjjIwXG3TTZSv2_Ne826X_GTLLZo8VUOfW9h003K4xBnVoPRZN8-7Z1Y00n6uyb1yG37Oti57uwpWa-QPA/s320/TommyToilet.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLbz4SSS1-M6OBTFW7cCEs_6_i-yMoS1deXj46jHzyEX3KxPC337xcmOZOfOAWw8_l6Hk_CmVYNe3ahlUoffLwmVPq1Q2xN1qNxdzz-cJuoPysScfeHQgipqu6GRC-9yolInWIohlfWGT81bogYkgnVCsAw-Lv643C_O0_AwTKFkybIPtZg0L1Q/s2048/YellowSubSeat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1608" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLbz4SSS1-M6OBTFW7cCEs_6_i-yMoS1deXj46jHzyEX3KxPC337xcmOZOfOAWw8_l6Hk_CmVYNe3ahlUoffLwmVPq1Q2xN1qNxdzz-cJuoPysScfeHQgipqu6GRC-9yolInWIohlfWGT81bogYkgnVCsAw-Lv643C_O0_AwTKFkybIPtZg0L1Q/s320/YellowSubSeat.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>He also helped me clean up the clutter in my old Townhouse Shabby in Rodgers Forge. “Tommy, I deal in shit & grime every day, so when a plumber tells you that you need to clean up your act, heed the advice!” Of course, he was the Felix Unger of plumbers, a neatnik who always obsessively cleaned up his work afterwards, just as he obsessively cleaned up the litter around his block in Charles Village.</p><p>He was one of a kind, the Joker Wild in the card deck, a loveable nut and loyal friend. I wish we had kept up more. The last time we saw Chris was December 2018 at Joe Squared, where he was out to support a show featuring The Jennifers and ex-Slickee Boy Marshall Keith. He had a cane (years of hard labor had taken their toll on his back and knees), but despite losing a step or two, he was as gregarious and energetic as usual. Time will not flush away memories of what a treat it was to know Chris Jensen.</p><p>Be sure to check out Scott’s Huffines’ wonderful appreciation of Chris Jensen on the <a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/">Baltimoreorless </a>site, which is full of great photos of Chris. Baltimore IS less without Chris. </p><p>As Scott says:</p><p></p><blockquote>How do you describe Chris Jensen? He was a community organizer and community activist, art collector and artist, plumber and model, unofficial mayor of Charles Village, Atomic TV cameraman… he was a pro and an essential part of what made our little-watched public access program Atomic TV so great and we'll miss him. The last time I saw him (pre-rona) he brought me a case of Bud and I drank it like it was the 1990s at Memory Lane. The thing that impressed me most about Chris was how engaged he was with the community. Baltimore is losing too many cool people too soon – at least the memories survive.</blockquote><p></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Atii8pat_sEQX0TqdMw141Kj5Y4zuvHM2gmpJxpXRryGt0cWwg_vEJniARH1bn38NIAHNJUnRw5Y9QFMG5c_qm6tdU3-D_qS13jBxQ90cf25KzDabia4Vgiu0h0Px9u3KB8EP7F1DLZiHjTaBYpWFIDYczC1na3VboOO2ixgS8AJypFlK-AGPg/s760/ChrisMyers_GameOfThrones.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="511" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Atii8pat_sEQX0TqdMw141Kj5Y4zuvHM2gmpJxpXRryGt0cWwg_vEJniARH1bn38NIAHNJUnRw5Y9QFMG5c_qm6tdU3-D_qS13jBxQ90cf25KzDabia4Vgiu0h0Px9u3KB8EP7F1DLZiHjTaBYpWFIDYczC1na3VboOO2ixgS8AJypFlK-AGPg/s320/ChrisMyers_GameOfThrones.jpg" width="215" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chris Jensen perched on his throne (photo by Chris Myers)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p><b>Related links:</b></p><p>"<a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/">Chris Jensen, Rest in Peace</a>" (<a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/">Baltimoreorless</a>)<br />"<a href="https://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2006/03/chris-plumber-turns-50.html">Chris the Plumber Turns 50</a>" (Accelerated Decrepitude)<br />"<a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/2013/12/close-encounters-of-the-turd-kind/">Close Encounters of the Turd Kind</a>" (Accelerated Decrepitude)<br />"<a href="https://www.baltimoreorless.com/2010/09/everyman-art-collector/">Everyman Art Collector</a>" (Baltimoreorless)<br />"<a href="https://youtu.be/lNcU8nScmks">Underdog Lady Encounters the Negativity Scene</a>" (YouTube)<br />"<a href="https://youtu.be/L8GjfGiG5vY">Jensen Plumbing commercial for Atomic TV</a>" (YouTube)<br /><br /><br /></p>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-76692572454769811082023-07-13T10:46:00.015-04:002023-07-21T12:13:19.103-04:00Tom & Amy Remember Adolf Kowalski<p><i>He called himself The Living Legend," but since his family didn't publish an obituary (it's, um, complicated), it's up to his friends, lovers and bandmates to insure that he is remembered and that his legacy (good and/or bad, depending on one's point of view) lives on in some form. There's the music, of course; he may be only cremains but the tunes remain...but more than that are the memories gathered here, there and everywhere on social media. <b>Ross Haupt/"Adolf Kowalski"</b> touched many, many lives in Baltimore and across the globe. He certainly touched the lives of me and my wife Amy and was always, without fail, nice to us. Following are our thoughts about his untimely passing from renal failure on March 21, 2023. He was 63 years old.</i></p><p>*********************************************************</p><p><u><b>Tom Warner</b> (aka "Tommy Gunn," friend and co-founding bandmate in Thee Katatonix)</u></p><p> March 21, 2023: I heard the news today, oh boy...the King is dead.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEims3WRKWtpDogsdbRG89y8lxmCHqRA5S6kThCP96xJowUXd5tUOKl2ZBH_MJDucDdp14iWXCTPaEgGOU_64zRz3ntv6FdGMUJlUj1oY-Kzk8yOoC_XOuH2dEoNUsmXAfRZcFL1nX4ra5pOH17SEzNVYM6YhYJ_NSpipXNxmLaiEupZ0JgIlbV5oQ/s796/AdolfFinalDays.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEims3WRKWtpDogsdbRG89y8lxmCHqRA5S6kThCP96xJowUXd5tUOKl2ZBH_MJDucDdp14iWXCTPaEgGOU_64zRz3ntv6FdGMUJlUj1oY-Kzk8yOoC_XOuH2dEoNUsmXAfRZcFL1nX4ra5pOH17SEzNVYM6YhYJ_NSpipXNxmLaiEupZ0JgIlbV5oQ/s320/AdolfFinalDays.jpg" width="211" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Ross Haupt, aka "Adolf Kowalski"</b></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>45 years ago, Katie Glancy and I met the young <b>Ross Haupt</b> in the Towson State University Glen, where Katie and he concocted a plan to start a rock and roll band. I came in as part of a package deal with Katie (kind of like a multiplayer MLB trade) because I wanted to go out with her and lied and said I could play drums because, well, how hard could it be in a punk band? (I hadn't yet heard Rat Scabies - dummy me!). Who knew then that Katie & the Katatonix, the fledgling group soon to be rechristened <b>Thee Katatonix</b>, would blossom and grow (like a fungus) and that Ross - soon to be rechristened <b>Adolf Kowalski</b> - would soldier on through the decades and additional bands (All About Suzie, Blunt Force Trauma, etc), never abandoning his career and lifestyle aspirations of being a rock star and Living Legend. Well, he is no longer living but the legend lives on - warts (there were plenty) and all.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXR48lUDJuobussnAqSs7CtFcSpboPkZedIp7o49QRY2rmYuHr8nWPGGl797wd-uACRjJR2Naj6vk14Hz-GJ3j4bAzTgd94rOHzaF2OOkC9XotDmZuBKIyQRrrPOtES2Gk0m0jvF6P61K7vFdiAf31V89WrygIKl29b3UolqrrjP9U-Nc3YsKiw/s1833/HeroicTrio.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="956" data-original-width="1833" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXR48lUDJuobussnAqSs7CtFcSpboPkZedIp7o49QRY2rmYuHr8nWPGGl797wd-uACRjJR2Naj6vk14Hz-GJ3j4bAzTgd94rOHzaF2OOkC9XotDmZuBKIyQRrrPOtES2Gk0m0jvF6P61K7vFdiAf31V89WrygIKl29b3UolqrrjP9U-Nc3YsKiw/s320/HeroicTrio.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>The Heroic Trio? Thee Original Katatonix, 1979</b> (illustration by David Wilcox)</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKRu6uK62Ra2G23i3TXJ1-9VaXBrn4iADOOTCnoLMxCZsLG3qlOsiaudmYwXILtYpKT4ksz_hXo6DyGlxpnDAJnmpNSL2ZAU464NpxoY-jSADvSvWi8CC-XQGyN265cXiq2LowxLJPieAl8dkQAR1uLkHG3t8hhx5WobYg3VZgwFMPDSmeFDyew/s500/KatsTSU.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="500" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKRu6uK62Ra2G23i3TXJ1-9VaXBrn4iADOOTCnoLMxCZsLG3qlOsiaudmYwXILtYpKT4ksz_hXo6DyGlxpnDAJnmpNSL2ZAU464NpxoY-jSADvSvWi8CC-XQGyN265cXiq2LowxLJPieAl8dkQAR1uLkHG3t8hhx5WobYg3VZgwFMPDSmeFDyew/s320/KatsTSU.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Katie Katatonic, Tommy Gunn & Adolf Kowalski</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p>Adolf was always fronting the image, but beneath the hubris there was a guy who would do anything for those he loved. He was my confidant in those early band days, the keeper of secrets I'll take to my grave (and vice versa). He once confided, "The old days were best, man"...They were, but they weren't made to last, not at the pace he set. A charmer, a harmer, a lover, a hater, a changer and a re-arranger - Ross/Adolf was a complex character who found Better Living Thru Chemistry, even when his body disagreed. RIP, old friend. I know you'll be pissed at missing Svengoolie each weekend, but what the hell ya gonna do? Indeed, that was the question when you became financially independent and stopped working: what the hell ya gonna do? There was dope and booze, of course, but given your creative spirit, that wasn't enough. So you poured your energies into some "venture capital" projects, like releasing Katatonix CDs, recording other artists you liked, financing the ill-fated <i>Coffin Cuties</i> magazine and clothing line, going to lots of concerts, and so on. And supporting any friends that needed a helping hand. That's why Robyn Webb once quipped that, while "Adolf Kowalski" could be one of the biggest a-holes on earth, Ross Haupt was the best friend anyone who experienced that side of him could ask for.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQgbap7auGXGV-l-OGuc26g3JUN0_fPISrq0GR4E0OyRti3MqfA-1AU3lH9zOQMPxuFoQljKc1p2ZpIkUI2RnOfXT-MSeKTpw0O_1WqlNbTf8afJcaQRtSGK_FYL_49MyqlilSrleel-PKQG5_EuhYqUMWG45UOgLVkDIBKEqkOnl_dc0iStdCw/s565/OldDaysBest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="565" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQgbap7auGXGV-l-OGuc26g3JUN0_fPISrq0GR4E0OyRti3MqfA-1AU3lH9zOQMPxuFoQljKc1p2ZpIkUI2RnOfXT-MSeKTpw0O_1WqlNbTf8afJcaQRtSGK_FYL_49MyqlilSrleel-PKQG5_EuhYqUMWG45UOgLVkDIBKEqkOnl_dc0iStdCw/s320/OldDaysBest.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>The old days were best, man!</b></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Ah, more memories of those good old days...The early Kats did everything together and saw a lot of shows en masse: Blondie/Rockpile at Merriweather, Elvis Costello at Georgetown, The Ramones everywhere. One of the best was Devo at Painter's Mill, December 29, 1978 - when Mark Mothersbaugh came into the audience playing a wireless guitar, Adolf grabbed his ass and tore this piece off his yellow jumpsuit. I treasured it and had it laminated, apparently using a TSU photo laminator!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkfo6-9UJ1lqiQmaD8Swv-d-mQYIsFyvIdS0IYk3eaw12afRuCDAK3XJ5Fth5LDYCMwTLhT5FbqOA2CyYGOYka9WUFhodxLKtsoEd_4e4hRNYUqVbkZL5Lm9egH07wckt6dYAHJt9vBw-SBeVrq-xNfRHmtaWLZ1ge003XBHoBPH4zL7M5HwsBw/s701/DevoPatch.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkfo6-9UJ1lqiQmaD8Swv-d-mQYIsFyvIdS0IYk3eaw12afRuCDAK3XJ5Fth5LDYCMwTLhT5FbqOA2CyYGOYka9WUFhodxLKtsoEd_4e4hRNYUqVbkZL5Lm9egH07wckt6dYAHJt9vBw-SBeVrq-xNfRHmtaWLZ1ge003XBHoBPH4zL7M5HwsBw/s320/DevoPatch.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Mark Mothersbaugh's Devo suit</b></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>When the Cramps played the Marble Bar, we all went and I recall Lux Interior leaning over the stage to swipe Adolf's sunglasses (worn, as the <a href="https://youtu.be/vSQTmRGPP94">song</a> goes, after dark) and put them on his head. Adolf was touched. </p><p>I'll never forget Adolf picking us up at my parent's house to go to the Preakness in May 1980. He showed up in a full-length blue polka-dot raincoat with a cowboy hat and dark sunglasses and announced that he had just dropped acid for the occasion. ("You gonna be alright with him driving?" my sister Nancy asked. "Sure, what could go wrong?" I naively replied.) We sat in the kitchen watching <a href="https://youtu.be/hZLhqTzjpUM">John Lydon and PiL</a> wreaking havoc on Dick Clark's <i>American Bandstand</i>. It set the tone for the day.</p><p>Then there were the infamous shows in D.C. At Madam's Organ in Adam's Morgan we debuted "I Hate D.C." to a less than receptive audience (go figure!) in a shitshow of a performance that found us all suffering from Montezuma's Revenge after our suspect pre-show dinner; we couldn't wait to get off the stage and back to the grimy bathroom. And our show at Scandals caused a riot that shut the place down. But trouble was already brewing before the gig when Adolf - driving Katie, me and new recruit Steevie Squeegee (Mike Milstein) - around Georgetown, sarcastically complimented some Marines on their crewcuts - the irate grunts chased us around for blocks. Not done with antagonizing the Armed Services, on the same trip Adolf also drove by a midnight screening of <i>The Empire Strikes Back</i> and, seeing a line of people waiting to get in, shouted out his spoiler "Darth Vader is Luke's father!" Again, the audience was less than receptive. But that was Adolf. No matter where you were, you had to be ready for an adventure.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxfVkMvHf19gL-BCvtmZDxpMAtn9d7RkHy5gko_l6qBeJQpOAbEBoDA3HeAjQw8zKZ1rgBu5Rsy49P2TCNpUswlBRaVnfq41ibWSppjms8mWxHQEpViX-qszow6oz4yptlR-9s3QriKBOQsnr4kGjt9vr3yktWygLrlZMG2Ek9be14NTTgXfLmw/s601/BoogieNights.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="601" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxfVkMvHf19gL-BCvtmZDxpMAtn9d7RkHy5gko_l6qBeJQpOAbEBoDA3HeAjQw8zKZ1rgBu5Rsy49P2TCNpUswlBRaVnfq41ibWSppjms8mWxHQEpViX-qszow6oz4yptlR-9s3QriKBOQsnr4kGjt9vr3yktWygLrlZMG2Ek9be14NTTgXfLmw/s320/BoogieNights.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Front Page Story: Adolf's "Boogie Nights" profile (City Paper, 1981)</b></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Of all the achievements in his tragically short life - founding Towson's first (and Baltimore's 2nd) punk band, backing Edith Massey, touring SanFran and the UK, playing the Mudd Club, running for Guv'nor, releasing a cult LP (DIVINE MISSION) that goes for hundreds of bucks in Europe, winning those Battle of the Bands contests, the media accolades (who can forget Pam Purdy's "Boogie Nights" profile for the Baltimore <i>City Paper</i>?) - I think Adolf may have been most proud of winning the <i>Dundalk Eagle</i>'s "Best Chili in Dundalk" award last year on “21222 Day.” (Dundalk celebrated a once-in-a-century date that Saturday, when the date, abbreviated as 2/12/22, matched Dundalk’s main ZIP code, 21222.) Of course, we “rocked” the vote (much as years ago we got “Katie Katatonic” elected “Homecoming Queen” by canvasing the Towson State campus with “Vote for the Punk” flyers!) It made the front page with the accompanying photo. Too bad he cannot defend his title.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWMhAMPPDYEM_G2K9hm2Udfa1Tme1sVIyvea-b5cpNf33N2ewX9uXO-JM2Dl4NsgkGIdczl8367rAGZoM8h5wF3MEMccUjdzhPBKD10i8RIEFVcri2DaFdWOQTuZdmZkiihotTHM-kYW6XD8UllS0-HFUkjCl2ohN6m1Sh6ahnlEUAtI6CCaJ8A/s666/AdolfChiliContest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="666" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWMhAMPPDYEM_G2K9hm2Udfa1Tme1sVIyvea-b5cpNf33N2ewX9uXO-JM2Dl4NsgkGIdczl8367rAGZoM8h5wF3MEMccUjdzhPBKD10i8RIEFVcri2DaFdWOQTuZdmZkiihotTHM-kYW6XD8UllS0-HFUkjCl2ohN6m1Sh6ahnlEUAtI6CCaJ8A/s320/AdolfChiliContest.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Flanked by event organizers Peggy Sue Oliphant (left) and Will Feur (right), Adolf Kowalski takes home the cash prize for winning the “21222 Day” Dundalk chili cook-off (<i>Dundalk Eagle</i> photo by Dan Belson)</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Kathleen Glancy Milstein (nee Katie Katatonic) just reminded me of another Adolf Kowalski achievement in his CV: He won the 1977 <b>"Best Punk Costume"</b> prize at the Iggy Pop/Ramones/Crack the Sky show at the Civic Center. This was before either of us had yet met him! But even then he was "in it to win it."</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0R7OSAmux7gLH2DL6Q67onaBsIZ4F2zx7fmd--3iOqMdlVNRnpv8UV3H1G-C2JiDqYnzXKftFkBpax-zkg0SbDYL2tGSKGeujwgJrPPpPKbP0fKqX92RJUyodauaDKN1pT3D_rbQBJWaYO9_yJ0w_46q55BCCDz5OCDTAGi2aAYzmnji0zs0juQ/s332/PunkContestWinner.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="332" data-original-width="225" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0R7OSAmux7gLH2DL6Q67onaBsIZ4F2zx7fmd--3iOqMdlVNRnpv8UV3H1G-C2JiDqYnzXKftFkBpax-zkg0SbDYL2tGSKGeujwgJrPPpPKbP0fKqX92RJUyodauaDKN1pT3D_rbQBJWaYO9_yJ0w_46q55BCCDz5OCDTAGi2aAYzmnji0zs0juQ/s320/PunkContestWinner.jpg" width="217" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Best Punk Costume winner, 1977</b></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>His look changed constantly over the years from that initial bad boy punk style, but the attitude always remained the same. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZE8V5iviZaPthbMnuUYhWpxh4Th2-Br6aI4vnBZ0XBeMyzAYBqMb9mA10oGOa8kEFUXmj2I9gA9ouY8aV33VcMxIM1iEDOCnRZA3LTn8-L1kyIIyIco82v2Xrl5Zp6AJpbcd-yYexq8W4e5U3C50LuogzNnMetbSgAuXsodhhZy4ByXIXVljTw/s1637/AdolfDonnaJean.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1637" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZE8V5iviZaPthbMnuUYhWpxh4Th2-Br6aI4vnBZ0XBeMyzAYBqMb9mA10oGOa8kEFUXmj2I9gA9ouY8aV33VcMxIM1iEDOCnRZA3LTn8-L1kyIIyIco82v2Xrl5Zp6AJpbcd-yYexq8W4e5U3C50LuogzNnMetbSgAuXsodhhZy4ByXIXVljTw/s320/AdolfDonnaJean.jpg" width="211" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Adolf, hair-bent for leather</b></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCPXWBN35bDmJ2WJPm7lrkTsX1qNlWyvzcqATGnLSSjsZfe5DYfoY37faYVQKDh0ePDSHw-_-7sCN6H9Nhddr67mrE-GM5wK0x_7a8_Ovj5CkmCnOhPucsa0RzuNmmSRkJI6Utlk6S_mRtO6ncCCAfD9XHQNb4yMjctoydsLUMx-Z7Syk_b_lhA/s701/BoogieNightsCloseup.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="701" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCPXWBN35bDmJ2WJPm7lrkTsX1qNlWyvzcqATGnLSSjsZfe5DYfoY37faYVQKDh0ePDSHw-_-7sCN6H9Nhddr67mrE-GM5wK0x_7a8_Ovj5CkmCnOhPucsa0RzuNmmSRkJI6Utlk6S_mRtO6ncCCAfD9XHQNb4yMjctoydsLUMx-Z7Syk_b_lhA/s320/BoogieNightsCloseup.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Adolf, "philosopher king and the boy most likely to" (<i>City Paper</i> photo by Jennifer Bishop)</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>I particularly liked his Prince Valiant look when the Kats went into their psychedelic flower-power phase.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMWMtEYt4MftXBA8m_AIIyrHru-PK40QkZ3E9tDF316xTGu3UX3Ngsi_j3COejSBOoVcU9Fyu2laIaXLM_ep3cjEZZ4Xwil1JaRprOPv973V9zYsAfT1jKLnukg5lmvIa2HmzACoXl3ZFlGD4KlY2iu7P0m2-UQXDFDPfBNdutklThz4H-qUH2g/s667/PrinceAdolf.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="332" data-original-width="667" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMWMtEYt4MftXBA8m_AIIyrHru-PK40QkZ3E9tDF316xTGu3UX3Ngsi_j3COejSBOoVcU9Fyu2laIaXLM_ep3cjEZZ4Xwil1JaRprOPv973V9zYsAfT1jKLnukg5lmvIa2HmzACoXl3ZFlGD4KlY2iu7P0m2-UQXDFDPfBNdutklThz4H-qUH2g/s320/PrinceAdolf.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Before he was King...Adolf as Prince Valiant, at a 1980s New Year's Eve Party…</b></div><p><br /></p><p>Adolf, you left us too soon and took away all those great memories of "the good old days." I will miss your anecdotes, your wit, and your sense of humor. But hey, you went out on your terms, living the high life and going for the gusto. Living fast and, well, dying young. It’s kinda cliche, but it’s “The Rock ‘n’ Roll Way.”</p><p>***********************************************</p><p><u><b>Amy Warner </b>(nee Davis, nee Linthicum; friend and former Dundalk High schoolmate)</u></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_XSIvFYAI8fhKY7_1x6afQAXandT4J2Y-MQPBD2A3Ssz9Q1CzBHPGP6IXXrLCMAIQIxoSkUCneY0Y-Pe0JbuK6U8-J9bRZZa-vz3Kd_0Fw9Xa-3_l8wR4LGp1IGkp0aGJmdDtCEjhL56krCCYsCrNwZXxUj-yHtf5CBe6rcMq8k2mEeeUwB20A/s671/YoungAdolfAmyPic.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="671" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_XSIvFYAI8fhKY7_1x6afQAXandT4J2Y-MQPBD2A3Ssz9Q1CzBHPGP6IXXrLCMAIQIxoSkUCneY0Y-Pe0JbuK6U8-J9bRZZa-vz3Kd_0Fw9Xa-3_l8wR4LGp1IGkp0aGJmdDtCEjhL56krCCYsCrNwZXxUj-yHtf5CBe6rcMq8k2mEeeUwB20A/s320/YoungAdolfAmyPic.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Ross Haupt before the transformation…into Adolf Kowalski</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>Way back in the Dark Ages when I was in high school, I was friends with this guy Ross. He was likeable, kinda pudgy, quite smart. We liked the same music. That's how you bonded with people in those days. He took me to my first rock concert (Kiss), and my second (Queen). Then I went off to college in southern Maryland and we lost touch. Then either through a chance encounter or a phone call, I forget which, we were communicating again. He told me he was now calling himself Adolf Kowalski and fronting a band, Thee Katatonix, and he invited me to see them at the Marble Bar. I didn't drive back then, and I actually took public transportation to go and check them out. But alas, something happened and they didn't play that night. That was my first visit to the Marble. I did see them play soon enough, and was amazed at the transformation of Ross into this gaunt, theatrical and somewhat threatening persona. Adolf was always pissing people off, and would say and do things that would make me cringe. He could be quite rude. Yet he was always so generous to me, and to Tom. I remember a few years ago he plucked us out of the crowd at The Damned show, and put us where he was, with the unobstructed view. He offered to send us on a honeymoon... I wouldn't have met Tom Warner (Kats' drummer), or my first husband [Mark Linthicum, aka “Mark Harp” or “Harpo”], or any of my Marble friends if I didn't know him...so I will miss Adolf; I will miss Ross. R.I.P. my friend.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErcPIvZjJYiEzSD3R-hRN7nbD4LZQcTpQICM9w9o2V-eLCsNSOO5blBNG6PyLD-DULZPioxlJFAeQmfQW3LtqQCIMRVc5xoumZhw7QZHrApz86D_4ZEIuDXlg5lLD3CrDG6HzYlEHw499qSVlj4DBZy7JYJI1s-P92IWA9U8D4tFi8fmYD28nkA/s1283/TomAmyAdolf_final.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="965" data-original-width="1283" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErcPIvZjJYiEzSD3R-hRN7nbD4LZQcTpQICM9w9o2V-eLCsNSOO5blBNG6PyLD-DULZPioxlJFAeQmfQW3LtqQCIMRVc5xoumZhw7QZHrApz86D_4ZEIuDXlg5lLD3CrDG6HzYlEHw499qSVlj4DBZy7JYJI1s-P92IWA9U8D4tFi8fmYD28nkA/s320/TomAmyAdolf_final.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-76465369902819739872023-04-11T10:25:00.015-04:002023-04-13T17:56:50.269-04:00A list of Atomic TV on DVD releases<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">A funny thing happened on the way to the Dollar DVD Bin...people actually mistook Atomic TV for a legitimate media outlet! Who knew? But here we are listed - like a penny stock on the New York Stock Exchange - as a legitimate entity...an accredited media outlet whose work warrants inclusion as a "bonus extra" on the following DVDs and Blu-rays. Biggest of thanks to Dave Wright and his friend Bruce for tracking down the <i>Dr. Lamb</i> Blu-ray! Of our mainstream media legacy, Scott Huffines adds, "I also remember the Howard Stern TV show used a clip [probably of Underdog Lady] and we were also on Fox 45 News." Oh, and I've heard there's a shot of me interviewing reviled porn director Max Hardcore (Paul Little, who died in March 2023) in the trailer for <i>Max Hardcore 9</i> (a credit I'm all too willing to forget!). Following are some reviews of DVD releases featuring Atomic TV "Special Features":</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre;">Dr. Lamb (1992; Unearthed Films Blu-ray, 2022)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 212px; overflow: hidden; width: 170px;"><img height="212" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/zrVCnEWXg86FCt6UBy2VuSF2PQ7iaREjQshkHCuRZVQ89XXpLY3y2JLmEPlW289sMFzWX67CCcyMY_CuVIqDN48ulhy76J7RreTy4L29AIeqysRVs2Qoq44gm86NeMdYct6j08KuE9XBrRnIyR3e7bc" style="margin-left: 0px; 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white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>INDIE HORROR FILMS</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><a href="https://indiehorrorfilms.blogspot.com/2022/11/review-dr-lamb.html">Indie Horror Films - Review: Dr. Lamb</a></b>
<i>Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2022</i>
“The last featurette is the <b>Atomic TV Interview with Simon Yam</b> (9 min), which is the only one of the four documentary extras that is archival, from a 2000 Anime convention. Yam discusses his overall career.”
<b>MCBASTARD’S MAUSOLEUM</b>
<a href="http://mcbastardsmausoleum.blogspot.com/2022/08/dr-lamb-1992-unearthed-films-blu-ray.html">DR. LAMB (1992) (Unearthed Films Blu-ray Review)</a>, August 2012
“In the 16-min <b>Atomic TV Interview With Simon Yam</b> the actor talks about various film roles including a near fatal incident on the set of Bullet in the Head.”</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>It's funny, I had forgotten about our impromptu interview with Simon Yam until my friend David Wright mailed me a copy of the "Dr. Lamb" DVD. I recall that my friend Dave Cawley and I used to go to the first couple of Otakon anime conventions at Baltimore's Convention Center (before it moved to Washington, D.C.) because we liked to check out the merchandise in the Vendor's Room. But in 2000, I got a press pass for Atomic TV and brought my camera along to take video of all the colorfully dressed cosplayers and fanboys and fangirls. I don't think I even knew Simon Yam was there (I believe he was there because his model wife did anime voiceover work) but, as was the guerilla-style aesthetic of Atomic TV, seized the opportunity when I spotted Simon Yam in the hallway. Quickly springing into action, I asked Dave to be my cameraman while I asked Simon some spur-of-the-moment questions. Dave and I were both big Hong Kong Cinema fans (dating back to the days when we used to buy bootleg movies from Potung Trading on Park Avenue in downtown Baltimore), so Dave was more than willing to help out and afterwards posed for a selfie with Simon.</i> - Tom Warner</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWG-cui4UF9r-93vjcaZGvXr4W0mck1JxQ4EFFfxt9Xnh-jET30cxGK6o18gDtgAsf8KvHr2tswDm3EqPdyEGQ-TMydZ1Kq8FW-heMcpb4EzIZ7LdLUwnBN5Q-TSeVtvc9W9cYfzSMGWIBwO3OxTwgIodZCECH-Xp80Pb5Bs99uoQJh_8PW1A/s1591/TomSimonYam.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="1591" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWG-cui4UF9r-93vjcaZGvXr4W0mck1JxQ4EFFfxt9Xnh-jET30cxGK6o18gDtgAsf8KvHr2tswDm3EqPdyEGQ-TMydZ1Kq8FW-heMcpb4EzIZ7LdLUwnBN5Q-TSeVtvc9W9cYfzSMGWIBwO3OxTwgIodZCECH-Xp80Pb5Bs99uoQJh_8PW1A/s320/TomSimonYam.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom Warner interviews Simon Yam at Otakon 2000</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVi0f6eXLSremMI8eArqZcvh3CFrtPhLpJL_AAj074oW-9qrsXPDiRsA-H9eP5Obz2HcqgYcSQwqyasoIqBtRKZiX8LYD9TRmAdbM_uY71ir4yGhR_ZaJQfOpLOT9EuIGk3DmGzpXPqty-gXoKglkhgjKcf4xjrboUtFPujEdWdsSygFcJe1U/s2240/TomSimon2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1699" data-original-width="2240" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVi0f6eXLSremMI8eArqZcvh3CFrtPhLpJL_AAj074oW-9qrsXPDiRsA-H9eP5Obz2HcqgYcSQwqyasoIqBtRKZiX8LYD9TRmAdbM_uY71ir4yGhR_ZaJQfOpLOT9EuIGk3DmGzpXPqty-gXoKglkhgjKcf4xjrboUtFPujEdWdsSygFcJe1U/s320/TomSimon2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Simon Yams sings the Atomic TV theme song</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivngNP9xxuZhR09FJTPt08b9Kl5xVigRhBEfxcZU7xYmIW0wxBdUo--oFKoHaH98hin69RDom9jxO2lPqU9PnN4cScP8hyCYVj-qRGZxhZYDkdiISGKaeQqxb__dt3nHgXbbRZ8uTgyzMv_2PVbHOkc3pUXjKui3tBt6FkKI-Zvd1YB4jO2iE/s2786/DaveSimonYam.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2179" data-original-width="2786" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivngNP9xxuZhR09FJTPt08b9Kl5xVigRhBEfxcZU7xYmIW0wxBdUo--oFKoHaH98hin69RDom9jxO2lPqU9PnN4cScP8hyCYVj-qRGZxhZYDkdiISGKaeQqxb__dt3nHgXbbRZ8uTgyzMv_2PVbHOkc3pUXjKui3tBt6FkKI-Zvd1YB4jO2iE/s320/DaveSimonYam.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dave Cawley with Simon Yam at Otakon 2000</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">The Prince and the Nature Girl (1964; </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Retro-Seduction Cinema DVD, 2017</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; 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margin-top: 0pt; white-space: normal;"><br /></p></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Third Eye Cinema</b>
<a href="https://thirdeyecinema.wordpress.com/2017/11/13/prince-and-the-nature-girl-doris-wishman/">DVD Review: Prince and the Nature Girl (Doris Wishman)</a>, November 13, 2017
“Extras include a 4m excerpt from Maryland local show “<b>Atomic TV</b>” covering the 1999 Maryland Film Festival, with brief footage of Wishman, John Waters and of all people, the B-52s Fred Schneider (!).”
<b>Mondo Heather</b>
<a href="https://www.mondoheather.com/post/mondo-fever-dream-doris-wishman-s-the-prince-the-nature-girl">Mondo Fever Dream: Doris Wishman’s The Prince and the Nature Girl</a>, December 6, 2020
<i>Text by Heather Drain</i>
“With this release from Pop Cinema, we get a handful of terrific supplements, including trailers, three vintage nudist short films, <b>an amazing segment from the Baltimore Public Access show, Atomic TV</b> featuring Doris, John Waters, and writer/Wishman biographer Michael Bowen.” </span></div><p><br /></p><div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-26737559985446965052022-06-29T10:08:00.045-04:002023-09-13T09:09:09.266-04:00The Marble Bar (1978-1987)<p><i>(The following was written for Tim Hinely's "Dagger Boy" magazine.)</i></p><p>Baltimore <i>City Paper</i> writer Michael Yockel described it best: “Dark. Dank. Sweaty. Fetid. Subterranean. A physical eyesore in the basement of a once posh hotel long gone to seed. In other words, the perfect rock venue." He could have been talking about any number of grubby clubs providing refuge for rock and roll misfits and their bands, but he was talking about Baltimore’s answer to CBGBs, <b>The Marble Bar</b>. </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 320px; overflow: hidden; width: 274px;"><img height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/a4X8unLjuLTNedMUz8fdlK_0Tf6OCMstQhEAyUGrmYxFLtCcwYfj5YgvV9W8RAzkzaRIwONP7v9l4WUX1pHzVjDosJUe3UV4qoBogAb3PYByvGlKHe3Gh8o_-KKa1r89DHgElSjEW3Dtbb6XuA" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="274" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i>The Congress Hotel, 306 W. Franklin Street</i></p><p><br /></p><p>Buried in the basement of the Congress Hotel (306 W. Franklin Street), a once swank venue that had become a fleabag hotel by the late ‘70s, the Marble Bar became a mecca for punks and New Wavers under the management of <b>Roger and LesLee Anderson</b> from 1978-1985. </p><p><img height="286" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/PElDrwmBxGeLlcKSDS98oybB-V2GVMHdJIzxZAdPSXl6R-WvVl9I4SdjAgq99FuzRsdYg_ITy55OBA1V0xA5rOfKbUr__9tPwVuHU6Oq3sHAKfT5Keohyp8wpqgbSug1hlwTzVSHTW2uiPgRSQ" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; white-space: pre;" width="400" /></p><p><i>LesLee Anderson behind The Marble Bar </i>(photo by Jim Moon)</p><p><br /></p><p>“Talk to any Baltimorean who was a punk in the late ’70s and ’80s, and they will wax rhapsodic about the Marble Bar,” Kendall Shaffer and Hope Tarr observed in a May 2022 <i>Baltimore Magazine</i> retrospective. </p><p><img height="296" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/p4JWqQ8AhPnMPP6TDSfkZdpaBqkwHaAtzGOwGSZQhOOZ5gZX1f3inc7ZCSV7496kHYo-YiKVak4Uqq4O-qf6fhd2KoYJ4T8SsFBTjEt3O00bT1PZQ4sjhA6cuwyrzNfaYWRwcrYZfyAdYrA1SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; white-space: pre;" width="525" /></p><p><i>What’s in a name? The iconic Marble Bar</i></p><p>"It was a dump, no two ways about it,” Adolf Kowalski (Thee Katatonix) recalled, not quite rhapsodically, in a 2000 <i>City Paper</i> profile ("Glory Hole" by Brennen Jensen, <i>City Paper</i>, December 6, 2000). “In the summer it was blistering hot, in the winter it was freezing cold. It was dark, dingy, and stunk like piss." </p><p>Maybe so, but it was also the only game in town for aspiring local indie bands like Da Moronics, Judie’s Fixation, Thee Katatonix, The Accused, Food For Worms, Infant Lunch and countless others - not to mention nearby DC-based acts like Bad Brains, The Razz, Black Market Baby, Tru Fax & The Insaniacs, Root Boy Slim, The Insect Surfers, Teen Idles and especially The Slickee Boys, who adopted the Marble as a second home. Roger and LesLee Anderson themselves played there with house band The Alcoholics, who were fronted by David Wilcox (aka Steptoe T. Magnificent), a veteran musician (Pooba, Rockhard Peter, Problem Pets, Pang Pang, Chelsea Graveyard) and artist who, along with his brother George, created many of the club’s iconic flyers. Even Baltimore native David Byrne’s Talking Heads played there in their early days. “At that time, the network of clubs where emerging acts could play was spotty and limited,” Byrne told <i>Baltimore Magazine</i>. “We played Marble Bar when Talking Heads just had our first record out [1977], which allowed us to play outside the handful of NYC clubs that had supported us.”</p><p><img height="384" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/dpaE5ZkU6kXeYu739-wCA9Bgdat1WDe4n8c3MEXY__MIvmUqMt-Kgs6c33Mhh67PfKSA_qcFmiUtQrZv2pvXhSgIEHAx27KYoqAwKyTJOHjeWM7mIWhiTRJEo168IkoQoqOPIBFfFzsecJvypA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; white-space: pre;" width="467" /></p><p><i>David “Steptoe” Wilcox and LesLee Anderson of the Marble Bar house band, The Alcoholics</i> (photo by Jim Moon)</p><p><br /></p><p>And it was also a haven for Baltimore weirdos of all stripes, be they from the ‘burbs or creative types from the nearby Maryland Institute of Art.“It was a refuge for a lot of people, and nobody judged you,” Wilcox said in a 2022 interview with <i>Baltimore Magazine</i>. “You knew you were hiding in a safe place to be who you were. If you had a two-foot-high mohawk, nobody was going to bother you, but you walked out onto Eutaw or Howard Street and somebody might hit you in the head with a rock.”</p><p>Probably the highest-profile alumni of the Marble Bar scene is Gina Schock, a Dundalk gal who went on to find fame playing drums with The Go-Gos after playing there in Scratch 'n' Sniff and backing John Waters's underground film star Edith Massey in Edie and the Eggs. “It was like the hippest, coolest place,” she fondly recalls. “If you were a musician, that’s where you wanted to go.”</p><p>And then there were all the national acts that came to town, from Bauhaus, Black Flag and Butthole Surfers to The Stranglers, The Undertones and X (the latter featuring baltimore native John Doe). Many were standing room only affairs, including Iggy Pop, The Psychedelic Furs, Squeeze, Simple Minds, The Cramps, Dead Boys, 999, The Ventures, A Flock of Seagulls, Johnny Thunders and The Dead Kennedys. Who can forget: Dead Kennedys' singer Jello Biafro almost getting electrocuted when his microphone shorted...Katatonix frontman Adolf Kowalski writing "Huey Lewis SUCKS" on the men's room wall just as Huey Lewis came in to take a leak - and then shaking his hand and giving him a Katatonix button!...Mark “Harpo” Harp (Null Set, Cabal, etc.) shaving his beard onstage with the Casio Cowboys...Rootboy Slim passing out in the dressing room...Judie's Fixation singer Ben Wah (Vaughn Keith) opening beer cans with his teeth...Da Moronics singer Don White banging his mic and ad-libbing "Spinal tap, I got a spinal tap" during technical difficulties...Edie Massey doing her "punk" show with a last-minute pick-up band to open for Eddie & The Hot Rods...Half of the Sex Pistols (Steve Jones and Paul Cook) showing up as The Professionals…A well-medicated Johnny Thunders vocally abusing the crowd throughout a shambolic set until someone plunked him in the head with a beer can and he abruptly pulled his band offstage...The Butthole Surfers taking a dump in the electrical closet and wiping their asses with (local band) Grey March flyers...So many memories of performers there spring to mind, covering all styles and skill levels, from the comedic performance art of Oral Fixation and the Motor Morons to the guitar artistry of Jorma Kaukonen and Chris Spedding…and from the prog rock stylings of Allan Holdsworth and Pierre Morlen’s Gong to the hardcore thrashings of Fear of God and the Circle Jerks.</p><p><img height="580" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/Fv7uigJZUMuDKvNtNPoxrjVnk9mYADn0XKfoBUJE-UspMItnKnuPIYCrYSUbs8FrlcU8rtm6-t4HuQT1CssTigTJO14p7HGCFZAL0SirQcN-Nu_C2Kp95kAqRcsspbxf4peboLNHi7LQXZm_PA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; white-space: pre;" width="377" /></p><p><i>Goodbye Marble Bar poster listing all the bands that played there</i></p><p><br /></p><p>“The Marble Bar had its own fanzine, <i>Tone Scale</i>, and its own after-hours restaurant, the Renaissance Room,” Michael Yockel wrote in a 1987 <i>City Paper</i> appreciation. ““Both were crummy. Both were cool.” The Marble Bar also played host to open mic nights, jam nights, poetry readings and film screenings like John Ellsberry and Michael Gentile’s <i>Dead Strippers</i> that was shot in Baltimore’s famous red light district, The Block.</p><p>When Roger Anderson passed away following a sudden heart attack in 1984, LesLee carried on managing the bar for one more year before calling it a day. She then passed the baton on to others. Ed and Robin Linton ran the Marble for another year until closing the doors for good on May 9, 1987 with a final “Goodbye Marble Bar” gig featuring Da Moronics, Thee Katatonix and Human Remain.</p><p><br /></p><p><img height="316" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/1rxxfsOxjo60af-vPxi7eugNHQQO9EbWmlUiIc8MwI8yW7XYOKKnhMDvEn7blDKYpNDUU-ogg3RACelSssMTTcn7_JiS4aFiZGPquwZPWnIxZy0nFiq3EN8C1p53LT7zZTiN91qH2PnotLzgsQ" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; white-space: pre;" width="248" /></p><p><i>The final show: May 9 1987</i></p><p>Many people lost their marbles at the Marble Bar and the club lost a number of regulars as goodbyes would follow to many who once called it home. <b>Edith Massey</b> (Edie & The Eggs) died in 1984; <b>Roger Anderson</b> (Clear, The Alcoholics) died in April 1984; <b>Vaughn Keith</b> (aka "Beh Wah," Judie’s Fixation) died in 1990;<b> Scott Marcus</b> (aka "Stoc Markut," Fear of God) died in 1995; <b>Mark Linthicum</b> (aka “Harpo” and “Mark Harp” of Null Set/Cabal, The Beatoes, Casio Cowboys, The Motor Morons) died in 2004; <i>City Paper</i> writer and Marble Bar chronicler <b>Pam Purdy</b> died in 2007; <b>Kraig Krixer</b> (The Accused, Orange Wedge, Poobah, Weaszel, Razor, Trixy & The Testones) died in 2011; <b>Tom “Pope” Croke</b> (Infant Lunch) died in 2012; <b>Chris Dennstaedt</b> (Poverty & Spit, The Beatoes, Casio Cowboys) died in 2020; <b>David "Steptoe" Wilcox</b> - who probably fronted more bands at the Marble than anyone - passed away in June 2022; <b>Keith Worz</b> (Iowa Basics) died in October 2022; <b>Adolf Kowalski</b> (Ross Haupt of Thee Katatonix, Poverty & Spit, Blunt Force Trauma, All About Susie) died in March 2023; <b>Billy Bien</b> (Fear of God) died in July 2023; and <b>Mark O'Connor </b>(OHO, The Dark Side, The Beaters, Food For Worms, Trixy & The Testones, B.L.A.M.M.O., Buck Subtle & The Little Planets, Big Top) died in August 2023. </p><p>"The only reason any scene ever happened in Baltimore was because of the Marble Bar,” Wilcox said after the lights went out for good in 1987. It truly was a place and a scene etched in time that may never come again. Or, as <i>Baltimore Magazine</i>’s Kendall Shaffer and Hope Tarr concluded: “It was the coolest place, with the coolest bands, and the coolest vibe—like nothing that came before it or since. Either you were lucky enough to have been there in person, or you missed out—your loss.”</p><div><br /></div>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-36205833848510551152022-06-19T11:09:00.233-04:002023-04-05T09:50:08.915-04:00Some Have Gone...and Some Remain<h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><i>Remembering David (Steptoe T. Magnificent) Wilcox: <br /></i></b><b><i>May 28, 1950-June 8, 2022</i> </b></h3><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsf2were4pIwRySNhkFKmStM6wRC_Ta926878nIlzbkMTo2ycvSPLKT2vdqZME0VMVtNEU6QQSs6BM1yoPx_l4GOclCjq5W56MFlgTAr2ZIV_FXhXOMsPvT3dIcgXWH2iYYzyXfcv6Tp8IqRWDW-v-9q7LcBV_CR04CIEuCdVkDqo_CGz0E9A/s3643/SteptoeMemorialCard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3643" data-original-width="2237" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsf2were4pIwRySNhkFKmStM6wRC_Ta926878nIlzbkMTo2ycvSPLKT2vdqZME0VMVtNEU6QQSs6BM1yoPx_l4GOclCjq5W56MFlgTAr2ZIV_FXhXOMsPvT3dIcgXWH2iYYzyXfcv6Tp8IqRWDW-v-9q7LcBV_CR04CIEuCdVkDqo_CGz0E9A/s320/SteptoeMemorialCard.jpg" width="196" /></a></div><p><br /></p>(Friday, June 17, 2022) Great memorial celebration - standing room only! - today for the late great <b>David (Steptoe T. Magnificent) Wilcox</b>. Steptoe was a popular and beloved guy who fronted many, many bands (<b>The Great Pooba Subway, Pang Pang, Rock Hard Peter, The Alcoholics, The Non-Alcoholics, Problem Pets, Chelsea Graveyard & The Screams At Midnight</b>), so it's not surprising that a who's who of local musicians & artists packed Evans Funeral Home to pay their respects to him and his family - and not once but twice (2-4 and 6-8 pm). Many great anecdotes were shared by friends and family, but none better than this John Lennon lyric on the back of the memorial cards adorned with Steptoe's art. <p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5fuggb0ZZsSg3xAzeM48qZtkcHMINnNojPT4Wa7a1p2TMm_epJlLOPelS2l8PA4YM21tuTfTKUClXBh0nKP_mhFT8SWhl9TKfbSpeLu-_NCh2Tc-n-jR5zWrEcDAEJSw7g7_xbz1A7rQu5LEPEbWXcIgLiQSPT8YDm5Be3RIBXF8L64waFo/s2048/SteptoeBack.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5fuggb0ZZsSg3xAzeM48qZtkcHMINnNojPT4Wa7a1p2TMm_epJlLOPelS2l8PA4YM21tuTfTKUClXBh0nKP_mhFT8SWhl9TKfbSpeLu-_NCh2Tc-n-jR5zWrEcDAEJSw7g7_xbz1A7rQu5LEPEbWXcIgLiQSPT8YDm5Be3RIBXF8L64waFo/s320/SteptoeBack.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>In his life, he was loved by all</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Lotta love in that room today, love that will get passed on and on. It was basically the Marble Bar Reunion that L<b>eslee Anderson</b> had long planned for at the Ottobar (until Covid and its variant strains repeatedly delayed it), just without the bands and the music.<div><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #050505;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIX_G53yNPwjD-V7tpCrndqOjRpoQ03xMMiUkuOf7Do-1nk0xX84fErIppa1EcRTaSppYLr6wvI8fCz3hSUA7WaTDqJ3aQnjYl802eovU_4Df0w9IGk2DujjZh9pEyLG2tsV5eHrG3RKuCperZiV89RLqKzCupRkFPXmaeRUZujzmBVRTtcqw/s2948/20220704_113343.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2948" data-original-width="2030" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIX_G53yNPwjD-V7tpCrndqOjRpoQ03xMMiUkuOf7Do-1nk0xX84fErIppa1EcRTaSppYLr6wvI8fCz3hSUA7WaTDqJ3aQnjYl802eovU_4Df0w9IGk2DujjZh9pEyLG2tsV5eHrG3RKuCperZiV89RLqKzCupRkFPXmaeRUZujzmBVRTtcqw/s320/20220704_113343.jpg" width="220" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David W. Wilcox: Steptoe T. Magnificent</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><div><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>Oh well, here's a partial roll call of the many (good) old familiar faces on hand, along with the Wilcox Family: <b>Bruce Lilly</b> (he lives!), <b>Bill Bowen</b> and <b>Donna Stinnett Bowen</b> ("Donna Diode" was wearing her "Bravo Baltimore Weirdos" button!), <b>Ed Linton</b> and <b>Robin Linton</b>, <b>Beth Sherring</b> (<b>Henry Lingenfelder</b> and <b>Robbie Lingenfelder</b> were out of town, but were there in spirit), <b>Harry "Chick" Veditz</b> (in his Chelsea Graveyard tee, natch), Marble Bar matriarch <b>LesLee Anderson</b>, <b>Richard Taylor</b>, <b>Robyn Webb, Charles Gatewood</b> (aka "Mr. Urbanity," still urbane & still on the wax and not the wane!), <b>Mark O'Connor</b>, <b>Rod Misey</b>, <b>Carol Underwood, George Wilcox</b> (sharing great anecdotes about Steptoe's teen years!), <b>Bob North, Tommy Reed, Bob Tiefenwerth, Paul</b> and <b>Diane Reiger </b>(thanks for the flash drives of Pooba mp3s, Paul!), <b>Marty Benson</b> and his fellow Loch Raven High alumni <b>Diane Hosmer</b>, scrappy <b>Keith Worz</b> (battered but not shattered after a rough night at the Dead Kennedys show at the Baltimore "Poundstage"), <b>Rosalie Wampler</b>, former Katatonix drummers <b>Big Andy Small</b> and <b>Ken Hebden, Joe "Baltimore Sounds" Vacarro</b>, <b>John Spokus, Patti Codd, Pierre Volkman, Kathleen Glancy Milstein</b> and Chelsea Graveyard bandmate <b>Mike (Squeegee) Milstein</b>, <b>Cindy Borchardt, Mary Butler, Mary Crivello Milburn</b> ("Myrt"!), <b>Michele Hovatter</b> (Mrs. <b>Bill Dawson</b>), <b>Steve "Beef Jerky" Daudican</b>, <b>Geoff "Holy Frijoles" Danek</b>, <b>Ronnie Barker</b>, <b>Kyle Andrea Powers, Chuck Gross, Adolf Kowalski, Patti Jensen Vucci</b>, and even more at the late show...the list goes on, and included many young faces of artists and musicians Steptoe inspired and mentored (you know who you are!), including a "Stoc Marcut" (or a mini-Jeff Lynne, if you prefer) lookalike whose name I didn't catch, but who gave a touching, tearful tribute to David at the end, much like Steptoe's old Pooba pal Wayne. The Wilcox family - <b>Alice, Julia </b>and <b>Alex</b> - gave boffo tributes to the legend known as Steptoe T. Magnificent to the world at large but who was just "Dave," doting dad and couch potato roustabout, at home. <div><br /></div><div>There would have been even more friends there if not for work and the pesky pandemic & other related medical maladies - case in point: longtime friend <b>Scott Pendleton</b> was supposed to speak at the memorial but had to cancel because of Covid (which he may have caught at the June 12 Camden Yards Super-Spreader Event, aka, The Paul McCartney "Got Back Tour"). Likewise, Chelsea Graveyard super-fans <b>The Maxwells</b> (<b>Mike </b>and <b>Gayle</b>, who were also at the Macca concert) had to play it safe, otherwise they'd have been sure to post.</div><br /><div><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2LSB6Lp9PH4izqHo6SBWZOzRvLEG5fDScVktuwjHd7YdENUnRnBkuQVAy68jscLd3D3oAuMdgw-BtdiFMJZH9uOd5C0Xq00v7K4dpClGyOtTaR2pWEaKhTqEqcZWzidzYdqgof9IesL4cChOryT0J7JlgOO36QsP8ZsI9TqFrUvhLvRkhKgY/s2048/SteptoeFront.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2LSB6Lp9PH4izqHo6SBWZOzRvLEG5fDScVktuwjHd7YdENUnRnBkuQVAy68jscLd3D3oAuMdgw-BtdiFMJZH9uOd5C0Xq00v7K4dpClGyOtTaR2pWEaKhTqEqcZWzidzYdqgof9IesL4cChOryT0J7JlgOO36QsP8ZsI9TqFrUvhLvRkhKgY/s320/SteptoeFront.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Self-portrait memorial card art by David Wilcox</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZ1K2NXDp_dLagoQj6J97as-JbjddO65yM6-GqlCxI8XdehVgM6MMhaUlUSIcvRcjy-HQ38AALqNh_ATgyQBAEW386MInA4mXQKImZgPMsN70Jcjy3stA43OY3ufBOIDaddyHpDEIz2f0_S3_cMdrVpO9T8u0uzzgBkwKPDp1CveT7a8epcE/s3854/20220619_142326.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; white-space: normal;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1747" data-original-width="3854" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZ1K2NXDp_dLagoQj6J97as-JbjddO65yM6-GqlCxI8XdehVgM6MMhaUlUSIcvRcjy-HQ38AALqNh_ATgyQBAEW386MInA4mXQKImZgPMsN70Jcjy3stA43OY3ufBOIDaddyHpDEIz2f0_S3_cMdrVpO9T8u0uzzgBkwKPDp1CveT7a8epcE/s320/20220619_142326.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Memorial Cards art by David Wilcox.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Many people "lost their marbles" at the Marble Bar and in turn the Marble Bar has lost many of its people. A number of friends were absent today because they had already said their goodbyes over the years to the house that Roger and LesLee built: <b>Vaughn Keith</b> (Judie’s Fixation) died in 1990; <b>“Stoc Markut"</b> (<b>Scott Marcus</b>, Fear of God) died in 1995; <b>Mark Linthicum</b> (aka “Harpo” and “Mark Harp” of Null Set/Cabal, Beatoes, Casio Cowboys) died in 2004; <i>City Paper</i> writer and Marble Bar chronicler <b>Pam Purdy</b> died in 2007; Kraig Krixer (The Accused, Trixy & the Testones, various GOHOG Revue bands) died in 2011; <b>Tom “Pope” Croke</b> (Infant Lunch) died in 2012; <b>Chris Dennstaedt</b> (Poverty & Spit, Beatoes, Casio Cowboys) died in 2020.</div><div><br /></div>But many remain with memories intact of why those now gone mattered. In the end, the fans were legion and they turned out in numbers to pay props to a man whose art and charisma touched so many. <b>In his life, Steptoe was loved by all</b>. That's a life well lived by any standard!<div><br /></div><div><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLK5feqezTQH2zYUEN9WkAMgS_TH5IMH1j_LsoveGdn3crMkJwhSjpUKj1p53mTyz916FOEnnzmJkwWxT_o-wP8-noEmWBQZdx2x3N-FvvwVunCQ14fhumGU-QK8GeKsh6AEx_vJ9NnwPA5dxfRGGu1YnZAJ1zsOP8a6IqFnefna5MBkLgal4/s1965/20220704_113040.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1453" data-original-width="1965" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLK5feqezTQH2zYUEN9WkAMgS_TH5IMH1j_LsoveGdn3crMkJwhSjpUKj1p53mTyz916FOEnnzmJkwWxT_o-wP8-noEmWBQZdx2x3N-FvvwVunCQ14fhumGU-QK8GeKsh6AEx_vJ9NnwPA5dxfRGGu1YnZAJ1zsOP8a6IqFnefna5MBkLgal4/s320/20220704_113040.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>P.S.: </b>Steptoe always called me by my Marble Bar nom-de-stage, "Tommy Gunn." I liked that his worldview was always framed through the lens of rock 'n' roll! And his depiction of me for a Katatonix flyer remains my favorite artistic rendering (it made me look good - proving that art, like fiction, is the lie that tells a better truth!</i>).</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPE6Ptafc1SjcCl5Oa-_hEAjmsLKIpn3E7qW19KTcH63G2wSst7CBgaskaMtEbTOVRlpy1vEcxHYWwMaa2sdZOVahKC-QPuT2AeEkK2Od6yeqm0qwnpnDdZnJnwBigi2UC10WwBrTC4_m-bLwHz6Im0B63vDA7xI24Fkt9-YyOP9rYjeCnAVY/s314/KatsTrio%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="314" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPE6Ptafc1SjcCl5Oa-_hEAjmsLKIpn3E7qW19KTcH63G2wSst7CBgaskaMtEbTOVRlpy1vEcxHYWwMaa2sdZOVahKC-QPuT2AeEkK2Od6yeqm0qwnpnDdZnJnwBigi2UC10WwBrTC4_m-bLwHz6Im0B63vDA7xI24Fkt9-YyOP9rYjeCnAVY/s1600/KatsTrio%20(1).jpg" width="314" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Related Links:</b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://www.unitedstatesofexistence.net/general-8-1">Pooba Page </a>(From Paul Rieger's <a href="https://www.unitedstatesofexistence.net/">United States of Existence</a>. web site) - contains Pooba songs and Rod Misey's WCVT Pooba radio interview</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://www.oregonmusicnews.com/end-of-the-world-show-1973">First Annual End of the World Party</a> (Tom D'Antoni)</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/2014/01/baltimore-backtrack-pooba-on-wtmd/">Pooba On WCVT</a> (Baltimore Or Less)</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://www.baltimoremagazine.com/section/artsentertainment/remembering-the-marble-bar-haven-punks-misfits/">Marble Bar, a Haven for Punk</a> (Baltimore Magazine, May 2022) - David Wilcox quoted throughout</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2016/10/retro-baltimore-2016-marble-bar-photo.html">Retro Baltimore: The 2016 Marble Bar Photo Shoot</a> (Accelerated Decrepitude)<br /></span></span><p></p><div><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /><br /></span></div></div></div></div>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-7935753380262867142022-03-04T11:40:00.008-05:002022-03-08T14:55:13.953-05:00A Stinch In Time Saves Music Minds<p><b>How the Stinch Stole Tuesdays on WKHS (90.5 FM)</b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinAuXZiA7O0gKcly6ZCEEHRs2TYw0sL3pa1ahdl6D3hbZ30huCEx3A-A-QJQv-5MEkQxATB0GfiLURChvpGtzum0Rdt8Ihz8cSLqzbApv9dZ0Bt4nfqshPRWrwgbV2lRKjnoHzMpE6C6XucJeY3lie78t4OHo7piOpI1lL1UG0dmxFW-lrVLQ=s889" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="889" data-original-width="664" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinAuXZiA7O0gKcly6ZCEEHRs2TYw0sL3pa1ahdl6D3hbZ30huCEx3A-A-QJQv-5MEkQxATB0GfiLURChvpGtzum0Rdt8Ihz8cSLqzbApv9dZ0Bt4nfqshPRWrwgbV2lRKjnoHzMpE6C6XucJeY3lie78t4OHo7piOpI1lL1UG0dmxFW-lrVLQ=s320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>WKHS volunteer DJ Charlie Stinchcomb<br /><br /></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p>DJ <b>Charlie Stinchcomb</b> owns the airwaves on Tuesday nights when he spins records from <a href="http://www.wkhsradio.org/schedule.htm">6-10 pm</a> on <a href="http://www.wkhsradio.org/">WKHS</a> (90.5 FM) at Kent County High School ("The Voice of the KCHS Trojans") in Worton, MD. That's when the volunteer jock hosts two must-listen shows dedicated to two very different music genres: Doo-Wop and psychedelic-tinged '60s Garage Rock.</p><p></p><ul><li>"Voices In the Hallway" (Doo-Wop), 6-8 pm</li><li>"Psyched Out," (Psych-Garage), 8-10 pm</li></ul><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhw42BxiXcKRP8xQhiDkfF1NLZkj6Pa_ROnU1WdcEB_WBfKBl6nxFENRUQ0ezhjM92G7Lsd2EJnguonQkb_NpApoBI2UbAVUBI21LL32sv-RPksLPtlNZRINYWLtqxKX3D3ViROiGOtgNv6DMEkNTXiieGhn_x0d6b-HyG2_RyOferE_veMkM8=s300" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="221" data-original-width="300" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhw42BxiXcKRP8xQhiDkfF1NLZkj6Pa_ROnU1WdcEB_WBfKBl6nxFENRUQ0ezhjM92G7Lsd2EJnguonQkb_NpApoBI2UbAVUBI21LL32sv-RPksLPtlNZRINYWLtqxKX3D3ViROiGOtgNv6DMEkNTXiieGhn_x0d6b-HyG2_RyOferE_veMkM8" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>WKHS has been "serving the shore since '74" and Charlie has been spinning old R&B and "Doo-Wop" platters from his personal collection (over 6,000 LPs and 10,000 45s) there since 1992 on shows like "Voices from the Hallway" (originally co-hosted with Bucky Murphy) - not to mention his previous stints hosting "R&B Alley" on WYRE 810 AM and his long-running "oldies" show "The Time Machine" on WNAV 1430 AM in Annapolis. </p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7kEn-zXgVoGzI1gGsbHSF6fS_dbdq6LPtPswxAjiP5qovqXW3u3J03t3e3oG-BvEEzZWy5ai2VJew84ePFk24x3K2ybgkYoYjmUs41RsH2Ac5RNJ6oLIEgTpjnTs-WgMng7ALGiw33NBpKeDst3lUo4f7mKcYUPUW_4Hr_vECbFEJmshG6Sg=s687" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="687" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7kEn-zXgVoGzI1gGsbHSF6fS_dbdq6LPtPswxAjiP5qovqXW3u3J03t3e3oG-BvEEzZWy5ai2VJew84ePFk24x3K2ybgkYoYjmUs41RsH2Ac5RNJ6oLIEgTpjnTs-WgMng7ALGiw33NBpKeDst3lUo4f7mKcYUPUW_4Hr_vECbFEJmshG6Sg=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charlie Stinchcomb tunes "The Time Machine" for WNAV 1430 AM</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>The retired Anne Arundel Health Department worker is one of the many talented volunteer jocks who take over the airwaves at the student-run station on nights and weekends because they not only know "Who put the Bomp in the Bomp" - they love the Bomp! (As well as the lama lama ding dong, the bop shoo bop & the dip da dip da dip!) Or, as Charlie says, <i>"I love the music. You just have to have a passion for the music, and radio. I mean no one's getting rich doing this."</i></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxDfKOwh3pAZq_a9B5dl0L-KqSdEOFtEGETDqABqdFjVBhZmU-kt8im01RTNB8e3nM0-4n9OeqYmCQvKXXclEyHzH6AMbwScx0fFIm9UKazvtem0W2yPRFrib7uO8xLAC_yy9K1hhFGvY1KMlhD0h9gG--PMvrugdRpNXcgvMySTOx04tRh7k=s960" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxDfKOwh3pAZq_a9B5dl0L-KqSdEOFtEGETDqABqdFjVBhZmU-kt8im01RTNB8e3nM0-4n9OeqYmCQvKXXclEyHzH6AMbwScx0fFIm9UKazvtem0W2yPRFrib7uO8xLAC_yy9K1hhFGvY1KMlhD0h9gG--PMvrugdRpNXcgvMySTOx04tRh7k=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Charlie Stinchcomb in the WKHS studio<br /><br /></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p>(The “music jones” must run in the Stinchcomb family bones, because Charlie’s vinyl junkie brother Bart operates <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Bartsrecordschestertown">Bart’s Records</a> in Chestertown MD, as well!) </p><p>Every Tuesday starting at 6 pm, Charlie Stinchcomb hosts “Voices in the Hallway," a two-hour block devoted to what is generally called "Doo-Wop" (though purists would probably prefer calling it "Group Vocal" or "Group R&B"), a fascinating genre that existed from the late 1940s up through the early 1960s and featured predominantly Black vocal harmony groups (typically two tenors, a baritone and a bass singer, often with alternating bass and falsetto tenor vocal solos) backed by minimal R&B instrumentation. (In fact, the term "doo-wop" wasn't ever used as a title during the genre's reign, making its first appearance in print in a 1961 review of The Marcels' "Blue Moon" - just as vocal harmony groups died out and groups with guitars took over the airwaves).</p><p>Whatever one calls it, the music from this period provided the roots of what would evolve into early Rock & Roll, Jump Blues, Soul and the "Motown Sound." If you ever listened to Nay Nassar and Kenny Schreiber’s “Echoes of the Past” doo-wop show on WTMD back in the ‘90s (1990-2004), "Voices in the Hallway" is the heir apparent to that legendary show - and that's high praise indeed!</p><p>And now, Charlie is hosting the required-listening program "Psyched Out" on WKHS Tuesday nights 8-10 pm, when the "Voices In the Hallway" grab their guitars and head out to the garage. It's one one of the best psychedelic-garage rock shows out there, highlighting the rarest and choicest underground nuggets and psychedelic pebbles from the '60s and early '70s. If you read <i>SHINDIG! </i>or Mike Stax's <i>UGLY THINGS</i>, this is the auricular version of those mags, with vintage playlists Jon Savage and Little Steven would tip their hats (or bandana wraps) to. So chapeaus off to Charlie and his show that'll make ya flip your lid as you turn on and tune in!</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUuw_2K2UTP8pGU-LTWE_5LLrh-sfn9lOKjmWQM2_K6xsQyCZQyCmjbvQDRE_8tWRBrbitJuezW7OxDHuo-cZC7GUnQUdIv8fayj6gzYkM1bPnVK0T4EDr62m-150dY54q2A7ohqMRrRokWP_6j9PzOD722UJN_cwc2BurbXMKT4YHEGlnOrI=s960" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUuw_2K2UTP8pGU-LTWE_5LLrh-sfn9lOKjmWQM2_K6xsQyCZQyCmjbvQDRE_8tWRBrbitJuezW7OxDHuo-cZC7GUnQUdIv8fayj6gzYkM1bPnVK0T4EDr62m-150dY54q2A7ohqMRrRokWP_6j9PzOD722UJN_cwc2BurbXMKT4YHEGlnOrI=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like Robbie White (left) and Weasel (right), Stinchcomb is a tenured professor at the Radio College of Knowledge</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>I get a musical education every time I tune in to Charlie's shows, for like WTMD 89.7 FM's <b>Jonathan "Weasel" Gilbert</b> (host of "<a href="https://wtmd.org/radio/sample-page/weasel/">Weasel's Wild Weekend</a>" every Friday night 7-10 pm and Saturdays at 12-3 pm) and WOWD 94.3 FM's <b>Robbie White </b>(host of "<a href="https://spinitron.com/WOWD/show/180978/Forbidden-Alliance">Forbidden Alliance</a>" every Sunday 9 am-12)<b>,</b> his knowledge of his material is second to none. I admit I only have a superficial knowledge of psychedelic and garage rock gleaned from Lenny Kaye's <i>Nuggets </i>and similar compilation series, such as <i>Pebbles </i>and <i>Back From the Grave</i>. But Charlie digs deep into his massive collection, introducing listeners to lesser knowns purveyors of this genre, often creating mini-playlist sets for a featured artist. Case in point, he played five or six songs by <b>The Blue Things</b> on the very first show I heard. </p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEieKbf0lL1hlS_-TLJ80jtnu7Fr0pkcHoi6vu11N6bhvk69qVIkqkz8E6mx5mTi7XCKqXtFqBxHiHSOULKTZdLaBfC1DlEz0YEuKNvb-HHXriYtuQxdJbbmIPDiU7IyCs7tBhipCaadjyX-kR9OOaW1rjqtlCUMOgut0QuO4edMIyKS5itlzac=s512" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="509" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEieKbf0lL1hlS_-TLJ80jtnu7Fr0pkcHoi6vu11N6bhvk69qVIkqkz8E6mx5mTi7XCKqXtFqBxHiHSOULKTZdLaBfC1DlEz0YEuKNvb-HHXriYtuQxdJbbmIPDiU7IyCs7tBhipCaadjyX-kR9OOaW1rjqtlCUMOgut0QuO4edMIyKS5itlzac=s320" width="318" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Blue Things (RCA Victor, 1966)</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>The Blue Things, I learned, were a mid-'60s garage-rock band from Hays, Kansas. Originally called The Blue Boys, they changed their name to avoid legal issues with Jim Reeves' backing group of the same name and while Kansas may be flat, their psychedelic-tinged sound was anything but, mixing gritty garage-folk (Dylan's "Girl From the North Country") and freakbeat ("<a href="https://youtu.be/L14xCQ9op0w">La Do Da Da</a>" - not to be confused with Sting's "De Do Do Do, De Da da Da"!) with Dylan-inspired lyrics and Byrds-influenced guitars on tunes like "<a href="https://youtu.be/L14xCQ9op0w">You Can Live In Our Tree</a>" and "<a href="https://youtu.be/Qd-VCPG5Gsg">The Orange Rooftop Of Your Mind</a>." The Blue Things blew my mind and, suffice to say, their lone '66 LP on RCA Victor is well worth seeking out!</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsBJgWbMDiSK14nnFDgdy4QpSFeTaHFhPtz82eHsX-_Ke3i3qOY-MP0E1lL6zcBo-Mmaf-eUfXZHtq57p46XCBj9J1ygLp8TboBl4Qjlpk9oVI7EsS7JNsTKowjNCLjjxev-JLxPgQmcBrQE-HTsYv1pKSAYv_Z9Gp2gcpRjd5bS29hgFuKpY=s664" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="664" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsBJgWbMDiSK14nnFDgdy4QpSFeTaHFhPtz82eHsX-_Ke3i3qOY-MP0E1lL6zcBo-Mmaf-eUfXZHtq57p46XCBj9J1ygLp8TboBl4Qjlpk9oVI7EsS7JNsTKowjNCLjjxev-JLxPgQmcBrQE-HTsYv1pKSAYv_Z9Gp2gcpRjd5bS29hgFuKpY=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Repeat As Necessary: Artist, Song, Label, Year</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>And, like a seasoned "Oldies" format jock, he always lists the artist, song, label and year released. (e.g., "That was the Pasternak Progress, 'Cotton Soul' on Original Sound, 1967"). I love this because it's short and sweet (a la Sgt. Joe "Just the Facts" Friday) and harkens back to the days when indie and regional labels ruled and singles platters mattered to fans, bands and collectors alike.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXkxNhAKuWX3acv-znu1BdyP73kFpOZStEtvkvWnEL8OgA_OLL6PkKsgxypVkOw_6sQfAXg8Pvy32FtWc6zxVP3SZDWM7wAVvvsP4yqZIS_-Kn2RUGgK_QWlaNRl_OamfZNzi92bG69QEshERheW0iVtPfYOCiwJ2yUL5SCqAc9fPCmrbr0b0=s599" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="576" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXkxNhAKuWX3acv-znu1BdyP73kFpOZStEtvkvWnEL8OgA_OLL6PkKsgxypVkOw_6sQfAXg8Pvy32FtWc6zxVP3SZDWM7wAVvvsP4yqZIS_-Kn2RUGgK_QWlaNRl_OamfZNzi92bG69QEshERheW0iVtPfYOCiwJ2yUL5SCqAc9fPCmrbr0b0=s320" width="308" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Fallen Angels (Roulette, 1967)</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Also, if you call in to the show or contact Charlie on his <a href="https://www.facebook.com/charlie.stinchcomb.3">Facebook</a> page, he will play your requests - though maybe not that minute (it's a lot of work to prepare for a request show, as he well knows from his days hosting the WNAV oldies show) - as I learned when he recently gave me a shout-out on-air and played a four-song set of tunes by <b><a href="https://www.discogs.com/artist/851680-The-Fallen-Angels-3?type=Releases&filter_anv=0">The Fallen Angels</a></b>, a legendary Washington, D.C.-area band whose eponymous 1967 album can fetch anywhere from <a href="https://www.amazon.com/s?i=popular&rh=p_32%3AFALLEN+ANGELS&ref=dp_byline_sr_music_1">$50-$200 </a>these days. I had previously contacted Charlie on Facebook after a patron at my workplace, the Enoch Pratt Library in Baltimore, mentioned that her brother Rich "Spider" Kumer played drums in this band; the minute I mentioned them, he excitedly texted back "Yes, they had a minor hit with "<a href="https://youtu.be/C4QJbV_Q9Os">Room At the Top</a>"! I will try to incorporate them into a show." And true to his word, the very next week he not only played "Room At the Top" but also "<a href="https://youtu.be/45Zl-L-iurI">Your Friends In Dunderville</a>," "<a href="https://youtu.be/RnD3NhTWY5g">I Don't Want To Fall</a>," and "<a href="https://youtu.be/nwY1KBsjmTc">No Way Out</a>." (For more on the Fallen Angels, check out the fanzine <a href="https://archive.org/details/HereTis91999"><i>Here 'Tis</i> #9</a>.)</p><p><br />
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<p><br /></p><p>And the week before Charlie gave a shout-out to my friend Ariel, who had requested songs by <b>Grapefruit</b>, one of the first bands signed to the Beatles' Apple Records label in 1968 and a favorite of both Paul McCartney (who directed the promo film for their song "Elevator") and John Lennon (who named the band after the art book by Yoko Ono). (Grapefruit's main songwriter was George Alexander - born Alexander Young - who was the brother of Easybeats rhythm guitarist George Young and AC/DC founders Angus Young and Malcolm Young.) Charlie responded with another mini-playlist set featuring not only their minor UK hit "<a href="https://youtu.be/T6fCl9O3dyc">Dear Delilah</a>" (#21 UK charts) but also "<a href="https://youtu.be/S4cTG1eYLvU">Yes</a>," "<a href="https://youtu.be/D1y0hxHDa6c">Elevator</a>" and their Four Seasons' cover "<a href="https://youtu.be/GyYOUdrvhbk">C'mon Marianne</a>." </p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCyiqok3cdYzvFcjb3FakNCNgrZ4BNOGLUlAlugVOb2eeVI_uKbuJz962Gks9R0SmLaK3SbnZOX59B02J6xixHfcLvUYEc_60f5FkEXgeJ4-chSfS5yUNzEBv0YZ06jJGEbvvXV90J9QbQUagoda3QUlTb0_Jo-V0UkcB0vIRQ6MdOaVQTc_M=s450" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCyiqok3cdYzvFcjb3FakNCNgrZ4BNOGLUlAlugVOb2eeVI_uKbuJz962Gks9R0SmLaK3SbnZOX59B02J6xixHfcLvUYEc_60f5FkEXgeJ4-chSfS5yUNzEBv0YZ06jJGEbvvXV90J9QbQUagoda3QUlTb0_Jo-V0UkcB0vIRQ6MdOaVQTc_M=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By request: A playlist slice of Grapefruit</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkfD1lGeCswIlt2GZioCGsIRMjcEqFwhNSRgj2Eh_iVvoaqD7hLH2B8gqNaBTE6tRyrdegv4h-XWkzwOejHmCahLxmHsGu2P1OT-BK3ezBTuAASOwOxZJ-xpvbj4KvURU9bTtfaFg0WVA619BreIjnau_BCFyJJ4RNbrs96KU8bXrOE1f3e3U=s297" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="297" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkfD1lGeCswIlt2GZioCGsIRMjcEqFwhNSRgj2Eh_iVvoaqD7hLH2B8gqNaBTE6tRyrdegv4h-XWkzwOejHmCahLxmHsGu2P1OT-BK3ezBTuAASOwOxZJ-xpvbj4KvURU9bTtfaFg0WVA619BreIjnau_BCFyJJ4RNbrs96KU8bXrOE1f3e3U" width="297" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grapefruit's "Dear Delilah" single (RCA Victor, 1968)</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>There's not a whole lot of information about Stinchcomb on the internet, but according to a 2012 <i>Capital Gazette</i> feature about "Record Store Day," Charlie grew up in Annapolis and has been collecting records since he was a kid, buying 45s at the old Homewood Pharmacy (now Pinky's Liquors), the old Sears at Parole, and Cooks in Brooklyn Park. "If you wanted good soul or R&B, you got that stuff at Richman Drugs at the corner of West and West Washington streets," he told the <i>Gazette</i>. Better yet was the Jess Radio shop on Francis Street, where they had listening booths. "You could listen to both sides of the record to see if you liked it. And they were all under a buck."</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6TZA0UkCoPTjUmINLF1DxVJiHpS4pa1uoGMvkHF4laCZnNmn8ges0XGIyScg6Rk9RtSIInHvxoX1DylXTonNPlxti7V5WJpJRyD4vdwqjpqzTNDSuSc-xXJLYWXHSRU2DZROhncKIdv0pxK5uF3mAyh6dME2T1XA7LsQPyvZS5hpapg4kCsA=s500" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6TZA0UkCoPTjUmINLF1DxVJiHpS4pa1uoGMvkHF4laCZnNmn8ges0XGIyScg6Rk9RtSIInHvxoX1DylXTonNPlxti7V5WJpJRyD4vdwqjpqzTNDSuSc-xXJLYWXHSRU2DZROhncKIdv0pxK5uF3mAyh6dME2T1XA7LsQPyvZS5hpapg4kCsA=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Radio Free Worton: WKHS 90.5 FM</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>And what's better than a listening booth to check out music for free? Radio shows like "Voices From the Hallway" and "Psyched Out," every Tuesday night, from 6-10 pm! So tune in and let Charlie turn you on to some great sounds!</p><p><b>Stinchcomb Serendipity:</b></p><p>Charlie's first album purchase: <i>The Buddy Holly Story</i> (Coral, 1959)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqznQ41S9Lc3hCYQHSpjtlgxQeOqoNqrNMhlAWLGh2tj6BpgPwj6V3AeG1sJwcT9FhdMrTlov8avN_5Ns4KfWkKdnJmRk-sgVIeKjPxhw76-NEMXXQKhJxpJtN5K8RjA0xRcbzMq2RZ1Obhh60iPuyjd2gva1joLfkA5xOXmclL7SF2MsF_Po=s550" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="550" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqznQ41S9Lc3hCYQHSpjtlgxQeOqoNqrNMhlAWLGh2tj6BpgPwj6V3AeG1sJwcT9FhdMrTlov8avN_5Ns4KfWkKdnJmRk-sgVIeKjPxhw76-NEMXXQKhJxpJtN5K8RjA0xRcbzMq2RZ1Obhh60iPuyjd2gva1joLfkA5xOXmclL7SF2MsF_Po=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Charlie’s all-time favorite vocal group: <b>The Ravens</b> (“They had a great falsetto and a phenomenal bass singer, so they covered both ends of the spectrum.”)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg182FjlTxtYZA3sI1ZYHDwTm4FiUW5o9-nQLaK_HX21pa1tlrqRA1C2wgmvyyc08h0DCzdPGgfKciiTNlaR2D1Krlu_bQ2ZnWrrNQvXG7Ar47zD-eSbZ0w4gZ_-s1v4qDtuf61KL8s37gn3OJMLdP8ut-Yw1SPU5aer6oHo8D1lmQszCe4mao=s308" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="273" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg182FjlTxtYZA3sI1ZYHDwTm4FiUW5o9-nQLaK_HX21pa1tlrqRA1C2wgmvyyc08h0DCzdPGgfKciiTNlaR2D1Krlu_bQ2ZnWrrNQvXG7Ar47zD-eSbZ0w4gZ_-s1v4qDtuf61KL8s37gn3OJMLdP8ut-Yw1SPU5aer6oHo8D1lmQszCe4mao" width="273" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Ravens: Featuring Jimmy Ricks (uptempo bass) & Maithe Marshall (soaring tenor)</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Charlie’s vote for all-time most influential person in history of music: <b>Ray Charles</b></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7YBroVE_Z5h1v5nt6PLLQgSLF_JyR_avNB4w9azbjauy8hu0kP8BB-uJQsfPPO328PoiTtwrw_dZB6GKiT3utuzZoBOaQ0Gz64xu1RMq8xCjyQXd7InRYLP19U-0dH5f72sCo_-H4K4EGAGy4DvIv6TKdZeUl38M3hLwpN-G3CEhciY0vlhU=s1002" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="850" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7YBroVE_Z5h1v5nt6PLLQgSLF_JyR_avNB4w9azbjauy8hu0kP8BB-uJQsfPPO328PoiTtwrw_dZB6GKiT3utuzZoBOaQ0Gz64xu1RMq8xCjyQXd7InRYLP19U-0dH5f72sCo_-H4K4EGAGy4DvIv6TKdZeUl38M3hLwpN-G3CEhciY0vlhU=s320" width="271" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The</i> Music Man: Ray Charles</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p><b>Partial "Psyched Out" Playlists:</b></p><p>Charlie doesn't post his playlists, so below are some music highlights (culled from the internet) of some bands played on recent programs.</p><p><a href="https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLVCGaNajrowO_3xueyjnHlDT1jrCkiaXs">"Psyched Out" Highlights (3-1-2022)</a></p><p><a href="https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLVCGaNajrowNcsgH83nkplV015Cp2hoEv">"Psyched Out" Highlights (2-22-22)</a></p><p><a href="https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLVCGaNajrowOfzy-y2U8aXATKuSiphXBm">"Psyched Out" Highlights (2-8-22)</a></p><p><b>Related Links:</b></p><p>"<a href="https://www.capitalgazette.com/entertainment/ph-cn-en-annapolis-radio-0122-20160121-story.html">The Faces of Annapolis Radio</a>" (Capital Gazette, Jan. 2016)</p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/GRWWBspP1zg">A Few Minutes With Charlie Stinchcomb</a> (WNAV News video, Dec. 2017)</p><p>"<a href="https://www.capitalgazette.com/cg2-arc-70f9d7a8-d6fb-56d7-ab55-9fb0d165650c-20120420-story.html">Record Store Day Trumpets Remaining Disc Shops</a>" (Capital Gazette, April 2012)</p><p><br /></p></div>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-86331301681201894022022-02-22T09:49:00.012-05:002022-02-28T15:15:41.903-05:00Thee Katatonix: A Long Time Ago<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsfnZPtbyXDE3nyBuH-y0G2cXb0pSndXXiO83KjBa3tTDrx3xI5S6WQIa31TjRD50hfIwrWEyT82bcVAagJ2yjIt4ThNMVsrNcACXKtmjnabAj4znYAbrw9-27HL8I5uRThtCpPDOvqQqQJIt2woYC30GlhacZJjgH8ty0Jgh7gRtrn9_5jvE=s1391" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1391" data-original-width="1391" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsfnZPtbyXDE3nyBuH-y0G2cXb0pSndXXiO83KjBa3tTDrx3xI5S6WQIa31TjRD50hfIwrWEyT82bcVAagJ2yjIt4ThNMVsrNcACXKtmjnabAj4znYAbrw9-27HL8I5uRThtCpPDOvqQqQJIt2woYC30GlhacZJjgH8ty0Jgh7gRtrn9_5jvE=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thee Katatonix - "A Long Time Ago" CD (2022)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>I'm enjoying listening to A LONG TIME AGO, the Katatonix CD recorded live (at Cal Ripken Jr's old hangout Club Razzmatazz?) "a long time ago" (1984? 1985?) I just got in the mail from the "born-again" <b>Adolf Kowalski</b> who, according to the <i>Dundalk Eagle</i>, now goes by the name "Reverend Ross" of the Universal Life Church. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzbZ-Ot0rdDg3npMWV7kNtQoXGXcSN2UQPq-bG6hmyFQ2dPYu7wOAnDgNvBgeD9osfmxLTx7KnfC1YrfUg9fy9KX-9ifX4B47H8LgAKOy6MRy05XIS8Mn0ScrlzowPefEAS5P-zb3qPBS_6GCQVWvGHmTLL_MUdOoz-XeXilSNvVvCZPXQjYQ=s1440" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1440" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzbZ-Ot0rdDg3npMWV7kNtQoXGXcSN2UQPq-bG6hmyFQ2dPYu7wOAnDgNvBgeD9osfmxLTx7KnfC1YrfUg9fy9KX-9ifX4B47H8LgAKOy6MRy05XIS8Mn0ScrlzowPefEAS5P-zb3qPBS_6GCQVWvGHmTLL_MUdOoz-XeXilSNvVvCZPXQjYQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>As a bonus, the self-financed release is actually a picture disc, depicting then-bandmates <b>Mr Urbanity</b> (lead guitar & vocals), <b>Big Andy Small</b> (drums), and <b>Rockin St Anthony</b> (the bassist who once cured a ham). (Does the hole in the middle represent the "Big A Hole"? Jes' kidding, Adolf...)</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQudf4JAhRoPfqjVEjuA2IZlArOhz5sAIwxJnlkS6ZSlZx0cRL5LfACegbQvAPznimsIlwcWtqACisI7YHWisSh0ZIMwQCVwywl3dcYfCVvfG9I-99KoYS1bLMMY0wwobaS4K0Jwc8_ePPWZYQHqULiVN-dWZIoslgIu-UDAv5MmC6p5BFcuY=s1727" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1727" data-original-width="1727" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQudf4JAhRoPfqjVEjuA2IZlArOhz5sAIwxJnlkS6ZSlZx0cRL5LfACegbQvAPznimsIlwcWtqACisI7YHWisSh0ZIMwQCVwywl3dcYfCVvfG9I-99KoYS1bLMMY0wwobaS4K0Jwc8_ePPWZYQHqULiVN-dWZIoslgIu-UDAv5MmC6p5BFcuY=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big Andy, St Anthony and Mr Urbanity are picture-disc perfect</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>A LONG TIME AGO captures that transitional period between thee original Kats cock-rock thrash-punk output (as first heard on vinyl on the 1983 "Valentine's Day" EP) and the more sophisticated, psychedelic-leaning songwriting of 1984's DIVINE MISSION LP that would soon enough blossom into full-on psychedelia during the mid-80s Paisley Underground revival (viz "Daisy Chain," "Ordinary Sunday," "Crown," "Something For You" et al). </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYJCQsYfhsm5hKYugg0lF7_vqSeXuDH6cc6sRC9k-pTazjZSlYgFhNVf_ESG4gd5QDlMEOfIzIWPCZ546HPzyKh2iSIeR3sxYJQC5okMn60ny7NAtI6cIO6hnWn0HS0xjocWEg5sDQ4XDLd7h5dFooLxo3qKt8t3Hnri6GxZ_aIh4ttFVxWXc=s600" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="600" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYJCQsYfhsm5hKYugg0lF7_vqSeXuDH6cc6sRC9k-pTazjZSlYgFhNVf_ESG4gd5QDlMEOfIzIWPCZ546HPzyKh2iSIeR3sxYJQC5okMn60ny7NAtI6cIO6hnWn0HS0xjocWEg5sDQ4XDLd7h5dFooLxo3qKt8t3Hnri6GxZ_aIh4ttFVxWXc=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Divine Mission (UK Spud, 1984)</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Whereas the 30th anniversary release THANKS HON (2009) was a 50/50 split between tunes by songwriting guitarists Adolf Kowalski and Mr Urbanity...</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWHeTClVvmoclRE3rVp3tKHHm9f_rm7cCNpn6Im9QfiLPGW2_L7sCwuXKr6TAXiN9QCCmOvjCt_1gBFIsAZr6z38VDFnLGpy9lqVHu-wMikDlakyjiJ9_o6HWOWdaCiu0_e25h37qvqdymxqM_mYbgvnAo96kXvpiJ3aqtuLqZDrD46QP9nAk=s500" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWHeTClVvmoclRE3rVp3tKHHm9f_rm7cCNpn6Im9QfiLPGW2_L7sCwuXKr6TAXiN9QCCmOvjCt_1gBFIsAZr6z38VDFnLGpy9lqVHu-wMikDlakyjiJ9_o6HWOWdaCiu0_e25h37qvqdymxqM_mYbgvnAo96kXvpiJ3aqtuLqZDrD46QP9nAk=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks Hon, 30th Anniversary CD (2009)</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>...this live setlist is still dominated by fearless founding leader Kowalski. Sure, there's Urbanity's "Chain Letter," Not In Love" "and "Formula For Our Happiness" (co-written with Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, no less!) from DIVINE MISSION, as well as the that album's Kowalski-Urbanity co-writes "Maison Le Rock" and "Better Living Through Chemistry," but "Your Mother," "Buy Our Record," the encore "I Got VD Again" (based on a true story?) - all new to these ears! - and "Joie de Vivre" (from the '83 EP) are all (for better or worse!) pure Adolf K. And that's not to mention the half-dozen vintage tunes rescued from the original Tommy Gunn-Katie Katatonic-Adolf K Era (circa '79-'80) and played here by real musicians: "My Son the Gynecologist," "Basket Case," "Fungus," "Valentine's Day," "I Don't Wanna Marry a Dyke," and the heart-of-darkness psychobilly joyride that became the "cleaned-up" "Cindy On I-95." </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6VHgLRMNSvvL4nr-Pyp57xThd7jdUw53r6FJ_rRXKfhucKPTcOhMqlYebTzWHVOt57Egq_KmrZL483SLV5I71jkQ0ihId89IIN2e5d1-p-IiMbG7XAKGEcOgJbpDtGeHcLAaWWk6njJ4MbBcGslK0aI-ZD_cEx9fVFBzEB9O6nD3eaSZlVaM=s314" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="314" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6VHgLRMNSvvL4nr-Pyp57xThd7jdUw53r6FJ_rRXKfhucKPTcOhMqlYebTzWHVOt57Egq_KmrZL483SLV5I71jkQ0ihId89IIN2e5d1-p-IiMbG7XAKGEcOgJbpDtGeHcLAaWWk6njJ4MbBcGslK0aI-ZD_cEx9fVFBzEB9O6nD3eaSZlVaM" width="314" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Original Kats Trio, circa '79-'80</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Admittedly, "(You Grow On Me Like a) Fungus," a 1979 Kowalski-Tommy Gunn original, should be co-credited to Urbanity who pulled it into the garage for a quick remake/remodel and refurbished it as a road-worthy psychedelic trip.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJfVFcduBuL5LmsAUbA-y4GCCwLmr6kuvHkB8dLlbGmNlGS1bCJFaWs7lLjPUpsgIyr2pOtgfjCRcStOiioc5vTDZ8Do1AW3eElsNLa1hy589FTh4AqhwveMBKe_n2ejK7Hyqz4BHMpb1HId7J-Xa5EyCLRmXkxuY6n9OENMBLXQJzWnaG6nY=s1632" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1632" data-original-width="1588" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJfVFcduBuL5LmsAUbA-y4GCCwLmr6kuvHkB8dLlbGmNlGS1bCJFaWs7lLjPUpsgIyr2pOtgfjCRcStOiioc5vTDZ8Do1AW3eElsNLa1hy589FTh4AqhwveMBKe_n2ejK7Hyqz4BHMpb1HId7J-Xa5EyCLRmXkxuY6n9OENMBLXQJzWnaG6nY=s320" width="311" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Recorded Live A Long Time Ago" is Something For You</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>There are also two cover songs here, Hank Williams' "She Thinks I Still Care" and an encore rendition of the Stones' "Mother's Little Helper" (again foreshadowing the pills-a-go-go psychedelic trip the Kats were about to embark on).</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgue2f-S8UnvYmSdlDlqpPCI6EKYJx2A6c1kmttKseOWRISaB-3FyYrZzizU7nJAnHCCM3CeJ8QB2XissIKqQr73jjUUJ7NC8HcK-65DgXsv_omm_chHxpa4pigoXZD6vHA9yv1IVDx84cb1ajZkOorS_NJKhoGjEk6XlI6NuJJiBTX-Pm_zwc=s2320" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2320" data-original-width="1740" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgue2f-S8UnvYmSdlDlqpPCI6EKYJx2A6c1kmttKseOWRISaB-3FyYrZzizU7nJAnHCCM3CeJ8QB2XissIKqQr73jjUUJ7NC8HcK-65DgXsv_omm_chHxpa4pigoXZD6vHA9yv1IVDx84cb1ajZkOorS_NJKhoGjEk6XlI6NuJJiBTX-Pm_zwc=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Katatonix created a scandal during their Aug. '80 Scandals appearance</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>"<a href="https://youtu.be/19F5X9mwiRU">Vamp</a>" is just a 28-second aside, a shout-out to the night the Tom-Katie-Steevee Squeegee edition Kats (Summer 1980) got banned for "inciting a riot" at the DC dive Scandals (oh well, as the saying goes, when it comes to promoting fact or fiction, print the legend!) All in all, pretty impressive. Or, as an earlier Kowalski title put it, this labor-of-love freebie release truly is "Something For You."</p>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-70546576857386359862021-06-11T11:38:00.002-04:002021-06-16T15:17:56.465-04:00Remembering the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre<p> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Remembering the Tulsa Race Massacre</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">By Tom Warner </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 243px; overflow: hidden; width: 433px;"><img height="243" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/uhRppoE7fLt8-OEmKV_buVXPep01xkhJJ4Cq2BEUgE_bp_rxOVMvWdLTf-gULtwOgV6LYSgYs1bzkPFO29tqJw_3YpXYAwzxEPb0girrMbOvGbmgUfP2A_lXXugbDnQx_b16O7aR" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="433" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Aftermath of the Tulsa Race Massacre</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: arial;">May 31, 2021 marks the 100th anniversary of the <b>Tulsa Race Massacre</b>, when an angry white mob looted and burned down the thriving African-American Greenwood neighborhood of Tulsa, Oklahoma, killing as many as 300 residents. It has been called “<a href="https://www.okhistory.org/publications/enc/entry.php?entry=TU013">the single worst incident of racial violence in American history,</a>” injuring over 800 people and leaving 10,000 residents homeless. At the time, the 35-square-block Greenwood District was known as “Black Wall Street,” a vibrant community that had prospered throughout the early 20th century despite rampant discrimination in a highly segregated and hostile environment (the Ku Klux Klan headquarters was located just four blocks away) where Black prosperity made it a threat to white supremacy. Greenwood’s Black entrepreneurs had built and supported two movie theaters, two newspapers, two public schools, 15 grocery and drug stores, 13 churches, a library and several restaurants, funeral parlors, clubs and hotels. </span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><span style="font-family: arial;">But all of it disappeared after the events of May 31, 1921, when Black teenager <b>Dick Rowland</b> stumbled getting on an elevator at the Drexel Building and grabbed onto the young white elevator operator to steady himself. When operator <b>Sarah Page</b> screamed in response, Rowlands fled. Rumors of what happened on the elevator soon circulated throughout the city’s white community and that afternoon the Tulsa Tribune reported that police had arrested Rowland for sexually assaulting Page. As evening fell on May 31, an angry white mob gathered outside the courthouse to demand that Sheriff Willard McCullough hand over Rowland. He refused and his men barricaded the station to protect the teenager. With rumors of a possible lynching spreading, a group of around 75 armed Black men arrived at the courthouse, where then encountered over 1,500 white men, some of whom also carried weapons. Though the Black Tulsans fought hard to protect their homes and businesses, they were outgunned and outnumbered. By the time National Guard troops arrived in Tulsa on the morning of June 1, most of Greenwood had already been burned down.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div>Dick Rowland was ultimately exonerated, but an all-white grand jury blamed the Black community for the lawlessness and, despite overwhelming evidence, no whites were ever sent to prison for the murders and arson that transpired. Initially called the “Tulsa Race Riot,” historical hindsight has correctly relabeled the outbreak a “massacre.”</div><div>In a testament to the spirit of the community, the neighborhood rose from the ashes and by 1936 boasted the largest concentration of Black-owned businesses in the U.S. </div><div><br /></div><div>In commemoration of the centennial anniversary of this dark chapter in American history, PBS is rebroadcasting “<a href="https://www.pbs.org/video/goin-back-to-t-town-lkrlin/">Goin’ Back To T-Town</a>,” a 1993 episode of its <i>American Experience </i>series about the Tulsa Race Massacre that mixes archival footage with commentary from survivors and historians. If you are unable to tune in or stream this documentary when it airs, you can use your library card to check out <i><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f27$002fSD_ILS:27036/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse">Goin’ Back To T-Town</a></i> from Pratt Library's <b>Best & Next Department</b>’s <a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/results?qu=videotape&qf=ITYPE%09Material+Type%091%3AVIDEO-FREE%09Video+Free+Loan&qf=LIBRARY%09Library%091%3ABESTNEXT%09Best+and+Next+-+Central+Library">video collection</a>.</div></span><div><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWr8nR63teXbY-eC3oiRZyAWOujlz1UoTfAcXMVA0vULIfOMxH7oR7xeUKbZTkQ8Pfs1NJteC6R6L-6Wy-0TIcCdcL9t80LDxSK_I4lQlS6449C3QCliMGSJDtSENbMlwRfc8LCQ/s372/TTown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="372" data-original-width="209" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWr8nR63teXbY-eC3oiRZyAWOujlz1UoTfAcXMVA0vULIfOMxH7oR7xeUKbZTkQ8Pfs1NJteC6R6L-6Wy-0TIcCdcL9t80LDxSK_I4lQlS6449C3QCliMGSJDtSENbMlwRfc8LCQ/s320/TTown.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f27$002fSD_ILS:27036/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse" style="text-align: center; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="-webkit-text-decoration-skip: none; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Goin’ Back To T-Town (1993)</span></a></div></div><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><span style="font-family: arial;">Another documentary available from Pratt Library, director <b>Rachel Lyon</b>’s award-winning <i><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1762$002fSD_ILS:1762446/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse">Hate Crimes in the Heartland</a></i>, focuses on two hate crimes set in Tulsa almost 90 years apart - the 1921 Greenwood massacre and the 2012<b> <a href="https://tulsaworld.com/good-friday-shootings-in-tulsa/collection_ae83ec02-66a7-11e3-89b9-001a4bcf6878.html">Good Friday murders</a></b> - as it examines the racial animosity and inequality that still defines much of modern American society - as the Ferguson, Charleston, Trayvon Martin and George Floyd cases attest. By exploring these events set in a city forever divided, it reveals the dangerous connection between the media, race and social justice.</span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 268px; overflow: hidden; width: 182px;"><img height="268" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/SsVirUH0eGtb43ZqDIFGZSxEahAzqulwfVJntFnxrwIZaNKrMybG1qH7hv7VcUnK0wkBCadpLPvta3ta2XRsq9fGeUmmf3sAXzrBew4kktl9SjE_v5bQM0gSOODNqqmfJAX20u0m" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="182" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1762$002fSD_ILS:1762446/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="-webkit-text-decoration-skip: none; background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Hate Crimes in the Heartland (2016)</span></a></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Want to learn more about the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre? </b><br />Pratt Library has over 20 <a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/results?qu=tulsa+race+riot&te=">print books and eBooks</a> on the subject, including a number <a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/results?qu=tulsa+race+riot&qf=LIBRARY%09Library%091%3ASOCSCIHIST%09Social+Science+and+History+Department+-+Central+Library&isd=true">hand-picked</a> by Pratt’s African-American Department:</span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f2043$002fSD_ILS:2043217/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse">The Ground Breaking: An American City and Its Search for Justice</a></b> by Scott Ellsworth (2021)</span></li><li><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f2050$002fSD_ILS:2050202/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse">The 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre: A Photographic History</a></b> by Karlos K. Hill (2021)</span></li><li><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="white-space: pre;"><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f2049$002fSD_ILS:2049627/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse">Black Wall Street 100: An American City Grapples With Its Historical Racial Trauma</a></b><span style="white-space: pre;"> by Hannibal B. Johnson (2020)</span></span></li><li><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1682$002fSD_ILS:1682563/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse">Fires of Greenwood</a></b> by Frederic Williams (2014)</span></li><li><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1236$002fSD_ILS:1236943/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse">The Burning: Massacre, Destruction and the Tulsa Race Riot of 1921</a></b> by Tim Madigan (2001)</span></li><li><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1250$002fSD_ILS:1250882/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse">Reconstructing the Dreamland: The Tulsa Riot of 1921</a></b> by Alfred L. Brophy (2002)</span></li><li><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1241$002fSD_ILS:1241565/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse">Riot and Remembrance: The Tulsa Race War and Its Legacy</a></b> by James S. Hirsch (2002)</span></li><li><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><b><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1849$002fSD_ILS:1849446/ada/?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse">Riot On Greenwood</a></b> by Eddie Faye Gates (2003)</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: arial;">If you have a chance, stop by the Af-Am Dept. to check out their Tulsa massacre display; these titles are also available from Pratt's Social Science & History Dept</span>.<br /><div><br /></div></div>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com102tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-66129234337645866062021-05-19T12:41:00.026-04:002021-06-11T11:25:48.506-04:00Two docs about the real people living in Nomadland<p> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Two docs about the real people l</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">iving in </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nomadland</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 174px; overflow: hidden; width: 341px;"><img height="174" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/pZGjmhlt7fLErO9ys8p3xNWZOcfRl0n_V283jfjC5HZtuI0txClT-2mvK4RI3BOTDcskiZeaI4qCc_9pO_o5nde2UYfmEOgKvlxSC7RbG4YSmqocIv-oJIamuQ4vlX41ORGiZczX" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="341" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">[This post was originally written for the Enoch Pratt Free Library blog.]</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><i>Nomadland </i></b>swept the Oscars this year, winning awards for Best Picture, Best Director (<b>Chloe Zhao</b> - the first woman of color and of Asian descent and only the second woman ever to win the award) and Best Actress (<b>Frances McDormand</b>). Loosely adapted from journalist <b>Jessica Bruder</b>’s 2017 nonfiction book - which documented how a devastating global recession transformed old-fashioned “company towns” into ghost towns and created a new class of elderly transient workers - director Chloe Zhao’s film version uses the fictional character “Fern” (Frances McDormand) to represent this real-life diaspora. Shortly after the death of her husband, with whom she lived in the now-shut-down mining town of Empire, NV, Fern loads up a van that is now her home and hits what Robert Frost famously called “the road less traveled,” taking an itinerant journey of healing across the American West. Along the way she encounters many of the real nomads who first appeared in Bruder’s book, here playing themselves. Their appearance is important because, though Fern’s journey is financially-driven, not everybody hits the road for economic reasons. For many, the challenging lifestyle is a choice and their road leads to a place where they can enjoy both solitude and community.
<i>Nomadland </i>is currently streaming only on Hulu and Disney+, so unless you have a subscription you’ll just have to wait until the DVD eventually comes out to see it. In the meantime, you can use your Pratt library card to check out two rare documentaries in the Best & Next Department’s video collection (yes, we still have video tapes!), Loners on Wheels and Roam Sweet Home, which complement the subject matter of <i>Nomadland </i>as they chronicle the lives of non-conventional seniors choosing to spend their golden years living on the road. While Zhao’s docudrama utilized the star power of Frances McDormand (and co-star David Straithorn) to tell a compelling story about societal drop-outs surviving economic and emotional hardship, the offbeat characters inhabiting these two small-budget films from the ‘90s are even more fascinating and their personalities and stories will hold your attention every bit as much as Hollywood stars like McDormand and Straithorn. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1264$002fSD_ILS:1264690/ada?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="-webkit-text-decoration-skip: none; background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Loners On Wheels</span></a></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">(Susan E. Morosoli, 1997, 53 minutes)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 222px; overflow: hidden; width: 294px;"><img height="222" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/vFPwBekNZIEVASUu10_lgTidCYRHTKh4AxvPd7-0NcdzMAT7W2Y7BrPHG4AaSN2tUJEd7yVZ26rA38axVkY_l6hv6tuQoXCaGm3bEFzoJ75COC0rTAbZPtraZKfzntRyQ1qdtMrW" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="294" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">88-year-old road warrior Duchess Grubb</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">
</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Loners On Wheels</i> documents the life of <b>Duchess Grubb</b> and her friends in “Loners on Wheels” (LoW), a national, singles-only recreational vehicle organization offering freedom, friendship and fellowship to older adults who prefer to spend their retirement driving across America instead of sitting quietly in a rocking chair. Crediting the organization with providing an active alternative for people that otherwise would have been “staring stupid at four walls,” Duchess recites a poem celebrating “the friendly hello and the nice smiling faces upon your arrival from faraway places” that characterizes the community. Those faraway places include Joshua Tree, Salvation Mountain at Slab City and other scenic vistas. Along the way viewers are introduced to a trio of singing sisters (identical triplets!) whose side-hustle is stand-up comedy, a man who keeps fit exercising on his home-made trampoline, and plenty of campouts and cookouts - even a roadside birthday party for Duchess! (Also available on <a href="https://youtu.be/dTdfYOSfvtA">YouTube</a>.)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1248$002fSD_ILS:1248514/ada?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="-webkit-text-decoration-skip: none; background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Roam Sweet Home</span></a></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">(Ellen Spiro, 1996, 52 minutes)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 187px; overflow: hidden; width: 249px;"><img height="187" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/oAETzUFAHiGOAo2YzmBogv3ZqRupbNA0XZJ2GVedpEuFCmFrO2qBn82syzbUnySjUdbAySVEmNcsyU18biP7C-SLNORrX6AYECo-ZEio4l9qfPwBAEEdTCjV-fZg3rWGQF-Rjdc5" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="249" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Airstream trailers: tin chateaus on wheels</span></p><p><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Director <b>Ellen Spiro</b> and her dog Sam hop in a vintage Airstream trailer and follow a group of “Geritol gypsies” - elderly drop-outs who have “side-stepped the system” by pulling out of conventional society and into roadside trailer communities. Along the way she captures the spirit of the roamers and the variety of reasons they abandoned the more traditional models of retirement. They range from a love of travel to the freedom from restrictive relationships. There are still challenges to be overcome living on the road: the owner of a pet chimpanzee recounts how she once snuck her chimp into a roadside diner - only to shock customers who saw a hairy arm emerge from under her blouse to grab some morsels! The film is narrated by Spiro's dog Sam, with the voice provided by renowned Southern novelist </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Allan Gurganus</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">). Gurganus wrote Sam’s narration, using it to share</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> his perspective on the whims and follies of human nature, as exemplified in this cast of colorful characters. (Also available on </span><a href="https://youtu.be/MzSHwjnOX88" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">YouTube</span></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.)</span></p>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-40934448690467906182021-05-19T12:20:00.013-04:002021-07-31T11:31:27.138-04:00Meet the New Wave of Charm City Cinema<h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">Meet the New Wave of Charm City Cinema</span></h3><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span id="m_-4552801008255401603gmail-docs-internal-guid-dcf87753-7fff-196a-d1f8-a59565bad23c"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 327px; overflow: hidden; width: 520px;"><img class="CToWUd a6T" height="327" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/aCaK2Z52qdIOaYkGbtc1q8521jbKOIcrIHoTfwSQv1KLgYlFDRGWtfSMAxTlNFRlhgOSpVM63WdfhCmxC0hQVBsCC7elZXU-2qCAZdoawTVk2Ak4ayAd2vJmXIu4GLSXobMpujac" style="cursor: pointer; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: 0px;" tabindex="0" width="520" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">[This post was originally written for the Enoch Pratt Free Library’s blog.]</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The 23rd annual <a href="https://mdfilmfest.com/2021-festival/">Maryland Film Festival</a> (MFF) took place from May 19-27, with an opening night double-bill, “<a href="https://mdfilmfest.com/2021-festival/">Balti-Shorts & “Strawberry Mansions</a>,” that showcased the work of young and upcoming local filmmakers. It was part of the festival’s mission to introduce the next generation of homegrown talent while highlighting stories made in and about the city that reflect its “pain, angst, and hopefulness” as it looks towards a brighter future after a year of lockdown and a history of social and racial divisions. Everyone knows Baltimore’s “old guard” directors club of John Waters, Barry Levinson, David Simon and Charles Dutton - but who are the young artists representing the next wave of local filmmaking?</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Well, one of them is our very own <b>Gillian Waldo</b>, a Library Associate in the Enoch Pratt Central Library’s Humanities Dept. whose film <i style="font-weight: normal;">Diary </i>gets its premier screening May 19 in the Balti-Shorts program. Gillian grew up in Baltimore City and graduated from Johns Hopkins University with a degree in film and museum studies before joining Pratt in 2020. She likes to make what she calls “small films on 16mm.” <i style="font-weight: normal;">Diary</i>, shot on 16mm and digitized by Colorlabs in Rockville, documents “a summer without precedent in Baltimore” - the lockdown summer of 2020</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 254px; overflow: hidden; width: 457px;"><img height="254" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/x1KD2eVaUc5Ix1-ineJhHaKU7mgBTBARcJcfbNZ_vZAdjBkv-5hn9El9y7DINPVAL2SfNMOExh0yGNff-RNDMf8Ygy61ZrJQIz0xtlD3M9l5CbC-uRmj1OjRavdyOnZZXtdfLvHV" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="457" /></span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Totally wired: the lockdown summer of 2020</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“The pandemic forced us to renegotiate our relationship to the spaces we live in and notice how the city had changed,” says Gillian. “The pools were empty, fireworks were set off every night, people marched in the streets daily. This allowed me to reflect on my relationship to Baltimore and highlight the small beauties present in something as small as car dealership streamers or as large as collective action stopping traffic.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 247px; overflow: hidden; width: 337px;"><img height="247" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/ruegPVNH28DCaUpEwbkrxqthrx2ZeR_k9VAxIq6AP9pZNhAEQ94QkTGKMb_BgsQmTyd78d_csof3vCV-E1BVurZ1s0SaCJ1T0L298_XkkOOTtQo0X-wS8Ow-nX7lRkRhTpdMSC3Y" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="337" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Gillian Waldo’s “Diary” records the small beauties of a city in lockdown</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Diary </i>is a visual tone poem that uses a non-narrative framework - skillfully-framed shots and carefully-selected audio (of protest marches, rally speeches, helicopters, fireworks) - interspersed with title cards representing the director’s “diary” observations. The style is reminiscent of Chris Marker and Jean-Luc Godard, with the reflective pacing of Yasujiro Ozu, but with Gillian’s own distinct voice - one that quietly makes a loud statement about a year unlike any other.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 256px; overflow: hidden; width: 485px;"><img height="256" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/Gztbr7wHmqBIR6jPEebERF5kmp516LVa1osdOFIK-0ViQftPbHHk3alVpv9ZHhqZqxxiVhLFP3BNLvFyBB21VH9gSmiwYEFIYW1eLYpK-LFxS0rSVt-Df234yxiAk88muwN0qUCn" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="485" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Covid calendar: Does anybody know what day it is?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">2020 was a busy summer for Gillian; in between filmmaking and working at Pratt, she found time to co-produce a 24/7 public access-style live-streaming channel, </span><a href="https://www.twitch.tv/quarantv" style="text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">QuaranTV</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial;">, with Thomas Faison. The channel was created as a way for people in Baltimore to “gather to watch things alone together” in the wake of local theaters closing their doors. As if that wasn’t enough, she also made a music video for <b>Ed Shrader’s Music Beat</b>, the local rock duo of Ed Schrader and Devlin Rice.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 236px; overflow: hidden; width: 419px;"><img height="236" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/eGybCafQoyH7ubYMowIAksxHKyomObk_CYaH2U11Ac3zpp0ahqsw7HcSe-_yEEA_aLlhNnUeGHaMlbuOCgCJvQdVYRPJLeQMMbeCl4iV9Z85qFOY94Y9OrZxsYwWjcFjlxmJ3MIt" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="419" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">D.C.’s Tropea Barber Shop: Home of Straight Edge haircuts</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Joining Gillian on the “Balti-Shorts” program was documentarian <b>Joe Tropea</b>, who co-directed the short </span></span><a href="https://mdff2021.eventive.org/films/fugazi-s-barber-606c90cfcc9446004bd37199" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fugazi’s Barber</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"> - about punk rockers from the bands Nation of Ulysses and Fugazi frequenting an old Italian barber shop in the Cleveland Park neighborhood of Washington D.C. in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s - with Robert A. Emmons Jr. The film could easily have been called Ulysses’ Barber, but while Ian Svenonius’ pompadoured Nation of Ulysses had more hair, Ian MacKaye’s Fugazi had more name recognition (unless you were on the staff of Sassy magazine, which adored frontman Svenonius, calling him </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“</span><a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/style/wp/2014/05/08/how-the-sassiest-boy-in-america-became-the-most-interesting-man-in-rock-and-roll/" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Sassiest Boy in America</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">”</span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"> in 1990). Curiously, the owner of the barbershop is named Frank Tropea, but he is unrelated to the co-director. Tropea’s Barber Shop closed its doors in 1997, but not before Fugazi drummer Brendan Canty got his wedding day haircut there - on the house!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">
Joe Tropea, whose day job is Curator of Films and Photographs at the Maryland Center for History & Culture (formerly the Maryland Historical Society), is no stranger to the MFF, having previously screened <i>Hit & Stay</i> (with co-director Skizz Cyzyk, 2013) and <i>Sickies Making Film </i>with co-writer Emmons, 2018) there. Hit & Stay addressed draft resisters during the Vietnam War, including Baltimore’s famous “Catonsville Nine”; Sickies Making Film looked at the history of Hollywood censorship, with a special focus on John Waters’ one-time nemesis, the Maryland State Censor Board. Both films can be checked out on DVD from the Pratt Library and Sickies Making Film is also available to stream on </span><a href="https://prattlibrary.kanopy.com/video/sickies-making-films" style="text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kanopy</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial;">.)</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 284px; overflow: hidden; width: 201px;"><img height="284" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/ups12bgpoZNmcFcgIOCksO9kTy0Ij2poH6QUwK-Y9j1OQka9Qa7nM91aLsrnbU1GtoEqca9bCugm8sYC-IlM8Hv2Zf-KRebaHXhHyo5S0cJx8M7BlJ8IM1U-EY4AnAC_7DYoU1Sw" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="201" /></span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 285px; overflow: hidden; width: 203px;"><img height="285" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/d_8V3sIMkL0hiOLQ5TrKvKOBX4c8HAYHL0j3sZ9PVZIw6YswxZ0XjB4szH6pPgSOzcvCMtjxvV_D8XTIjhiaNFX1svqP_tBudxbiFmI6dGsjZ82696qtOEEh4Y8KpUqqCwJEJdDe" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="203" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Much closer to home on the opening night shorts program was <b>David Bonnett, Jr.</b>’s <i>The Cal, the Coz and the Streak</i>, which humorously resurrected a notorious internet conspiracy theory linking Baltimore’s “Sacred Cal” of baseball - Cal Ripken, Jr. - with Hollywood womanizer Kevin Costner and a mysterious power outage at Camden Yards in 1997 that kept Ripken’s record consecutive games streak alive. According to the (long debunked) </span></span><a href="https://youtu.be/J2_f3UWJ2Wc" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">internet conspiracy theory</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">, Junior busted his hand after finding Costner in bed with his wife and punching him just before an August 1997 game against the Seattle Mariners; O’s management then allegedly orchestrated the power outage to keep the streak and the media hype going. For, as the saying goes, “when the legend becomes fact, print the legend." The short was filmed at Brewster’s Tavern on Gough Street near Patterson Park. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">
MFF’s opening night feature film <i>Strawberry Mansions</i> - the story of a dystopian future where the government records and taxes dreams - isn’t specifically Balto-centric but its director and crew certainly are. Working again with co-director/star Kentucker Audley and featuring a soundtrack by Baltimore electronic maestro Dan Deacon, it is the fourth and most ambitious feature film yet by Gilman grad and former Johns Hopkins University lecturer <b>Albert Birney</b>. <i>Strawberry Mansions</i> finally got its hometown premier after receiving critical acclaim earlier this year at the Sundance Film Festival. Birney’s previous film with Audley, 2017’s <i>Sylvio</i>, is currently available to stream on </span><a href="https://prattlibrary.kanopy.com/video/sylvio" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Kanopy</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial;">. The story of a mild-mannered Baltimore gorilla who becomes an overnight TV celebrity, Sylvio was named one of the ten-best films of 2017 by <i>New Yorker</i> film critic Richard Brody.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 144px; overflow: hidden; width: 256px;"><img class="CToWUd" height="144" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/1JZ_vD0RPWWhOLfaqCQ9-Rvg77NoReU7fO4tGYpVuE-VXyFx7ChpxqqrXSp4sbZ6UJ2h-UEV9kG6AjFy1UJQM45Wui_1f7KgN5lBU5qiNT7gSGxt-lllLs4XnIbwjXL7dqaNZ8ml" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="256" /></span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 144px; overflow: hidden; width: 256px;"><img class="CToWUd" height="144" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/i3vi5caRO8DdyoyLDp1EeqKM3YG5wU-CsNLRt36WVC0XfeUx-KSoNzcUsRAMO_3txNrzoYGoP8I7JLvFpg08FdIJxBieLED3v7g7nZOGq6omur_D45PsBaeFDzuPohILqMtQIS8L" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="256" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And also returning to this year’s MFF is </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Theo Anthony</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, a filmmaker who splits his time between Baltimore and New York. Anthony’s new film</span><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://mdff2021.eventive.org/films/all-light-everywhere-6071ef4e2cda0e007687b7c5&source=gmail&ust=1621524223174000&usg=AFQjCNHGyaT9VtS__XkHykeufCJ0J8uuPg" href="https://mdff2021.eventive.org/films/all-light-everywhere-6071ef4e2cda0e007687b7c5" style="color: #1155cc; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">All Light, Everywhere</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> is an exploration of “cameras, weapons, policing and justice” in a time of surveillance technology and features a segment on the use of body cams in Baltimore’s police department. And, like Albert Birney's </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Strawberry Mansions</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, it features a soundtrack by Dan Deacon. Anthony previously screened </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rat Film</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, an acclaimed experimental documentary about Baltimore’s “3 Rs” (Race, Red lining, Rats) at MFF 2017. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rat Film</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, which also featured the music of Dan Deacon, is available from Pratt on</span><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://prattlibrary.kanopy.com/video/rat-film&source=gmail&ust=1621524223174000&usg=AFQjCNFdTxQ2IHCLzKovl-vzpQgIv6_H6Q" href="https://prattlibrary.kanopy.com/video/rat-film" style="color: #1155cc; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kanopy</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; 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margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But wait, there’s even more homegrown talent in the Pratt Library's Local Film Collection! Create your own Maryland Film Festival at home by using your library card to watch these “locally-sourced” films about Baltimore people, issues and institutions:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><ul style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><li dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">Native son and JHU film studies teacher </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline;">Matt Porterfield</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">’s </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">Putty Hill </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">and </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">Take What You Can Carry</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> are available on</span><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://prattlibrary.kanopy.com/s?query%3Dporterfield&source=gmail&ust=1621524223174000&usg=AFQjCNFJtNVSLo7omZ_XKNsU5rYHEn-jhg" href="https://prattlibrary.kanopy.com/s?query=porterfield" style="color: #1155cc; 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font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">Putty Hill </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">are available from Pratt on</span><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/results?qu%3Dmatt%2Bporterfield%26te%3D%26rt%3Dfalse%257C%257C%257CAUTHOR%257C%257C%257CAuthor&source=gmail&ust=1621524223174000&usg=AFQjCNExmdE3KQg2rbuq_8562CX2eFh3Cg" href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/results?qu=matt+porterfield&te=&rt=false%7C%7C%7CAUTHOR%7C%7C%7CAuthor" style="color: #1155cc; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">DVD</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">.</span></p></li><li dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">MICA grad </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline;">Lofty Nathan</span><span style="background-color: transparent; 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font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> (2013) follows the exploits of a notorious West Baltimore dirt bike pack as seen through the eyes of an impressional adolescent.</span></p></li><li dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">Park School grad </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline;">Amanda Lipitz</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">’s</span><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1839$002fSD_ILS:1839921/ada?rt%3DCKEY%257C%257C%257CCKEY%257C%257C%257Cfalse&source=gmail&ust=1621524223174000&usg=AFQjCNF_CGMYRpevvyB0D2hQDaOsroNJ_w" href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1839$002fSD_ILS:1839921/ada?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse" style="color: #1155cc; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">Step</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">is the story of three high school students at the Baltimore Leadership School for Young Women as they work hard at their studies just as much as their “step team” dance moves.</span></p></li></ul>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com65tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-71951676973067683722021-03-12T15:27:00.010-05:002021-03-13T11:14:06.166-05:00"Elysium": Lincoln F. Johnson's 1961 film about Baltimore painted screens<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i>I only recently discovered this film in the Pratt Library's 16mm film collection. It is an early celebration of Baltimore's rich painted window screen heritage, then at its height before the advent of air conditioning and changing times shuttered the tradition.</i> - Tom Warner</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f21$002fSD_ILS:21380/ada?rt=CKEY|||CKEY|||false">Elysium</a> </b>(1961)
</i>(Directed by Lincoln F. Johnson,14 minutes, color, 16mm film)</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">
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This study of the painted screens found in the windows of East Baltimore explores, with sympathetic irony, the contrast between the idyllic imagery of the screens and the metropolitan environment in which they appear; investigates the life of the streets; suggests something of the beauty and humor of the ordinary; and witnesses the painting of a screen by <b>Richard Octavec </b>(also spelled as “Oktavec”). </span></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojm-GmtxY7iVvSfdda0yL5QjpWFwCRCIkEFCJ1jKQzmv2p7a17BHydmpCqyHyPqIWbA8rS16ml_TXGFzjNZits1TKu1MIjsuvWtvAPh132gBYcYbF3QSowq3VeHC3Jgphz7w0VQ/s1061/RichardOktavec.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="1061" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojm-GmtxY7iVvSfdda0yL5QjpWFwCRCIkEFCJ1jKQzmv2p7a17BHydmpCqyHyPqIWbA8rS16ml_TXGFzjNZits1TKu1MIjsuvWtvAPh132gBYcYbF3QSowq3VeHC3Jgphz7w0VQ/w320-h248/RichardOktavec.jpg" title="Richard Oktavec painting a window screen" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><i>Richard Oktavec painting a window screen</i></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">
Richard was the son of <b>William Oktavec</b>, who founded Baltimore’s <a href="http://paintedscreens.org/history.html">painted screen tradition</a> in 1913 and passed it down through three generations of his family (as documented in “<a href="http://oktavecspaintedscreens.yolasite.com/">Oktavec’s Painted Window Screens</a>”). A fixture in Baltimore’s Northeast Bohemian (Czech) community, William Oktavec initially sold screens at his Collington and Ashland Avenue corner grocery before opening <a href="https://www.baltimoresun.com/maryland/baltimore-city/bs-md-painted-screens-0930-20130930-story.html">The Art Shop</a> (which is shown in the film) at 2409 East Monument Street in 1922, where he sold paintings "by the thousands" and taught art classes. (One of his students was Baltimore native <b>Johnny Eck</b>,<b> </b>star of Tod Browning’s 1932 film <i>Freaks</i>). </span></span><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The film also includes a narration in verse adapted from Michael Drayton's <i><a href="http://spenserians.cath.vt.edu/TextRecord.php?action=GET&textsid=33306">The Muses' Elyzium</a></i> (1630), which is set against a background of street noises and the improvisations of a jazz combo (The Furys), which at one point plays <b>"<a href="https://youtu.be/GPQmwPLOmZY">Madison Time</a>”</b> - a Top 40 hit for <b>Ray Bryant</b> (uncle of <i>The Tonight Show With Jay Leno</i> bandleader Kevin Eubanks) that in 1960 became a national dance craze rivaling The Twist after the “Madison steps” (which ranged from tracing an <i>M </i>on the floor to mimicking Jackie Gleason’s “and away we go” gesture) were popularized on Baltimore TV's <i>The Buddy Deane Show</i> - as young African-American girls are shown dancing the steps on the sidewalk.</span></span><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAl5XUPBoiamKp4t8oU5_9rS_NXgVwNyPP3Kc2sxEFrdhmf4xEmwYXfi32I1PSPC67p67NGF3zpd_q-AP4CW58ICarV_flwA43XxIHWjVkFgsdvzSXZr-pXonyLLogyk6V1CMh_Q/s834/MadisonTime.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAl5XUPBoiamKp4t8oU5_9rS_NXgVwNyPP3Kc2sxEFrdhmf4xEmwYXfi32I1PSPC67p67NGF3zpd_q-AP4CW58ICarV_flwA43XxIHWjVkFgsdvzSXZr-pXonyLLogyk6V1CMh_Q/s320/MadisonTime.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Young girls dancing "The Madison"</i></div></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Two local Black DJs, <b><a href="https://www.baltimoresun.com/news/bs-xpm-2009-04-04-0904030145-story.html">Al Brown</a></b> and <b>Eddie Morrison</b>, released separate recordings of the song in 1960 and <i>The Buddy Deane Show</i> version, called "The Madison," featured Al Brown and his Tunetoppers calling out instructions to the teenage dancers. The Madison was later featured in both Jean-Luc Godard’s <i><a href="https://youtu.be/u1MKUJN7vUk">Band of Outsiders</a></i> (1964) and John Waters’ <i><a href="https://youtu.be/BVaDyzv2ig4">Hairspray</a> </i>(1988).</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbdGIH_3vEzeccB-no-JZutrEzBy-o4ED8PHaAhTZqKeVWgRqCk0Xw8XFfS2yJLExpzymCrvZDux1Tjz7dB_kcKXzEa5fOCSY-XiIylhTdvPUfpxeac3v1N1BbfmvPuRse6QerQ/s645/Madison.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="645" data-original-width="599" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbdGIH_3vEzeccB-no-JZutrEzBy-o4ED8PHaAhTZqKeVWgRqCk0Xw8XFfS2yJLExpzymCrvZDux1Tjz7dB_kcKXzEa5fOCSY-XiIylhTdvPUfpxeac3v1N1BbfmvPuRse6QerQ/s320/Madison.webp" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Al Brown calls out "The Madison"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqQefvItehDdtbvzLI0R-E-3-1gGlcbX7YzN-1NiKqbCgP-p7sZANOCjTwwvMdSVQO8Ci8CvTytr1scwP4vLVkrNo-IvIXRbmHnvNKGiV5FDLYi4AlLMhi7Uy6Lw2kDm8VD7rcA/s355/Madison2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="355" data-original-width="351" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqQefvItehDdtbvzLI0R-E-3-1gGlcbX7YzN-1NiKqbCgP-p7sZANOCjTwwvMdSVQO8Ci8CvTytr1scwP4vLVkrNo-IvIXRbmHnvNKGiV5FDLYi4AlLMhi7Uy6Lw2kDm8VD7rcA/s320/Madison2.jpg" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Al Brown's Tunetoppers featuring Cookie Brown</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Skillfully edited scenes also offer commentary on the verses and contrasting images: a shot of flowers is juxtaposed with one depicting the metal petals of a window rotary fan; a window display of brassieres is followed by an image of teat-shaped balloons at a festival; a painted screen of a bucolic horse-drawn fruit vendor is followed by footage of a Baltimore “Arabber” cart slowly making its way down a city street. Verses about rural landscapes are recited over scenes of Baltimore’s Block. Formstone, another Baltimore tradition, is seen everywhere, framing the painted screens.</span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Elysium </i>was written and directed by <b>Dr. Lincoln F. Johnson</b>, an art historian and teacher who chaired the fine arts department at Goucher College until his retirement in 1985. A painter himself, Johnson championed film as the 20th Century’s major artistic medium and in the 1960s helped organize the Maryland Film Festival (later the Film Forum). </span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">Johnson was the author of the book </span><i style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f334$002fSD_ILS:334462/ada?rt=CKEY|||CKEY|||false">Film: Space, Time, Light and Sound</a></i><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (1974) and in the 1970s wrote art criticism for </span><i style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Baltimore Sun </i><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">and introduced films shown at the </span><b style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">Enoch Pratt Free Library</b><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUFcGF9P-v9Daft3KhWMKIlHRW7ESAod6tVlbnkXwm7jN-bkyKdi_XK5CAiDu6I3iaimFjmnlR0lz8o5cJkpSlZ25PiDvGiUQCHM-EhgTspD1B-SPx1MUfDfu3UqU9yyeTFkx2A/s499/Film.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="399" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUFcGF9P-v9Daft3KhWMKIlHRW7ESAod6tVlbnkXwm7jN-bkyKdi_XK5CAiDu6I3iaimFjmnlR0lz8o5cJkpSlZ25PiDvGiUQCHM-EhgTspD1B-SPx1MUfDfu3UqU9yyeTFkx2A/s320/Film.jpg" /></a></div><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">"My ideas lead in the direction of poetic documentary, as far as educational films are concerned,” he told the </span><i>Baltimore Sun</i><span style="font-family: Arial;"> in 1968. He explained he was interested in making films about Baltimore that examined “vanishing aspects” of its culture and contrasted the different levels of society in the city. </span></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of those different social levels in the city was its African-American community. That’s why the film segment showing young Black girls dancing the Madison was significant. As Mary Rizzo observes in <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Come-Be-Shocked-Baltimore-beyond/dp/1421437910">Come And Be Shocked: Baltimore Beyond John Waters and The Wire</a></i> (Johns Hopkins University Press, 2020), “The Madison symbolized the complicated cultural politics of race in Baltimore.” Though it was created by Black Chicagoans and popularized by two Black Baltimore DJs, it was only after “it was featured on the segregated <i>Buddy Deane Show</i> that ensured that white teens in Baltimore and, soon enough, the rest of the country, would be dipping and swaying in Madison time.”</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Elysium</i> is also a wonderful time capsule capturing the architecture, fashion and culture of the city before the many changes that were to come in the turbulent 1960s. But many traditions have endured the winds of change: Formstone, painted screens, Arabbers, street cars (now called “light rail”) and even the notorious Block have stood the test of time.
Dr. Johnson died in Towson in May 2001, age 80; the <i>Baltimore Sun</i>'s Jacques Kelly wrote a touching <a href="https://www.baltimoresun.com/news/bs-xpm-2001-05-10-0105100390-story.html">obituary</a>. <i>Elysium </i>was photographed by <b>Roland Read</b>; the music was composed by <b>Sherodd Albritton</b>, then a Goucher music professor; and the verse was narrated by <b>Hilary Hinrichs</b>, whose rich, drawling intonation reminds me of Hermione Gingold if she was a poetry professor. </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In a clever touch, <i>Elysium</i>'s opening and ending credits are superimposed over painted screens.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj45xvjVqDDEtwLzUyIAy8wfG70eNEIU0KB4LeZ_H1wwmr8h10rTyCRTLolhbJ8rMyOVXyXhlf-gnU-uVpjqTstzKdqheQCZknE19lKFP3tKruIoFbHrF8lfMZuFn7ImO2ITPWyfg/s1302/ElysiumTitleCard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></span></p></div></div>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-13753366403888691892020-11-30T14:05:00.017-05:002020-12-04T11:34:34.869-05:00Murder In the Stacks<div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Remembering Pratt's Star Turn On Homicide</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">[This post was originally written for the library's blog page.]</span></div><p><span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TtL4siqtUcAwvXpV3XiQWryPyUuQOa5noK-iDQ7RFdcNC9EmH-bac1YqE09rAdt0aQJxf_ibubmjbxZUCm-NB-8uVydxShBK6sgDQv7t7R1pUsM0Ex8mM33QO0_azZwx-rCQgw/s977/149Pen.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="631" data-original-width="977" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TtL4siqtUcAwvXpV3XiQWryPyUuQOa5noK-iDQ7RFdcNC9EmH-bac1YqE09rAdt0aQJxf_ibubmjbxZUCm-NB-8uVydxShBK6sgDQv7t7R1pUsM0Ex8mM33QO0_azZwx-rCQgw/s320/149Pen.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>A pen, like love, is "A Many Splendored Thing"<br /></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Enoch Pratt Central Library has enjoyed an impressive acting career, having played itself in a number of television and film appearances, from a 1961 supporting role in CBS’ popular television series </span><a href="https://www.hoopladigital.com/search?page=1&q=route+66&scope=TELEVISION&type=direct" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Route 66</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> to a cameo in the 2017 Netflix mini-series </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Keepers</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. But its greatest role was as the crime scene of a bizarre murder in the 1994 Season 2 finale of NBC’s </span><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/en_US/default/search/results?qu=homicide%3A+life+on+the+streets&qf=LIBRARY%09Library%091%3ABESTNEXT%09Best+and+Next+-+Central+Library&qf=ITYPE%09Material+Type%091%3ADVDFREE%09DVDFREE" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Homicide: Life On the Street</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. That episode, “A Many Splendored Thing” - about a man with a pen fetish who shoots another man at the Central Library after arguing over a $1.49 pen - was based on a </span><a href="https://apnews.com/article/1ff28a71a29c528159b3906000aaf841" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">real-life killing</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> that took place at a donut shop in Severna Park, MD on August 25, 1993. “A Many Splendored Thing” is available on the </span><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1985$002fSD_ILS:1985277/ada?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Homicide: Life On the Street - Seasons 1 & 2</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> DVD and may be checked out from Pratt through their </span><a href="https://www.prattlibrary.org/services/sidewalk-service" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sidewalk Service</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> or </span><a href="https://www.prattlibrary.org/services/books-by-mail" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Books-by-Mail</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> services.</span></span></p><p><span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKetk4zqKuEL_8RX77fTpdOEQpx1ofUQFG-tGEoOklHJ-z0qyBuHID6iTdyFfv4NlI2vVtVVw4P3QZY463R5WI9Qhb2G9SFjBcxV7njmcpX6K4ePzojWddUOomQggeDfd8hmDedw/s243/Homicide2DVD.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="243" data-original-width="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKetk4zqKuEL_8RX77fTpdOEQpx1ofUQFG-tGEoOklHJ-z0qyBuHID6iTdyFfv4NlI2vVtVVw4P3QZY463R5WI9Qhb2G9SFjBcxV7njmcpX6K4ePzojWddUOomQggeDfd8hmDedw/s0/Homicide2DVD.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Pratt Central stars in "Homicide" Season 2</i></td></tr></tbody></table><span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span id="docs-internal-guid-7aa87f56-7fff-98d6-60d5-195956807fba"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“A Many Splendored Thing” was nominated for a 1994 Writers Guild of America Award for Best Screenplay of an Episodic Drama and </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Baltimore Sun</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> rated it one of the ten best episodes of the Baltimore-based series - based on the book by David Simon and executive-produced by Barry Levinson - that ran for seven seasons from 1993-1999.</span></span></p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMxAd-stZl-MxlTH5xR5YS5ro8kUU-O6ywsU3nrsKxJYKQatLOGo4-ZvQwBdvTosS5sV1pAlACu9ieEaHRMk01DZgENJGIZReN2Sm3j3uuRBwBZHUfbM5fSb2_c4NcffZ7oQb_Q/s506/ClueCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="271" data-original-width="506" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMxAd-stZl-MxlTH5xR5YS5ro8kUU-O6ywsU3nrsKxJYKQatLOGo4-ZvQwBdvTosS5sV1pAlACu9ieEaHRMk01DZgENJGIZReN2Sm3j3uuRBwBZHUfbM5fSb2_c4NcffZ7oQb_Q/w320-h171/ClueCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span id="docs-internal-guid-1c2b064d-7fff-d060-3abc-db0dc4e47103"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As in the board game </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Clue</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, the plot featured a “Mr. Boddy” discovered in the library - specifically, Pratt’s Social Science & History (SSH) Department - shot to death by a gun. There, detectives Meldrick Lewis (Clark Johnson) and Steve Crocetti (Jon Polito) identify the victim as a Mr. Max Zintak, with Crocetti cracking, “</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Either it's murder or this library has a very strict overdue book policy.”</span></span></p><p><span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0JpyIfacDmbZnvnIC638h8rLvaGzHpiscXkTMu6q7dTrl_qz3DcLodOsDNuo3HLQD8EUuYTfxhtYD0kEbBuiJr7AFnvYxo2W2ffD3nQ9-4xSooQ2RildIF6KaD19fexJilveeg/s983/HomicideLibraryCorpse.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="983" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0JpyIfacDmbZnvnIC638h8rLvaGzHpiscXkTMu6q7dTrl_qz3DcLodOsDNuo3HLQD8EUuYTfxhtYD0kEbBuiJr7AFnvYxo2W2ffD3nQ9-4xSooQ2RildIF6KaD19fexJilveeg/s320/HomicideLibraryCorpse.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Mr. Boddy in the Library, permanently checked out</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">A number of past and present Pratt librarians remember the famous <i>Homicide </i>"shoot."</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I was there that day," says Special Collection's <b>Davetta Parker</b>, now in her 40th year at Pratt. "I remember them setting up downstairs in the stacks and working their way up to Wheeler Auditorium."</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"My memories of that shoot are more a matter of what I did not see," recalls retired Pratt librarian <b>Bob Burke</b>, a former SSH Department head who in 1993 was working in the Sights & Sounds audiovisual department. "No Frank Pendleton down in the stacks, no sign of Munch in the photocopy room, no Gee slamming the door to Wheeler, not even Kay Howard or Tim Bayliss interviewing potential suspects in the staff lounge. But the one item of interest that I did see was a fully dressed, splayed-out dummy on the stage in Wheeler - definitely not something you would expect to see during a typical day at Central!"</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"It was before my time at Pratt," <b>John Damond</b>, Manager of Pratt's Business, Science & Technology Department, adds. "But the one thing I remember about that episode was the detective interviewing the librarian and calling her 'Miss.' 'It's<i> Mrs</i>,' she replied, holding up her wedding ring. 'Everyone always assumes all librarians are old maids!' I thought that was funny."</span></div><div><br /></div><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOxy5EqpWX-K7IOQbX6vob6JeZshL-VR4-ufXLG4CwjkkK_BNmKkXWtCH9wA7-tbxM_0NIUY_HnIYKScu4u1jxGH9cjHt5MnrvX2SmjNgrOF3xRjseU3vnQyw1xnV2GYJfPQucA/s995/HomicideSSHDept.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="645" data-original-width="995" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOxy5EqpWX-K7IOQbX6vob6JeZshL-VR4-ufXLG4CwjkkK_BNmKkXWtCH9wA7-tbxM_0NIUY_HnIYKScu4u1jxGH9cjHt5MnrvX2SmjNgrOF3xRjseU3vnQyw1xnV2GYJfPQucA/s320/HomicideSSHDept.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Lewis and Crocetti interview Mrs. Newdow in the SSH Department</i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-15a5834a-7fff-6ad5-5851-66260c71938d"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is indeed a great scene. When detectives Lewis and Crocetti interview the librarian, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mrs</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Newdow (Jane Beard), about the shooting, she explains that the suspect asked to borrow a pen from the victim and they had a friendly conversation (“I even had to tell them to </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">shush</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> once.”). But when the shooter offered to buy the pen from the victim, he refused, saying “It's just a $1.49 pen and it's the only one I have. You can buy one anywhere.” Then, according to Mrs. Newdow, “The man who shot the man who got shot took out a gun and he shot him. He just kept on firing. It was very noisy!”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyx3pNtKI_nJNQDDh8xDMi6NyrjE4b02FW_w0nLcdGZqXOpVcS6_AabmYY7aiM_HAk4o9bmMj2obJLHbeUb0F11ZijyBcCUo7-kQEPPKNUA1LmaPZ_k85G_a4OJEEgE3UoMSpCQ/s975/HomicideLibrarian.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="975" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyx3pNtKI_nJNQDDh8xDMi6NyrjE4b02FW_w0nLcdGZqXOpVcS6_AabmYY7aiM_HAk4o9bmMj2obJLHbeUb0F11ZijyBcCUo7-kQEPPKNUA1LmaPZ_k85G_a4OJEEgE3UoMSpCQ/s320/HomicideLibrarian.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>SSH Librarian Mrs. Newdow: "I even had to tell them to shush!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br style="font-size: 14.6667px; text-align: left;" /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-b049a78a-7fff-b773-50ad-5a166979871d"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />As the victim is wheeled past him on a gurney, an incredulous Lewis says, “There's gotta be more to this than a lousy five-and-dime ink pen.” Crocetti thinks not, recalling another local killing over a pair of sneakers. “Yeah, sneakers,” Lewis sighs. “Baltimore, home of the misdemeanor homicide.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-style: normal;"></span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnZiSwh1r0Gl3bcrI2U3ApqUfJvzeBEvrq-z12E9d8YJxEwRDq2wACVcDTSxonE8_lNuVriqdtKbL9IViqBTQ4O42ivyJWXIRGeyJBiBmxElw7A8_QRfO4BIv_W-vlctoQElf8A/s981/HOmicideCrocettiLewis.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="981" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnZiSwh1r0Gl3bcrI2U3ApqUfJvzeBEvrq-z12E9d8YJxEwRDq2wACVcDTSxonE8_lNuVriqdtKbL9IViqBTQ4O42ivyJWXIRGeyJBiBmxElw7A8_QRfO4BIv_W-vlctoQElf8A/s320/HOmicideCrocettiLewis.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"There's gotta be more to this than a lousy five-and-dime ink pen!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The killer is later identified as Mitchell Forman (Sal S. Kousaa), a former Spring Grove hospital patient. "Insane asylum," Lewis snorts, to which Crocetti replies, "You don't say <i>insane </i>anymore, Meldrick. You say <i>mental health disorder</i>...and you don't say <i>asylum</i> anymore, you say <i>diagnostic center</i>." Lewis dismissively concludes the discussion with a single word: "Nutcase!"</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lewis stands by his assessment after a visit to Forman's apartment, which is furnished from floor-to-ceiling with nothing but pens. But Lewis later comes to understand the pen fetishist's obsession when he talks him down from a rooftop suicide attempt by promising to write his life story. "What pen will you use?" Forman asks. "This one," Lewis replies, holding up his own prized gold pen, given to him by his dying grandmother. "Oh, very nice!" says a transfixed Forman, who then surrenders.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZq76D33trBXjkUHzbO8jdgDZFibHlqUTF8nMiZZXBOMga2wzl8VQsrOCUonsuYL9MIdsfgf3OnOFsrzGqdYfElUZGudyY-Ck2GobEuWzOJyNiwezVDXIusANZECogKf0NE3WyQ/s983/LewisPenKiller.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="729" data-original-width="983" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZq76D33trBXjkUHzbO8jdgDZFibHlqUTF8nMiZZXBOMga2wzl8VQsrOCUonsuYL9MIdsfgf3OnOFsrzGqdYfElUZGudyY-Ck2GobEuWzOJyNiwezVDXIusANZECogKf0NE3WyQ/s320/LewisPenKiller.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Lewis promises to write Forman's story with a good pen</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">But all that glitters in life isn't gold. In the episode's coda, Lewis, sensing the futility in being overly attached to material possessions, gives his coveted gold pen to detective Beau Felton (Daniel Baldwin). After all, as he earlier confided to Crocetti, "I love this pen, but not enough to die for it." Or, to kill for it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"A Many Spendored Thing" is notable for a number of reasons besides its "Central casting" of Pratt Library.</span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"></span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This episode was the final appearance of </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jon Polito</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> as detective Steve Crocetti (1993-1994). </span></li></ul><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYY7FSGyml754azKc4_C38nOr0VXlagn7YrHFgn24S5KqqzCOTgiXUPsx0HLMhf7FdadzACFHmDGy5yzLK4wIgohyphenhyphenjc4Lur78znvnYBHUcAHjznaCFXok06DDv6Yz8iPh7HBnlA/s225/Marglies.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYY7FSGyml754azKc4_C38nOr0VXlagn7YrHFgn24S5KqqzCOTgiXUPsx0HLMhf7FdadzACFHmDGy5yzLK4wIgohyphenhyphenjc4Lur78znvnYBHUcAHjznaCFXok06DDv6Yz8iPh7HBnlA/s0/Marglies.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Julianna Margulies as Linda</i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span id="docs-internal-guid-4dd14e64-7fff-4abf-e577-d00889d5e354"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The episode featured guest appearances of future TV star </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Julianna Margulies</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Good Wife</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">) and indie film darling </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Adrienne Shelly</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (</span><a href="https://www.hoopladigital.com/search?page=1&q=unbelievable+truth&scope=MOVIE&type=direct" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Unbelievable Truth</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, </span><a href="https://www.hoopladigital.com/title/11374855" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Trust</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, </span><a href="https://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f1401$002fSD_ILS:1401108/ada?rt=CKEY%7C%7C%7CCKEY%7C%7C%7Cfalse" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Waitress</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">). Margulies plays Linda, the violin-playing waitress girlfriend of Stanley “The Big Man” Bolander (Ned Beatty), while Shelly portrays Tanya Quinn, the owner of The Leather Chain, a S&M fashion store that seems to be modeled after the old Leather Underground boutique on Read Street. At one point, detective Tim Bayliss (Kyle Secor), concerned about the risks Shelly takes in her S&M role playing, asks “If you know you could be killed, then why keep doing it?” The scene is eerily prescient, for the </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Homicide </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">actress later became a <a href="https://filmdaily.co/news/adrienne-shelly/">homicide victim</a> when she was strangled to death in her Greenwich Village apartment in 2006.</span></span></li></ul><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGx7wbTH0bQf61PHpLlKPQxnXVtMtA-Ci0MeQLGWn68n21Ku5GzlekkkLsTycrP1cCyFik7lzngh68W-vLS1rKmB11YlQk_ffbbCWLTXzfLJ5guJ2nXLs41gYLaWvynjv9LHjPFQ/s250/Homicide_life_on_the_street_a_many_splendored_thing.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="250" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGx7wbTH0bQf61PHpLlKPQxnXVtMtA-Ci0MeQLGWn68n21Ku5GzlekkkLsTycrP1cCyFik7lzngh68W-vLS1rKmB11YlQk_ffbbCWLTXzfLJ5guJ2nXLs41gYLaWvynjv9LHjPFQ/w320-h260/Homicide_life_on_the_street_a_many_splendored_thing.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Kyle Secor and Andre Braugher interview Adrienne Shelly</i></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span id="docs-internal-guid-f1d0ed77-7fff-0206-edf5-a8fa936cd0a4"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Local connections abound in this episode and the series as a whole: the casting director was none other than </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pat Moran</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, most famous for her work on John Waters’ films, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Wire</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> and HBO’s </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Veep</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Another John Waters regular, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Vincent Peranio</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, was production designer. Both worked on </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Homicide </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">for its entire series run. And filmmaker </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mark Pellington</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Arlington Road, The Mothman Prophecies, Henry Poole Is Here</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">), son of legendary Baltimore Colts linebacker </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bill Pellington</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, created the series' opening title sequence. The St. Paul’s School for Boys graduate is perhaps best known for his award-winning music video for Pearl Jam’s “Jeremy” (1992) and his portrayal of an irate director in </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jerry Maguire</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (1996).</span></span></li></ul></div></div>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com84tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-56651215283377882862018-08-20T11:24:00.001-04:002020-12-04T11:33:03.332-05:00Everybody Goes To Gino's Fan Appreciation Day<a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Tom-and-Gino1.jpg"><img alt="" class="size-full wp-image-5520" height="768" src="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Tom-and-Gino1.jpg" title="Tom and Gino" width="1024" /></a>
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<em>Colts legend and Gino's co-founder Gino Marchetti signs autograph for fanboy Tom Warner</em>
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<i>By Tom Warner (Baltimore or Less, October 9, 2011)</i>
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TOWSON, MD. - Former Baltimore Colts "Hall of Famer" and Gino's restaurant chain co-founder <strong>Gino Marchetti</strong> hosted a "Fan Appreciation Day" along with other Colts alumuni this past Sunday at the newly opened <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ginos-Burgers-and-Chicken/305119267121">Gino's Burgers and Chicken</a> store on the corner of Joppa and LaSalle Road in Towson. Gino was joined by former Colts favorites and fellow Hall of Famers Art Donovan and Lenny Moore, as well as Jim Mutscheller, Stan White and Toni Linhart, who all graciously (and patiently) signed autographs and chatted with the long lines of fans and restaurant patrons that queued up with all sorts of signature-worthy memorabilia (everything from helmets and jerseys to Memorial Stadium seats and Looney Tunes Football cartoon posters) between 11 a.m. and 3 p.m. Also on hand were proud sons Chad Unitas (looking like a clone of his Hall of Fame quarterback dad Johnny U.) and Mike Campanella (son of former Colts linebacker and general manager Joe Campanella), not to mention two very shapely and personable Ravens cheerleaders (though I think they work out a lot and avoid most of the items on the Gino's menu) .
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<em>"Oh, bother!" Tom Warner grudgingly agreed to pose with Ravens cheerleader Amanda.</em>
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Gino Marchetti, now 85 and living outside Philadephia, co-founded the hamburger chain bearing his name along with fellow Colts legend Alan Ameche and friend Louis Fischer back in 1957. The first Gino's brand restaurant opened in 1959 at 4009 North Point Road in Dundalk; the last Gino's, an independently-owned restaurant located in Pasadena, closed in 1991. At its peak, there were over 350 Gino's franchises operating up and down the East Coast corridor. Gino's was subsequently acquired by the Marriott Corporation in 1982, who converted locations to their Roy Rogers Restaurant chain, but only recently resurfaced under a new name, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ginos-Burgers-and-Chicken/305119267121">Gino's Burgers and Chicken</a>, which opened its doors at the inaugural Baltimore-area location in Towson earlier this summer. The new Gino's menu reflects meals similar to those from the '50s (hamburgers, milkshakes, french fries, and the Gino's Giant), albeit prices a tad higher than those on the '50s menu shown below.
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<a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Ginos-Menu.jpg"><img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-5510" height="300" src="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Ginos-Menu-197x300.jpg" title="Gino's Menu" width="197" /></a>
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<em>Vintage Gino's 15-cent Hamburgers menu</em>
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Baltimore Sun reporter <a href="http://mobile.latimes.com/p.p?a=rp&m=b&postId=972966&curAbsIndex=3&resultsUrl=DID%3D6%26DFCL%3D1000%26DSB%3Drank%2523desc%26DBFQ%3DuserId%253A46%26DL.w%3D%26DL.d%3D10%26DQ%3DsectionId%253A5901%26DPS%3D0%26DPL%3D10">Chris Kaltenbach</a> quoted Gino as saying of the occasion, "It's always good to come to Baltimore. It brings back a lot of good memories."
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The feeling was certainly reciprocal going by the happy, smiling faces lined up outside Gino's restaurant on this glorious sunny day.
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<a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Fatso-book.jpg"><img alt="" class="alignright size-full wp-image-5534" height="300" src="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Fatso-book.jpg" title="Fatso book" width="300" /></a>Admittedly, I stood in line for over an hour because I was hoping to get my copy of Art Donovan's hilarious memoir <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fatso-Football-When-Were-Really/dp/0688073409">Fatso: Football When Men Were Men</a></em> (1987) signed by the big galoot himself, but word soon filtered through the long fan queue that Artie had pulled out early. That was alright by me, as I still had my original Gino's menu for Gino to sign and was enjoying the company of my queue-mates. In front of me were <strong>Stefan Falk</strong>, who wore a Johnny Unitas jersey and carried his Memorial Stadium season-ticket-holder seat plank while recounting all of Artie's madcap exploits...
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[caption id="attachment_5546" align="alignnone" width="1024" caption="True Blue: Stefan Falk holds up his beloved Colts seat plank from Memorial Stadium"]<a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/StefanFalkSeatPlankShot.jpg"><img alt="" class="size-full wp-image-5546" height="768" src="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/StefanFalkSeatPlankShot.jpg" title="StefanFalkSeatPlankShot" width="1024" /></a>[/caption]
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...and the charming couple <strong>Don and Sharon Engelman</strong>.
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Don, who's a cartoon cell art collector in addition to being a football fan, was carrying a huge poster of Looney Tunes cartoon characters playing football that he had systematically gotten various Colts players to sign over the years. He said his goal was to get signatures from all the Colts Hall of Famers, and he rued having missed getting <strong>Jim Parker</strong> (1934-2005) who, he laughed, "went and died on me before I got the chance."
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[caption id="attachment_5543" align="alignnone" width="768" caption="Don Engleman unveils his Looney Tunes Football poster"]<a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Don-Engleman-Poster.jpg"><img alt="" class="size-full wp-image-5543" height="1024" src="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Don-Engleman-Poster.jpg" title="Don Engleman Poster" width="768" /></a>[/caption]
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It turned out that Don and Sharon live down the street in Hampden from my high school teacher and friend Mike Makarovich (we do truly live in Smalltimore!). Don had forgotten his camera, and Stefan's camera batteries ran out, so I assured the fellows that I would snap photos of them with Gino and e-mail them later. Behind me was a nice mom with her two boys; like me, she didn't know much about football, and she periodically asked me, "Who's that? Is he a Colt? What position did he play?" Some questions I could answer, others I referred to Don and Stefan, who knew everybody. All I knew was that you could tell football old-timers because they all hobbled when they walked; it's a cruel game physically, but the mental and aesthetic rewards were obvious - I had only to look at the long lines of Colts fans to see that.
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Aesthetically, I'm not into football at all, but there was something about the old Colts that seemed to transcend the game to me. It may all be a case of hindsight-is-golden myth-making and too many reruns of Barry Levinson's <em>Diner,</em> but it truly seemed like a different game back in the era of Johnny U. and Raymond Berry and Lenny Moore and Alan Ameche and Gino Marchetti. A time of <em>characters</em>. Artie Donovan called it the era "when men were really men," which may sound corny like something John Ford would have said about his Westerns starring John Wayne, but it did seem like a more innocent time, one before steroids and college recruiting scandals and people looking on the NFL as standing for the National Felons League. Or, as Donovan said in <em>Fatso</em>, "Not like these bums today with their briefcases and goddamn stock portfolios. I played with some wild teams with some wild guys during some wild times."
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As we stood in line, former Colts players like <strong>Stan White</strong> and <strong>Toni Linhart</strong> came up to greet <em>us</em>, always saying things like "Thanks for remembering me" or "It's good to be remembered" and "Thanks for coming out." <em>Good, good, good vibrations.</em>
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[caption id="attachment_5548" align="alignnone" width="768" caption="Stan White signs Stefan Falk's Memorial Stadium seat plank"]<a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/StanTheManSignsForFan.jpg"><img alt="" class="size-full wp-image-5548" height="1024" src="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/StanTheManSignsForFan.jpg" title="StanTheManSignsForFan" width="768" /></a>[/caption]
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I especially enjoyed talking to Toni Linhart, one of the first European soccer-style field-goal kickers in the NFL, which is hardly surprising given his soccer pedigree. When I asked Toni if he still followed the European soccer leagues, he said he remained a fan of Bayern Munich. "They were the big club when I was growing up, the one everyone wanted to play for." Some things never change, as far as that goes with the current Bundesliga frontrunners. When I mentioned how much I loved FC Barcelona, Toni said he sees Mr. Barcelona himself, former Dutch national and Barcelona star <strong>Johan Cruyff</strong>, every year at his Native Vision youth soccer camp in New Mexico. "It doesn't get more Barcelona connection that that, eh?" he said. No it doesn't, Toni. Well played sir!
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I eventually got my face time with the Gino Giant himself, and he smiled looking at my vintage Gino's menu from the '50s. (But he ignored my request to honor the printed price of 15 cents for a plain hamburger! He is, after all, a businessman now.)
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But I was happiest on this day for Don Engleman and Stefan Falk when they finally got to to meet and greet #72, Gino Marchetti. Gino was clearly amused by all the memorabilia Stefan had, especially the seat plank, which he gladly signed.
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[caption id="attachment_5549" align="alignnone" width="768" caption="'Have a seat, Gino!' Stefan Falk gets Gino to sign his Colts seat plank."]<a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/StefanAndGinoWithPlank.jpg"><img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-5549" height="1024" src="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/StefanAndGinoWithPlank.jpg" title="StefanAndGinoWithPlank" width="768" /></a>[/caption]
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And Gino seemed intrigued by Don Engleman's Looney Tunes autograph project.
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The mom in line behind me was a former school teacher who didn't know a lot about the old Colts, but she knew her two young boys would one day thank her for the opportunity to meet a football legend. I was happy for her family, too.
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And me? Though I missed seeing Artie Donovan (with whom I had an admittedly loose connection - my wedding reception was held at his Valley Country Club), it still felt kind of momentous meeting Gino Marchetti because it brought me back to my beginnings. You see, Gino's started the year <em>I</em> started, 1957. In fact, looking at that old Gino's menu was kind of like looking at my birth certificate. So not only was 1957 the year the Russians launched Sputnik, thus jump-starting the Great Space Race, but it was also the year Gino's launched, kick-starting the Great Colts Restaurant Race (Johnny U's Golden Arm, Ordell Braasie's Flaming Pit, Bill Pellington's Iron Horse Restaurant, and so on - a tradition that carries on in a different uniform with Raven Ray Lewis's Full Moon Bar-B-Que in Canton). So, as Frank Sinatra would sing, <em>"It was a very good year..."</em> Thank you Gino!
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<strong>Vintage Gino's Commercials:</strong>
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<a href="http://youtu.be/6l0WwFzaWvA">Watch a Soupy Sales (as Paul Revere) Gino's Ad</a><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6l0WwFzaWvA" width="420"></iframe>
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<a href="http://youtu.be/hNAKRglg1JM">Watch Gino's soulful '70s R&B commercial</a>
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<a href="http://youtu.be/WLZ_xUQ8CM4">Watch 1971 Gino's commercial</a>
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<a href="http://youtu.be/YYpp8D83Cd4">Watch WMAR's Gino's Segment</a>
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<a href="http://youtu.be/abVEicgjbJg">Watch new Gino's commercial</a>
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<br />Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com271tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-38145795742443704402017-06-16T15:28:00.001-04:002017-06-17T18:36:05.315-04:00Pictures of a Photogenic Patriarch<b>The Warner S. Warner Photo Album</b><br />
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My father's recent passing left me in possession of most of the family photo albums. Following are some of the better pics of our photogenic patriarch, William S. Warner (aka "The Duke"), that I discovered digging through the plentiful photo archives. (Consider this a photo slide show, posted here to save having to haul out a ton of boxed-up photo albums!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William S. and Howard H. Warner, babes in arms</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even before Blakehurst, Duke was a croquet veteran</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Navy coat outside Forest Park home</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dressed to chill in a stylish hat</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bowtie Bill with Baby Billy Jr.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Duke with wild Elvis Presley hair, holding Billy Jr. below the famous Yardley Taylor Loudoun County, VA map</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad with his dad, Dr. Howard H. Warner, holding Billy Jr., and Aunt Muh, Evergreen Farm</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aunt Amelia and "Carnation Harry" Soulsby flank my dad with Billy Jr. Harry was dad's father-in-law. My mom's mother died following childbirth; she was raided by Harry and "Auntie"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad holding up the pillars of Evergreen Farm</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad holding Nancy Stewart Warner (named after his late twin sister) while Billy Jr. sits on a footstool</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Downy Ocean with Billy and Nancy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Downy Ocean with Germ and Duke in their finest Run DMC Adidas leisure wear</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lieutenant William S. Warner, U.S.N.R.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As a pilot on the Galapagos Islands</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Galapagos, there wasn't much to do except get Blackie the goat drunk</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drinking in the Galapagos Officers Club (third from left)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Duke astride his flight school training plane</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing ball at flight school. I used to think this was my dad, but I think he's actually on the bench, far right</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fly Guys: Dad far left</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad trained to fly on one of these birds</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking spiffy in his Navy khakis</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking spiffy in his trunks</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite photo of the Duke as a WWII pilot</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ensign William S. Warner gets his gold wings</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lieutenant commander William S. Warner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My mom LOVED a man in uniform</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lieutenant William S. Warner weds Emaroy Soulsby Warner, January 24, 1945</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Forest Park High School, Class of 1940</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Forest Park Senior Class photo (Duke is in the middle, back row)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting up middle of the night to quiet baby Billy Jr.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bill Sr. and Bill Jr. chillin' in the summertime</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad holding Tommy Warner, back yard of Lanark Court home, Rodgers Forge</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Duke cuts the cake with grandchildren Billy G. and Ashley Taylor Warner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Duke with Ashley Warner, the Murphys and Joe Minutelli</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Duke & Germ: Emaroy and William S. Warner in full steppin'-out mode</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ole! Duke goes native in Spain</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"On guard!" Duke and "Beeeel" (son-in-law Bill Aspinwall)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille." Dad in front of fireplace, 6314 Bellona Avenue</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beeler Boys Duke and Larry: Dad with brother-in-law Bob Soulsby</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the Chicoteague Seafoofd Festival</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Having a cool brew with Tommy Brager and friend at Seafood Festival</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Slurpin' down oysters with Tommy Brager at the Seafood Festival</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad, mom, Tommy Brager, Candy & Billy Warner at Seafood Festival</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"You're marrying Beeel, Nancy?" Dad and Nancy Warner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The proud parents at Nancy's wedding to William Aspinwall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Warner Family getting ready to head to Church of the Redeemer for Nancy's wedding</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giving away the bride, Nancy "Hanks" Warner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Broker About Town Bill Warner at Stein Bros. & Boyce</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Buy! Sell! Hold!" Broker Bill Warner at work</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The navy blue blazer broker look</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bill Aspinwall with Bill Warner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Having a cocktail with daughter Nancy on sun porch of 6314 Bellona Avenue</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Continuing the Family Line: William S. Warner, Ashley Taylor Warner and William S. Warner Jr.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The patriarch with his progeny: "Fathead" Tommy, Nancy and Billy Jr.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emy, Nancy, Bill and Tommy Warner, 1968</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Duke and "Bo" with Billy Jr., Evergreen Farm, Lincoln VA</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Duke the bon vivant, with Bloody Mary in hand</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy Warner with the Duke at Billy G. Warner's wedding in Northeast, 2014</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad, Billy Jr. and friend Lou Fleury at his 90th birthday celebration, Blakehurst</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad flanked by Harry Bowie and Steve Strachan at Billy G. Warner wedding, 2014</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William S. and Thomas S. Warner at his 90th birthday celebration, Blakehurst</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Four Bills at Duke's 90th, Blakehurst: Billy G.m Billy Jr., Bill Warner Sr. and Bill Aspinwall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Warners at Elsie O'Malley's 90th birthday celebration: Amy, Tommy, dad, Billy and Candy Warner, Bill Aspinwall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I like to lead when I dance, Elsie!" Dad with his Blakehurst girlfriend Elsie O'Malley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Be still my heart!" Dad after dancing with young chicky Jan Seiden at a Pratt Library charity event</td></tr>
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Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com456tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-35444856137121927972017-06-12T14:43:00.004-04:002017-06-21T20:29:12.050-04:00William S. Warner: A Life in the WIN Column<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i>The woods decay, the woods decay and fall<br />The vapours weep their burthen to the ground<br />Man comes and tills the fields and lies beneath<br />And after many a summer dies the swan</i><br />
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On the night of June 7, 2017, my dad WILLIAM S. WARNER, 94, passed away in his sleep. He was two weeks shy of his his 95th birthday and went peacefully and with dignity, which is the way to go if you have a choice. As my wife Amy and I entered his room in the health center of the Blakehurst Senior Living Community in Towson, the O's game was blaring on the TV in the background and, right as we reached his bed, Trey "Boom Boom" Mancini hit a walk-off home run to beat the visiting Pittsburgh Pirates in extra innings. I'd like to think his parting spirit had something to do with it - that this longtime Orioles fan insisted he go out a winner, literally. In fact, as O's broadcaster Joe Angel would say, I think you could put his whole life "in the <i>Win </i>column."<br />
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I didn't really get to know and appreciate my dad until rather late in life, after he retired and became a fixture at Blakehurst. But I came to realize that he was a pretty cool guy. And I think he would be amused and surprised by how much he truly influenced, directly or indirectly, his often wayward son. In my youth I ignored most of his good advice, only to see how right he was about many things in hindsight. He was a planner, a provider and a bottom-line realist. These are all qualities that define his generation, the generation that lived through the Great Depression and World War II. The one rightly called "The Greatest Generation."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Portrait of the Pilot as a Young Aviation Cadet: William S. Warner astride his flight school training plane</td></tr>
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His experiences as a pilot in the U.S. Navy especially helped define his self-reliance, toughness and work ethic. After all, when you're flying a high-speed plane high above the earth, any error in judgment can result in instant death. There is no room for error, or excuses. Or, as the Navy Flyer's Creed (a card issued to all flyers that I recently discovered in a box of dad's documents) puts it: "I am a United States Navy flyer...When the going is fast and rough I will not falter. I will be uncompromising in every blow I strike. I will be humble in victory."<br />
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When a flight instructor threatened to flunk him for being late for training, he was told, "I don't want excuses, Warner - I want results. Got that?" Just the facts, ma'am, as Joe Friday would say. My dad was never again late for anything, during the war or after. Those words echo in my mind whenever I find myself or someone else whining about their fate or making excuses. The experience gave my dad a bullshit meter that he never lost - and explains a lot about why he detested our most recently elected president (he is spared having to deal with him now, a silver lining or sorts, I suppose). I use another one of my dad's go-to quotes - "You get what you pay for" (which he would often utter in response to my penny-pinching ways) - virtually every day at the library, usually when some ingrate complains about the computers being down or their CDs being scratched. Like my dad, I tend to cut through the crap that clogs the drain.</div>
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Following is a brief look back at who the man we called "Duke" was, written in newspaper obituary style because, well, these were the notes I prepared when sending the notification to the Baltimore Sun's obit writer.<br />
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WILLIAM STONE WARNER was the beloved husband of the late Emaroy Soulsby Warner, dear father of William S. Warner Jr., Thomas S. Warner and the late Nancy Warner Aspinwall, grandfather of Ashley Warner McGarrity and William Gilmore Warner, and great-grandfather of William (Liam) Duke Warner.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Duke & His Boys: WSW Jr., TSW and WSW Sr. in 2012</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Four Generations of William Warners: William "Liam" Warner, William G. Warner, William S. Warner Jr. and William S. Warner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The late great Emaroy S. Warner (d. 2002) and Nancy Warner Aspinwall (d. 2006)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William S. Warner and the late Nancy Warner Aspinwall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WSW's beautiful granddaughter Ashley Warner McGarrity</td></tr>
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The son of Dr. Howard Hoge Warner and Ruth Stone, and sibling of the late Howard H. Warner Jr., William Warner was born in Baltimore and raised on Garrison Boulevard in Forest Park. He was actually a twin, but his sister Nancy Janney Warner was a "blue baby" who died within a week; he later named his own daughter, Nancy Stewart Warner, after her. As a youth, he spent several summers at his family's Evergreen Farm in Lincoln, Loudoun County, Virginia. Tuberculosis outbreaks were not uncommon in Baltimore in the 1930s, and Dr. Warner prescribed getaways to the clean country air of Loudoun County as a preventive measure for his family.<br />
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Dad and his older brother Howard were members of a group of Forest Park High School friends known as The Beeler Boys (named after a newspaper cartoon character), where he got the nickname "The Duke." His great-grandson takes his middle name from this nickname. The other Beeler Boys were: Doc, Cappy, Brownie, Mooch, Ox, Pug, Stook, Jake and Larry.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Duke Warner cartoon by Beeler Boy (and future brother-in-law) Robert "Larry" Soulsby</td></tr>
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At Forest Park, "Duke" was a member of the Boys' Leaders and Treasurer Opportunity clubs. His yearbook page quote was: "They like him best who know him best."<br />
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Graduating from Forest Park High School in 1940, he joined the United States Navy as a pilot upon the outbreak of World War II. As a Lieutenant Commander, he flew PBM Mariners - the flying boat patrol bomber built at Baltimore's Glenn L. Martin Company - in the Galapagos Islands off the South American coastline.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The PBM-5 Mariner flying boat with insert pic of William Warner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of his flights made his hair stand on end</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wouldn't mess with this guy - would you? (His bomber jacket was a hand-me-down that I wore throughout college until it literally disintegrated.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lieutenant Commander William S. Warner, September 1944</td></tr>
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Upon crossing the Equator on board the U.S. Navy ship Barnegat, he passed a wild seaman's hazing ritual and was initiated into the U.S. Navy's "Ancient Order of the Deep." (Though my dad insisted that what happens in the Equator stays in the Equator, I got the feeling that it basically involved a lot of drinking and "Fully Monty" dancing!)<br />
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On Galapagos, my dad used to tell me that there wasn't much to do between flying missions, and that the men of his squadron, VP-209, would amuse themselves by <a href="https://youtu.be/pmZR6jZ8UsI">getting their pet billy goat "Blackie" drunk</a> and holding boxing matches. My dad was proud that he was undefeated as an amateur boxer there, though occasional collusion among the battling pilots was not unheard of (wink, wink).<br />
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Naturally, there was a lot of drinking. For courage, for nerves, for boredom, for relaxation. Below is a picture of his squadron drinking in the Galapagos Officers Club (my dad is third from left):<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">L-R: Lt. Bob Steven, Ens. Tom Mahoney, Ens. William Warner, Lt. Alan Pederson, Lt. Bob Wilson, Lt. Ed Prince, Ens. Fredericks, Ens. DeRosa</td></tr>
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On January 24, 1945, he married his high school sweetheart Emaroy M. Soulsby, daughter of Robert H. "Harry" Soulsby and Emary Stewart, while on leave in Baltimore. (No one ever got my mom's unusual name right; she went by Emy, but people mistakenly assumed her name was Emma, Emily or Amy. A friend of my sister's even called her, rather annoyingly, "Auntie Em." My dad called her simply "Bo." I have no idea why. The Warner kids later teasingly called her "German Bo," "Germ" for short, in homage to her big bouffant of hair, which we thought resembled a German WWII helmet.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lieutenant William S. Warner and bride Emaroy Soulsby Warner, January 1945</td></tr>
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William Warner served in the U.S. Navy from October 1942 to November 1945. He briefly considered staying in the Navy or becoming a commercial pilot, but decided against it (perhaps because he wanted to raise a family and have a more "grounded," less risky profession). After the war, he attended Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore and became a stockbroker at Stein Bros. & Boyce, where broker-about-town "Bill Warner" was featured in the firm's early 1960s "We Work Hard!" advertising campaign, as shown below.</div>
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"Bill" Warner also served as President of the Bond Club. He later worked at Shearson and its many incarnations, including Shearson/American Express and Shearson Lehman Brothers.<br />
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In 1964, he moved his family to Rodgers Forge, where his children attended school and he served as Commissioner of the Rodgers Forge Baseball League. In the 1970s, he was one of the first financial analysts to appear on Maryland Public Television's "Wall Street Week with Louis Rukeyser" program.</div>
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Upon retirement, he briefly managed a housing development in Bel Air while continuing to manage his stock portfolio as a private investor. His hobbies included travel, genealogy, antique collecting, metal detecting, Civil War history, thoroughbred racing handicapping, listening to jazz music (he had great taste and was especially for fond of sax men like Sonny Rollins, Sonny Stitt and Stan Getz - and Tony Bennett led him to discover and appreciate Lady Gaga!) and following the Baltimore Orioles baseball team.<br />
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He loved seafood, attending 23 consecutive Chincoteague Seafood Festivals and making sure oysters on the half shell were a part of his Thanksgiving Day menu.<br />
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He also looked forward each day to his evening cocktail, of which his preferred brand was Evan Williams Black Label Kentucky Bourbon. (When he later went into the health center at his retirement home, they monitored his meds and cocktails. He would then ask me to sneak in pints of Evan Williams for him to stash in his sock drawer. He never wanted to run out or be caught short!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When it came to cocktails, William Warner was an ultra Liberal!</td></tr>
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Following the death of his wife in 2002, my dad moved into Towson's Blakehurst Senior Living Community, where he was a popular resident known for his fashionable wardrobe (only he could get away with making a pink blazer look sporty), astute thoroughbred horse racing picks and baseball knowledge. There he was a constant companion to another resident, Elsie F. O'Malley, until her death in 2011.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elsie O'Malley and The Duke</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elsie O'Malley and Dad in his famous manly pink jacket (he insisted it was "salmon" colored)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bill Warner and Elsie O'Malley on Fantasy Island</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Warner clan gathers at Elsie O'Malley's 90th Birthday Party: Amy Davis Warner, Tom Warner, William Warner (again in the pink jacket!), William Warner Jr., the late Candy Gilmore Warner and Bill Aspinwall (husband of the late Nancy Warner)</td></tr>
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My dad was fascinated by genealogy and tracing his family's Quaker roots. He belonged to countless historical societies and was particularly keen on researching the Warner family line in Loudoun County, Virginia, where his father once owned a farm in Lincoln. After a bout of pneumonia in 2012 cancelled his plans to make a final trip to Scotland with my brother, Billy Jr. came up with a backup plan: the three of us would visit the Warner ancestral home of Evergreen Farm and tour the Quaker meeting house in nearby Lincoln. My dad <i>loved </i>this trip down memory lane, the highlight of which was meeting the current owners of Evergreen Farm, Jeff and Nancy LeSourd; they invited us inside and were delighted to hear the history of the place from one of its previous residents. (For a full travelogue of this trip, see my blog posting "<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2012/11/my-old-virgina-home.html">My Old Virginia Home</a>.")<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William Warner with Nancy and Jeff LeSourd outside Evergreen Farm</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Warner Boys with Evergreen Farm's Jeff LeSourd</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William Warner regales the LeSourds with Evergreen Farm anecdotes</td></tr>
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2012 was also the year my dad celebrated his 90th birthday. We booked the main auditorium at Blakehurst to hold a celebration honoring this milestone, which was attended by countless Blakehurst residents, friends and family members. It was a big deal, reflecting my dad's popularity and standing among his peers.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Four Bills at his 90th: Billy G. Warner, Billy Warner Jr., Bill Warner Sr. and Bill Aspinwall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">William S. Warner and Thomas S. Warner at his 90th Birthday Party, Blakehurst<br />
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Besides his antiques and fine art, his Blakehurst apartment was adorned with memorabilia from America's favorite pastime, including his prized signed postcard from Lou Gehrig and signed pictures of fellow legends Babe Ruth and Ted Williams.<br />
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As his health faded in the last few months, he seemed resigned to his fate. As a shrewd former financial investor, he knew what was coming - successful financial investors don't get where they are by scratching their heads and consulting the Magic Eightball for advice. Savvy brokers know how to read signs and interpret trends (as do successful horse handicappers, I might add), and I'm sure his sudden weight loss signaled to him that it was time to sell short. Recalling one of his favorite childhood radio heroes, he would say, "Well, you never know what's waiting for you just around the corner...only The Shadow knows!" But he knew, too, and he was prepared. He was a planner who made sure he crossed his T's and dotted his I's. He had done all he could do. It was time. And it was a good life.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Duke at his grandson's wedding, another check on his bucket list: Billy G. Warner, William S. Warner and Mandy Warner. His health prevented him from attending his granddaughter Ashley's wedding.</td></tr>
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In the end, I think he was simply lonely. He had outlived most of his friends and family (his wife, his daughter, his daughter-in-law, his Blakehurst "girlfriend"), had seen his grandchildren get married, had seen the birth of his great-grandson Liam Duke. At the quiet limit of the world, I believe he was at peace and longing to reunite with all those friends and loved ones up above. A pilot ready once more to take off for unknown horizons.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the Blakehurst Memorial Day Picnic with Amy Davis Warner, just nine days before his passing</td></tr>
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Like any human being, he was not without his faults - who among us is? Patience was not one of his virtues, but with a son like me anyone's patience would wear out (I can still recall the many times he had to pick me up at 2 or 3 in the morning, following some automotive mishap), and he always saved my bacon and got me out of my many misadventures.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Testing the limits of my dad's patience, 1970</td></tr>
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As a driver, well, his road rage was legendary - no doubt a genetic trait passed down to both his sons (who proudly carry on the family tradition). And there was an unfortunate schism with his brother Howard (complicated but justified) that was never resolved. But these quirks are mere footnotes in the long and voluminous story of his life. (Or, as a wise man once said: before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes - then you have his shoes and you're a mile away!)<br />
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He was a good guy. A born story teller, a charming host, and generous to a fault when it came to looking out for his children and his children's children. My brother and late sister inherited a lot of his outgoing personality; like him, they liked people and were always comfortable in a social setting (as my late sister-in-law Candy used to say, "Your brother is in his natural element at a cocktail party.").<br />
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I know my brother Billy will miss talking to him on the phone every night (a tradition of "checking in" that he inherited from my sister Nancy). And I will miss watching and talking about Orioles baseball, horse racing and family history with him. Especially the stories. Even when his memory started to falter near the end, when he wasn't sure what day of the week it was, he could still recall obscure, unexpected details about some things. When Amy and I recounted how we found a vintage Uncle Wiggily board game, and asked him if he ever read the books by Howard R. Garis, he smiled and started naming all the characters - "Oh yes, Dr. Possum, Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, Lulu and Jimmie Wibblewobble..."<br />
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Thankfully I anticipated getting some of his anecdotes archived and <a href="https://youtu.be/9o-__Q7ARnI">videotaped</a> some of his recollections. In that way, along with these pictures and reminiscences, his legacy and influence will carry on. And in the name of his great-grandson.</div>
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A memorial service will be held Friday, June 30 at 11 a.m. at Church of the Redeemer, where my dad's remains will join my mother, sister, and sister-in-law in the columbarium. There will be a reception in the adjacent parish hall following a brief interment service for immediate family.<br />
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<b>Related Warner Family Links:</b><br />
<a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/obituaries/bs-md-ob-william-warner-20170614-story.html">William S. Warner, stockbroker and WWII pilot</a> (Baltimore Sun obit)<br />
<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2017/06/pictures-of-photogenic-patriarch.html">"Pictures of a Photogenic Patriarch"</a> (WSW photo album)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/Yftu6hQs08I">Duke's 90th Birthday Party at Blakehurst</a> (video)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/9o-__Q7ARnI">Duke Takes Stock: A Warner Family History</a> (video)<br />
"<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-sister.html">Little Sister</a>" (Nancy Warner Aspinwall, 1952-2006)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/zKNVGBsFpq0">Nancy Warner Aspinwall Tribute</a> (video)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/v4nMRZeo5Iw">Nancy Warner Aspinwall - A Picture Book</a> (photo album)<br />
"<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2008/05/remembrance-of-moms-past.html">A Remembrance of Moms Past"</a> (Emaroy Soulsby Warner, 1923-2002)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/-oUldEYqXwM">Emaroy Soulsby Warner Tribute</a> (video)<br />
<a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/obituaries/bs-md-ob-bliss-warner-20160625-story.html">Candy Gilmore Warner </a>(1949-2016)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/YMsfmHyrbHM">Candy Warner Tribute</a> (video)<br />
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Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-30209946655106219882017-06-01T16:55:00.000-04:002017-08-02T09:39:54.996-04:00The Big Badowski<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Life Is a Grand</i><br />
<b>Henry Badowski</b><br />
(A&M Records, 1981)<br />
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“...the record is like a mix of Eno’s Taking Tiger <i>Mountain By Strategy</i> and Bowie’s <i>Low </i>–– though it is so endearingly sweet, you have to imagine Bowie on ecstasy, not blow." - TulipFrenzy.com</blockquote>
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At least one writer has called Henry Badowski's <i>Life Is a Grand</i> "<a href="https://tulipfrenzy.com/2013/06/28/is-henry-badowskis-life-is-a-grand-the-great-lost-album-of-all-time/">THE Great Lost Album of All Time</a>." I have to agree; in my case <i>literally</i>, because while I once owned (and treasured) this record it now seems to have disappeared into a black hole in my house - all the more vexing because the cheapest used copy of this vinyl-only release now goes for $80 on Amazon! As the TulipFrenzy.com blogger put it, "Unless you had the vinyl, or paid up for it, you would have to take the word of people like me: this was about as close to the Holy Grail of record collecting as a modern power-pop fancier could get."<br />
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So why am I looking for it now? Well, having recently seen <a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2017/05/the-damneds-40th-anniversary-tour-hits.html">The Damned's 40th Anniversary Tour </a>when it came to town at the Baltimore Sound Stage, my wife and I started obsessing over all things Captain Sensible and pulled out his first solo album, <i>Women and Captains First </i>(you know, the one the Captain recorded with producer Tony Mansfield of <b><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Musik">New Musik</a></b> fame that featured his surprise UK #1 hit version of Rodgers and Hammerstein's "Happy Talk")<i>.</i> Amy remarked that her favorite track on it was "Martha the Mouth," to which I replied, "Oh, that one shows the influence of his one-time bandmate, Henry Badowski. Sounds just like a track off of <i>Life Is a Grand</i>."<br />
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"Martha the Mouth" is a great tune, by the way, but I never knew who or what it was about until I poked around YouTube and found this post by <a href="https://youtu.be/MKyT8ekfCFM">secretghostcode</a> that claimed it was about <b>Martha Beall Mitchell</b> - wife of Nixon's Attorney-General John Mitchell!<br />
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Martha made claims to the press that the White House officials were corrupt and engaged in illegal activities, as well saying that she had been drugged and held prisoner in an attempt to stop her talking. Her claims were dismissed as delusional, that she was suffering from a mental illness and that she was an alcoholic. However the Watergate scandal that followed proved much of what she had been saying to be correct. There is a psychologist term <b>"The Martha Mitchel Effect" </b>which is when a practitioner mistakenly perceives a patient as delusional by the patients extraordinary claims. </blockquote>
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One of the lyrics that I could make out is, "You know that I saw you on old Frosties TV show". It gave me the idea that Martha had appeared on <i>The David Frost Show</i>, which was correct, in 1974 she was interviewed by David Frost on the BBC. There's a <a href="http://www.bbc.com/news/av/world-us-canada-18436516/martha-mitchell-speaks-out-about-nixon-watergate">video clip of the interview</a> on the BBC website.</blockquote>
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Secretghostcode created drawings of Martha Mitchell from <i>The David Frost Show </i>and contrasted them with one of Captain Sensible. He then photographed his drawings using his HTC ONE mobile phone to create this video that finally makes sense of what was otherwise an obscure reference:<br />
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As for the Captain Sensible-Badowski connection, well, Badowski was originally the bass player with punk band <b>Chelsea</b> (who famously abandoned lead singer Gene October to form <b>Generation X</b> with Billy Idol), who went on to briefly play with the Captain in the band <b>King</b>. King played five gigs in the summer of 1978 and recorded a John Peel session that resulted in their lone record, the four-track <i><a href="https://www.discogs.com/Captain-Sensible-And-King-24-Featuring-Henry-Badowski-My-Baby-Dont-Care/master/1079866">My Baby Don't Care</a> </i>EP. In fact, Badowski's IRS single "Baby, Sign Here With Me" (later also included on <i>Life Is a Grand</i>) was first performed by King and can be heard on that August 25, 1978 John Peel radio session (click <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/ybirs7zjmknkzgf/1978-08-25+Tapes+025+and+026.mp3">here </a>to download). According to the cool music blog <a href="http://dieordiy2.blogspot.com/2014/04/henry-badowski-making-love-with-my-wife.html">Die or D.I.Y.?</a>, in King's set "...you can hear parts of <i>Machine Gun Etiquette</i> before the Damned reformed; like 'Anti-Pope' and the keyboard bit from 'I Just Can't Be Happy Today'..."<br />
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The Captain considered Badowski "a genius," and it's easy to see why. Like early synth-pop pioneer Badowski, Sensible would ditch his bass to broaden his musical palette, not only switching to guitar but adding keyboards to the Damned's repertoire.<br />
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Before that, Badowski had also played with the Captain in the reformed Damned (1978's "The Doomed" - so named because Brian James retained the name "The Damned" until 1980 - where Henry replaced no less a legend than <b>Lemmy</b>!), and had collaborated with Mark Perry in ATV and The Good Missionaries, Johnny Moped (where he met future collaborators violinist Alex Kolkowski and drummer Dave Berk), and Wreckless Eric (for whom he played<i> drums</i>!).<br />
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So, what's so special about this rare record that TulipFrenzy.com ("Commentary On Music (Mostly) With An Occasional Photo") described as "about as close to the Holy Grail of record collecting as a modern power-pop fancier could get"? In a 2013 post entitled "<a href="https://tulipfrenzy.com/2013/06/28/is-henry-badowskis-life-is-a-grand-the-great-lost-album-of-all-time/">Is Henry Badowski's <i>Life Is A Grand</i> THE Great Lost Album of Time?</a>", TulipFrenzy laid out its case for exactly why <i>Life </i>is so <i>Grand</i>:<br />
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<i>Life Is A Grand</i> came out in 1981, and in the States at least, was discovered by approximately three people. Happily we were one, and it brings a certain joy to tell you that just today, for the first time since the early Reagan years, we have dusted off the record, ascertained that our phonograph works, and put it on. </blockquote>
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It holds up! With just James Stevenson on guitar and bass, Badowski sang, played keyboards, programmed the drum machine, and played sax. The record is like a mix of Eno’s <i>Taking Tiger Mountain By Strategy</i> and Bowie’s <i>Low </i>–– though it is so endearingly sweet, you have to imagine Bowie on ecstasy, not blow. It is almost entirely upbeat, and the rhythm section could easily have been the Moxhams from Young Marble Giant — minimalist, spare — underneath Farfisas and simple keyboards. All we see of Badowski from the album cover is a fey, Bryan Ferry head of hair posed near a hedge on one of those great British country gardens. And that’s all we’ve seen of him for 30 years or more; he disappeared, at least on this side of the pond. And the record? It disappeared too. </blockquote>
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If today you heard on the radio “My Face,” which leads off the album, you’d think it was a contemporary band that owed a debt to Eno, which is never a bad thing. “My Face” was a minor British radio hit, but it’s “Henry’s In Love” that has kept spinning in our head for lo these many years, a gorgeous British pop song with a melody XTC’s Andy Partridge would have made too angular, would have stripped it of its languorous charm. “Swimming With The Fish In The Sea,” has a bass line programmed by Bach after one too many lagers and is another song that you’d swear was an Eno outtake; if I put it on and claimed it was the lost Eno single, “Seven Deadly Finns,” you’d take it at face value. “Silver Trees” sounds like it could have been sung by Wire’s Graham Lewis on a champagne bender. “This Was Meant To Be” is somewhere between Berlin Trilogy Bowie and Orchestral Manoeuvres <i>In The Dark</i>.</blockquote>
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Thankfully, there's now a <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B9NKN6kKD8tLOHFuWUFkMnFkdEk/edit">digital download</a> available online, which I learned about thanks to TulipFrenzy's May 2017 update "<a href="https://tulipfrenzy.com/2017/05/20/holy-grail-alert-we-found-henry-badowskis-life-is-a-grand-in-a-digital-format/">Holy Grail Alert</a>." TulipFrenzy offers its link to the download, which comes courtesy the <a href="http://dieordiy2.blogspot.com/2014/04/henry-badowski-life-is-grand-records.html">Die or D.I.Y.?</a> blog, with this explanation:<br />
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Now, let us say, we are opposed to artists not getting paid for their work, and have never participated in illegal fire sharing. But there is no other way to get a digital file of this record. And we justify posting a link to the site where you can download the record thusly: we bet that, if Henry is not going to be able to get royalties from his 1981 masterpiece, he would want people to listen to it. To remember him. To recognize that he produced The Great Lost Album of the post-punk era. </blockquote>
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Happily, it’s lost no more.</blockquote>
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Click <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B9NKN6kKD8tLOHFuWUFkMnFkdEk/edit">here </a>to download <i>Life Is A Grand</i>.<br />
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And - consolation prize- I still have my 1980 Badowski single "My Face," backed with the non-LP song "Making Love With My Wife"!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Henry Badowski - "My Face" b/w "Making Love With My Wife"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"My Face" b/w "Making Love With My Wife" single back cover</td></tr>
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This homage to marital monogamy (also re-released by IRS in 1981) is the same version that was originally released on the 1979 Mark Perry-produced Deptford Fun City single "Making Love With My Wife" b/w "Baby, Sign Here With Me" (as shown below). Badowski plays all the instruments on it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Making Love With My Wife" b/w "Baby, Sign Here With Me" (Deptford Fun City DFC11, 1979)</td></tr>
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OK, I'm happy that I can once again listen to the grand Badowski. But I still want to find my vinyl album! That Holy Grail search goes on...<br />
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For more on Henry Badowski, check out the <a href="http://www.irscorner.tk/b/badowski.html">IRS Corner</a> web page.<br />
<b><br /></b><b>Henry Badowski Videos:</b><br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/e2IUL8d2tgg">"My Face"</a> (YouTube)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/NL9pCm2p81o">"Life Is a Grand"</a> (YouTube)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/iL6PLf6O_5g">"Silver Trees"</a> (YouTube)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/_KEokMPjEX8">"This Was Meant To Be"</a> (YouTube)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/85KQV7Pc-rE">"Swimming With the Fish In the Sea"</a> (YouTube)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/nTmTwn7oPXs">"The Inside Out"</a> (YouTube)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/O6KkUH3Z-Dk">"Baby Sign Here With Me"</a> (YouTube)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/uQQS-m3DK_A">"Making Love With My Wife"</a> (YouTube)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/Wixs0t7V91k">"Anywhere Else"</a> (YouTube)<br />
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<br />Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-85220678778669151452017-05-10T22:46:00.004-04:002018-08-04T14:56:51.293-04:00The Damned's 40th Anniversary Tour Hits the Baltimore Soundstage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>The Damned w/<a href="https://youtu.be/5MhsXDxmjyQ">The BellRays</a> & Ravengers</b><br />
<a href="http://www.baltimoresoundstage.com/">Baltimore Soundstage</a><br />
124 Market Place, Baltimore, MD<br />
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<i>"Ladies and gentlemen, how do?" </i><br />
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(May 9, 2017) - It's a Tuesday night, but the Baltimore Soundstage is packed to the rafters with a horde of rock and roll enthusiasts of all ages and colors (except for clothing: a uniform Clubland Black - didn't you get the memo?) - to see the <i>first </i>and <i>longest running</i> punk rock band in the History of the World (Part 1): <i style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.officialdamned.com/">The Damned</a></i><b>.</b><i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>In fact, it's their <b>40th Anniversary U.S. Tour</b>, one<b> </b>that initially was set to feature all the songs from their first album, <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tP8UrnahsJM">Damned Damned Damned</a>, </i>before the band decided instead to play fave selections from their back catalog. I'm glad they changed plans; although their debut is one of only two Damned LPs I ever owned (the other was 1980's <i>The Black Album</i>, plus I think Marc O'Connor made me of tape of their third - and best album - 1979's <i>Machine Gun Etiquette</i>, and I had their Christmas EP <i><a href="https://www.discogs.com/Damned-Hit-Or-Miss-There-Aint-No-Sanity-Clause/master/18958">There Ain't No Sanity Claus</a></i>), I think the "Playing An Album In Its Entirety" concept has run its course; see Buzzcocks, Devo, Megadeath, et al.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Damned Damned Damned (Stiff Records, 1977)</td></tr>
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Back in 1979 when I was in punk band called <b><a href="http://katatonix.com/">Thee Katatonix</a></b>, our confrontational style (really just a front for musical incompetence - at least on my part) led some fans (also known as "victims" - it's a fine distinction sometimes) to liken us to the then-reigning Punk Rock Signpost, The Sex Pistols. (Perhaps you've heard of them?)<br />
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"Nah," I recall Kats singer-guitarist /lead assailant <b>Adolf Kowalski </b>saying in response to the comparison. "The Pistols are way more slick. We sound more like The Damned, 'cause they're not political and play really loud and raucous just like us." (Wait - we <i>weren't</i> political with songs like "I Sure Miss My Foreskin" and "I Hate DC"?)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Damned released the first UK punk single (Stiff Records, 1976)</td></tr>
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Almost 40 years later, <b>The Damned</b> still revel in playing loud and raucous music, but they also evolved into something bigger, better and more sophisticated after Captain Sensible switched from bass to guitar on <i>Machine Gun Etiquette</i>. The group added keyboards and a more overtly pop polish to the raw power exhibited on their 1977 debut album <i>Damned Damned Damned</i>. Sure, the Pistols got all the glory (and deservedly so - they <i>were</i> great!), but they were gone in a flash, done and dusted by the end of their ill-fated American tour that ground to a halt in San Francisco in January 1978. By comparison, the Damned were the true pioneers, a band of "firsts" in class. The Damned released the <i>first-ever punk single </i>on Stiff Records on October 22, 1976 ("<a href="https://youtu.be/rTfyUqVqX-0">New Rose</a>" b/w "<a href="https://youtu.be/itpRFQnpMEQ">Help</a>") - beating Buzzcocks' <i>Spiral Scratch</i> EP by several months - the <i>first punk LP</i> (<i>Damned Damned Damned </i>in February 1977), were the <i>first UK punk outfit to tour the States</i> (April 1977), and were also the <i>first UK punks to reform</i> (after a brief hiatus following their second album, 1978's <i>Music For Pleasure</i> which, may the record show, contained a non-political song called "Politics"). And four decades later, they are <i>still </i>making Noise Noise Noise that's Neat Neat Neat!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dave Vanian and Captain Sensible: Damned to keep the faith with the masses</td></tr>
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Yes, original members <b>Brian James</b> (guitar) and <b>Rat Scabies</b> (aka Chris Millar, drums) are long gone, but <b>Captain Sensible</b> (Ray Burns <a href="http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/Who%27s+when+he%27s%27s+at+home%3F">when he's at home</a>) and singer <b>Dave Vanian</b> are still piloting the boat along with additional crew, whose ranks now number dancing keyboardist (and Mark Volman lookalike)<b> Monty Oxymoron,</b> bassist <b>Stu West</b> (who replaced Vanian's wife, Patricia Morrison, after she gave birth to daughter Emily in 2004) and drummer <b>Pinch</b> (Andrew Pinching).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monty Oxymoron and Stu West</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go West, Young Damned: The Captain and Stu make do</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monty as Monolith (awesome photo by Jennifer Beetz)</td></tr>
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<b>I Fall?</b><br />
And the Captain still refuses to abandon ship; after <a href="https://youtu.be/yJuK24iQUqU">a nasty fall</a> from the stage May 4 in Toronto (as shown below - and no, it wasn't during of performance of the <i>Damned Damned Damned </i>song "I Fall"), Sensible sustained a broken rib and had to cancel a couple of shows in Montreal and Boston (since rescheduled to later this month).<br />
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But tonight he was back and, as befitting his unfortunate recent fall from grace, was resting his sore bones atop a nasty-looking (albeit glow-in-the-dark) toilet that looked like it was borrowed from the props department of <i>Trainspotting</i>. (By the way, the graffiti on the front of this throne was later revealed to say "The Eagles puked here"! I'm sure they won't be the last!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">40 years after their debut album, The Damned's career is far from being flushed down the drain. In fact, their popularity, like this toilet, overfloweth.<br />
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<b>Fan Club: Children of the Damned</b><br />
Among those in attendance this night were Skizz Cyzyk (of Garage Sale, Go Pills, Stents, etc., etc.), his sweetie Jen Talbert, Scott Wallace Brown (of Awkward Sounds of Scott & Skizz, Tralalas), Julie Smith and Greg Brazeale (of Go Dog Go!), Joe Maravi, Karen Karen, John Rouse, Laurie Rollins Anderson, Layne Garrett-Bosserman and her son Sean, Amy Pelinsky, MaryAnne Tom, Mike and Janet Ramsey, Johnny Alonso and Shane K. Gardner, whose photographs from the show are truly amazing - check out his Damned good pics at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pg/rocknrollsocialite/photos/?tab=album&album_id=1936307353319379">Rock N Roll Socialite</a>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Captain Sensible (Photo by Shane K. Gardner, Rock N Roll Socialite)</td></tr>
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We tried to hang out with some folks but, being vertically challenged Ewoks, had to scurry about to find a spot where we could actually see the band. Wherever we stood, some girl in storm trooper boots or a 6-foot punk with an additional 6-inch high red mohawk would move in to block our view. Suddenly, I felt my neck locked in a half-nelson by someone's arm - turning around it turned out to be Adolf Kowalski, whose other arm was extended more gently around the nape of my wife, Amy Linthicum (his ertswhile classmate at Dundalk High).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coffin Cuties Magazine</td></tr>
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Adolf was there to interview the band with <b>Mike Hearse</b> of <a href="http://www.coffincuties.com/">Coffin Cuties Magazine</a>. Adolf is an "Image Consultant" with Coffin Cuties. I don't know what that means, but it gets him into big events like this, so who cares, right? Adolf had been there since 3 o'clock that afternoon, but hey, that's the price you have to pay if you wanna have Captain Sensible emerge from his trailer, toothbrush in hand, and greet you by spewing a big gob of blue toothpaste four feet in the air. (Adolf loved it - <a href="https://youtu.be/9xlB3wRJLx0">dental hygiene</a> is important!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coffin Cuties cohorts Mike Hearse and Adolf Kowalski with actor-rocker Johnny Alonso</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coffin Cuties maestro Mike Hearse poses with The Damned</td></tr>
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Adolf graciously extended his largesse to Amy and yours truly, and we joined him and his girlfriend <b>Jennifer Beetz</b> (a talented artist and ace photographer who took some great shots this night) up in the VIP Lounge to the right of the stage. We suddenly felt like Studio 54 royalty. And, more importantly, we didn't have to stand on tippy-toes to see the band!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luminous Amy Linthicum Warner: "I like being this close. Now Dave Vanian can see my new striped rockchick jacket!"</td></tr>
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We were near enough that we could get these up-close-and-personal shots of the Full Monty Oxymoron, a maniacal madcap maelstrom of boundless energy and impressive dance moves (check out his custom-cool choreography during "<a href="https://youtu.be/kDHlrhgqpNU">New Rose"</a>):<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monty: Hair Down!</td></tr>
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Indeed, we were close enough to see the not-so-little jokes the roadies play on the band (as shown below).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The roadies got creative with their sweat towel origami. That sure looks like a giant white dick (wait, is that an oxymoron?)(No offense to Monty Oxymoron.)</td></tr>
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<b>Let's Wait for the Blackout</b><br />
I had to work late that night, so we missed the two opening bands, but apparently that was no great loss (Skizz Cyzyk: "The last band was like a set of cliches. And they were all <i>bad </i>cliches!"). So we waited...for the blackout. We waited for...the Damned! And as the venue went dark, the opening chords of "Melody Lee" filled the air and The Damned kicked out the jams for the next 90 minutes with a well-selected program of songs representing all their phases over the last four decades, with an emphasis on <i>Damned Damned Damned </i>("New Rose," "Neat Neat Neat," "Fan Club"), <i>Strawberries </i>("Ignite," "Generals," "Stranger In Town") and especially <i>Machine Gun Etiquette</i> ("Melody Lee," "Love Song," "I Just Can't Be Happy Today," "Anti-Pope," "Machine Gun Etiquette," "Plan 9, Channel 7," "Noise Noise Noise," "Smash It Up"). They also added some spice to the mix with a cover of Love's "Alone Again Or" (from 1986's <i>Anything</i>) and Paul Ryan's "Eloise" (which they've really made their own now). The Captain even downplayed his larger-than-life presence by neglecting to include most of his popular solo career songs like "Say Wot" or his cover of "Happy Talk," though he did sneak in his cover of Elton Motello's "Jet Boy, Jet Girl" during the first encore (at least according to Setlist.fm).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Damned get psychedelic thanks to Jennifer Beetz's photo wizardry (Photo by Jennifer Beetz)</td></tr>
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I thought they also performed "Looking at You" and Amy thinks they may have done "Nasty" as well - or maybe our recollections just got a contact high from Jenny Beetz's psychedelic tinkling of that photo above? (Hmmm, as the President says, we'll look into that.) (The <i><a href="http://baltimorepostexaminer.com/the-damned-punk-rockers-ignite-machine-gun-etiquette-baltimore-soundstage/2017/05/10">Baltimore Post Examiner </a></i>review included "Nasty" in its list of songs performed. It seems individual recollections of this show follow a <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rashomon">Rashomon </a></i>model. I'm just saying...) Speaking of "Nasty," does anyone else remember The Damned playing it on the cult '80s Britcom series <i>The Young Ones? </i>It's worth reprising here:<br />
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And the Damned did slip a political snort into their set when Dave Vanian - looking these days like a cross between <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timothy_Carey">Timothy Carey</a> and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghoulardi">Ghoulardi</a> and wielding a beautiful old-school microphone - dedicated "Generals" (from the <i>Strawberries </i>LP) to Our Commander in Grief.<br />
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Anyway, here's how the <a href="http://www.setlist.fm/setlist/the-damned/2017/baltimore-sound-stage-baltimore-md-43e7b71f.html">Damned's Baltimore Soundstage show</a> went down, according to the folks at Setlist.fm (the Setlist Wiki) - though I think they missed a few that I added, like "Fan Club" (see video below), so maybe the order isn't exact (it's only rock 'n' roll, so let's not quibble over the details)...<br />
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<b>Noise for Heroes/Music for Zeroes Setlist:</b><br />
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<li><a href="https://youtu.be/mjQ0wLCoLIk">Melody Lee</a></li>
<li>Generals</li>
<li>Disco Man</li>
<li><a href="https://youtu.be/ESutxD3r9oY">I Just Can't Be Happy Today</a></li>
<li>Alone Again Or (<b>Love </b>cover)</li>
<li>Love Song</li>
<li>Machine Gun Etiquette (Second Time Around)</li>
<li>Street of Dreams</li>
<li>Eloise (<b>Paul Ryan</b> cover)</li>
<li>Ignite</li>
<li>Stranger on the Town</li>
<li>Plan 9, Channel 7</li>
<li>Wait for the Blackout</li>
<li>History of the World (Part 1)</li>
<li><a href="https://youtu.be/kDHlrhgqpNU">New Rose</a></li>
<li><a href="https://youtu.be/NRGsaQUfaC4">Neat Neat Neat</a><br /><u>Encores</u></li>
<li>Jet Boy, Jet Girl (<b>Elton Motello</b> cover)</li>
<li><a href="https://youtu.be/bmaH0SQJtiY">Fan Club</a></li>
<li>Nasty</li>
<li><a href="https://youtu.be/J63OYNpOPlM">Noise Noise Noise</a></li>
<li><a href="https://youtu.be/Cc74URbUxuM">Smash It Up (Parts 1 & 2)</a></li>
<li>Anti-Pope</li>
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Following are some songs I <i>know </i>they played, because I taped them: "Noise Noise Noise," "Neat Neat Neat" and "Fan Club."<br />
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Noise Noise Noise:<br />
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Neat Neat Neat:<br />
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Fan Club:<br />
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As Mike Hearse put it, this show was seriously <i>sick! </i>Indeed, The Damned truly <a href="https://youtu.be/Cc74URbUxuM">Smashed It Up</a>!<br />
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And on our way out, we heard that the Orioles had battled back from a 4-1 deficit in the 8th (to Max Scherzer!) to beat the Nationals in the 12th inning by 5-4! Who says "I Just Can't Be Happy Today"? Not me. It makes me glad to say it's been a lovely day - and that's OK!
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Many thanks to Adolf, Mike Hearse & co. for letting us hang with them. Be sure to check out the next issue of <i>Coffin Cuties</i> for a mother lode of interviews, reviews and pics of The Damned; for "sneak peeks," check out the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Mr.MikeHearse">Mike Hearse</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/CoffinCutiesMagazine/">Coffin Cuties</a> Facebook pages.<br />
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<b>Related Links:</b><br />
<a href="http://baltimorepostexaminer.com/the-damned-punk-rockers-ignite-machine-gun-etiquette-baltimore-soundstage/2017/05/10"><i>Baltimore Post Examiner</i> review</a><br />
<a href="http://www.rocknrollsocialite.com/show-blog/">Damned Show: Rock N Roll Socialite</a><br />
<a href="http://www.officialdamned.com/">The Damned </a>(Official web site)<br />
<a href="http://www.coffincuties.com/">Coffin Cuties</a><br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/mjQ0wLCoLIk">"Melody Lee"</a> (SixtySecondsSteve video)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/kDHlrhgqpNU">"New Rose"</a> (mikeywolves1 video)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/ESutxD3r9oY">"I Just Can't be Happy Today"</a> (mikeywolves1 video)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/d1ymbMJrUaA">Captain Loves Bon Jovi & The Jam</a> (mikeywolves1 video)<br />
<br />Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-71928432084867067942017-03-13T15:47:00.003-04:002018-08-04T15:00:32.041-04:00This Year's Model: Genie Vincent Remembered<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charm City Cover Girl Eugenie Vincent (photo courtesy Mike Milstein)</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />A friend messaged me today via social media, asking if I recalled a record album that featured erstwhile Baltimorean and fashion model <b>"Genie" Vincent </b>(not to be confused with the crippled rockabilly legend, <b>Gene "Don't Call Me Genie" Vincent</b>), whom we knew from hanging out at Towson State University in the early 1980s. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I didn't remember much about "Genie" (birth name <b>Eugenie Vincent</b>) other than she was extremely tall (5 foot 11?) and slender (hence the modeling career) and that my ex-wife and college bandmate <b>Katie Glancy</b> knew her from TSU. (Katie's convinced she appeared on some Steve Winwood record that I had, but I haven't been able to solve that mystery.) I only recall seeing Genie at Oddfellows Hall music shows, having graduated from TSU in 1980, though she was friends with a number of TSU undergrads like <b>Leslie "Leigh" Miller</b>, <b>Mike Milstein</b> (another college bandmate),<b> Mindi Siegel </b>and <b>Marty Benson</b>. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Others knew her from her days at Baltimore's former hippie enclave, <b>Baltimore Experimental High School</b> (504 Cathedral Street, down the street from the First Unitarian Church). As Rafael Alvarez once described it in a 2013 City Paper profile, BEHS was known for turning out "some of the most creative, some of the most successful, and some of the most dysfunctional high school graduates in Baltimore." </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Genie was certainly one of the more successful grads and went on to work with a number of creative talents. She ended up crossing the pond to model in Europe, where <b>Malcolm McLaren</b> must have discovered her because the album she appeared on was none other than the former Sex Pistols manager and Sex boutique co-owner's 1984 </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">opera-meets-R&B mashup, </span><i style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Fans</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">. (T</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">hanks go to the recollections of tattoo artist, music promoter and Waverly Brewing Company co-owner <b>Bill Stevenson</b> for remembering Genie's appearance on this record!)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Front cover of Malcolm McLaren's "Fans" LP (Charisma, 1984)</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">According to her Internet Movie Database (IMDb) <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0898632/?ref_=fn_al_nm_1">filmography</a>, Genie later appeared in Mary Harron's 1996 film<i> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116594/">I Shot Andy Warhol</a></i>, though local fanboy <b>Robert J. ("Beefalo Bob") Friedman</b> adds, "But if you blink, you'll miss her." She plays one of Warhol's Superstars and, though her role was fleeting, Bob insists,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> "She'll always be a superstar to me!"</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I Shot Andy Warhol" (1996)</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Her IMDb credits also include the 1996-1997 television series <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0286338/?ref_=nm_knf_i3">The Anti-Gravity Room</a></i>,<i> </i>1998's <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118616/combined">Anarchy TV</a></i> (which, in addition to Genie, featured another Baltimore actress, <b>Mink Stole</b>), and Zoltan (great name!) Alexander's 1993 film short, <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt5960034/?ref_=nm_knf_t4">Skinned</a></i>.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Genie also apparently collaborated a number of times with legendary former Baltimore artist-provocateur <b>tENTATIVELY a cONVENIENCE</b> and his <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neoism">Neoist </a>cronies. (tENT briefly taught a "No No Umbrella Class" at Experimental High in the fall of 1981; perhaps that's where they met.)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">In October 1981, Genie worked with tENT on two "events" at the Toronto Public Works Festival. First, there was the "</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Seatbelt Violation Public Works Promotion," which tENT described in "<a href="http://idioideo.pleintekst.nl/MereOutline1981.html">Mere Outline 1981</a>" thusly:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b>Eugenie Vincent</b> & I were tied to the roof of a rented car to attract attention to us while we drove around the city with signs advertising the festival we were to participate in & "HOMEX" - the magazine that 1 of the drivers, <b>Ricki Kilreagan</b> (the other driver being <b>Sin-Dee Heidel)</b>, was editor of. After 20 minutes or so, we were stopped by a cop, who was eventually joined by 2 others. The cops tried to figure out what they could charge us with & eventually decided on "seatbelt violation" - much to the general amusement.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: white;">As an impromptu contribution to the "Neoist" night at the Gallery, <b>Eugenie Vincent </b>stripped, with her face wrapped with toilet paper (so that no photographs could be used to incriminate her in case she were to run for political office later), & lay on the floor. Unwanted left-overs from a very authentic Chinese meal we'd had earlier (cow's lung or some such) was spread out on her chest & abdomen. The audience was told that whoever ate the most food off of Genie without using their hands would win a free Chinese dinner. Of course, we knew that it was unlikely that anyone would want to eat any more chinese food after undergoing this experience but we figured that at least a few people in the audience would want to eat this slop off of </span><i style="background-color: white;">the naked </i><span style="background-color: white;">girl. I, most likely, conceived of all this & acted as judge. <b>Ricki Kilreagan</b> attempted to play some sort of kitsch tv music. <b>Sin-Dee Heidel </b>probably assisted in some way or another. 2 or more guys from the audience tried to eat the food off of Eugenie. I think everybody but 1 guy dropped out repulsed by the food. The remaining one who would've won pulled out a pocket knife in a frenzy of sexual aggressiveness & started scooping up the food with it. He was disqualified as a result & no-one won. To top it off, a sleazy Yugoslavian Photographer chased Genie around, still naked with toilet paper wrapped around her face, photographing in an "artistic" frenzy. This same photographer documented Skin Transfer (#</span><b style="background-color: white;">51</b><span style="background-color: white;">) - telling us "I believe in you" but refusing to give us copies of the photos. Hhmmm..</span></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Genie's Chinese food leftovers modeling performance reminded me of my old band Thee Katatonix's first-ever show at Towson's Oddfellows Hall back on April 27, 1979. For our debut, frontman Adolf Kowalski convinced some young woman to lay prostate on the stage, covered with a garbage bag, while he showered her with the remnants of a dissected stuffed teddy bear doll (his version of a punk pinata?) and spat beer on her. I think the trade-off was she got in free and got some beers (besides the ones spat on her). Who knew then that Adolf's abusive antics were actually high-concept "performance art" that would have impressed Neoists in Toronto galleries?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">But I digress...OK, back to Genie.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">A number of people in the Marble Bar Facebook group remember her a lot better than me, and everyone agrees that she was a sweet soul, someone really worth knowing. Or, as <b>Bob Richardson</b> posted on The Marble Bar Facebook group page, "I remember her. How could one forget?"</span><br />
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<b style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Robert J. ("Beefalo Bob") Friedman</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> recalled: "I was extremely fond of her. A down to earth person for such a glamor-puss."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>Marty Benson:</b> "I remember her from before she went to Italy. She was a very sweet Experimental High School girl, or she hung out with that crew. Very friendly and down to earth."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><b>Leslie Fuquinay Miller</b>: "She and I were best friends for a year or so. We hung out in DC almost every night and slept on the second floor of the Union every morning. </span></span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">We used to get dressed up and eat at Au Pied De Cochon in DC. We saw The Circle Jerks and lots of other punk bands together. She was always such a sweetheart. I remember that she had to sneak into her going-out clothes at her mom's apartment or house. It's fuzzy. Lotta years gone by."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>Mindi Siegel:</b> "She taught me how to do the 'Huntington Beach' on the second floor of the [TSU] Student Union."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>Amy Linthicum</b> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">first met Genie when <b>Leslie Miller</b> brought her to a party at the Glen Burnie house where Null Set's <b>Mark Harp</b> and <b>Lou Frisino</b> lived with Marble Bar doorman <b>Ron DeNunzio</b>. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">"I remember her wearing an earring made out of a bent fork, and a furry coat in an unnatural color." </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>Alex Layne</b>: "I remember a party out at her parents house in Timonium or someplace.. the Bludgeons played.. D.M. on drums.. I always thought she was hot, but she was a bit older, out of my league."</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>Robyn Webb</b> recalled another Genie performance similar to the her Toronto Public Works Festival collaboration with tENTATIVELY a cONVENIENCE: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">"I remember when she and someone did some kind of performance at the 8x10...might have actually been part of a [Larry] Vega show...they were scantily clad, in just the most minimal lingerie, and Dickie [Gamerman] flipped out, in fear of his liquor license, as they were nearing titty bar territory in their gyrations and ministrations...I think </span><b style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Keith Worz</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> was there...or under a ladder, while Genie and someone (</span><b style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Jenny Beetz</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> maybe?) did her thing while Keith read poetry..."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Rumor has it that Genie moved back to Baltimore after living abroad and in <a href="https://youtu.be/nFbI8uVUFP4">Mendocino</a>, California for many years. Those in the know, know. But if she hasn't made contact with her other former Baltimore friends in the social media age, then it's probably for a reason. Perhaps, like Garbo, she wishes to be alone. Maybe the former cover girl wishes to remain undercover. Respect. This has been merely a look back at a local gal made good.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cassandra (Julie von Rintein) and Genie Vincent (photo from Robert Friedman)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Genie Vincent models a feathery coat that Bjork would love</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Genie Vincent glamour shot</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Genie, Martini & Rossi (photo courtesy Robert J. Friedman)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Genie black and blue (photo courtesy Robert J. Friedman)</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span>Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com103tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-88851357534727939872017-03-09T14:08:00.004-05:002017-03-10T08:58:42.683-05:00China Girls On Film<b>Who Are the Mystery Girls?: Celebrating Countdown Reel Girls</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Countdown to Ecstasy: China Girl on film leader</td></tr>
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One of the thrills of being an audio-visual librarian at Enoch Pratt Free Library is working with 16mm films and spotting the occasional "China Girl" (or "LAD Lady," short for the "Laboratory Aim Density" industry standard created by Kodak's John P. Pytlak) on film countdown leaders. How these women got the sobriquet "China Girls" remains unknown; it's particularly unusual since most of the female subjects were white, not Asian. ("China Girls" might be a reference to the colorful flower print blouses Chinese girls wore at the turn of the 20th century, or to the "<a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=shanghai+girl+trading+cards&espv=2&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwir5rzDgMrSAhUD-mMKHQlnBywQsAQIHA&biw=1920&bih=901#tbm=isch&q=shanghai+girl+advertising&*">Shanghai Girls</a>" advertising cards that came with Chinese cigarettes.) Needless to say, the term has <i>nothing </i>to do with the David Bowie (or Iggy Pop) song "China Girl."<br />
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<em style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Have your highlights lost their sparkle?</em><em style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">And the midtones lost their scale?</em><em style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Are your shadows going smokey?</em><em style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">And the colors turning stale?</em><em style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Have you lost a little business to labs whose pictures shine?</em><em style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Because to do it right – takes a lot of time.</em><em style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Well, here’s a brand new system. It’s simple as can be!</em><em style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Its name is LAD – an acronym for Laboratory Aim Density.</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;">– John P. Pytlak</span></blockquote>
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A recent article by Sarah Laskow ("<a href="http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/the-forgotten-china-girls-hidden-at-the-beginning-of-old-films">The Forgotten 'China Girls' Hidden At the Beginning of Old Films</a>," January 17, 2017) for the wonderful <b><a href="http://www.atlasobscura.com/">Atlas Obscura</a></b> blog profiled these hidden faces that were never meant to be public and renewed my long-standing fascination with them. As Laskow writes:<br />
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Few people ever saw the images of China girls, although for decades they were ubiquitous in movie theaters. At the beginning of a reel of film, there would be a few frames of a woman's head. She might be dressed up; she might be scowling at the camera. She might blink or move her head. </blockquote>
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But if audiences saw her, it was only because there had been a mistake. These frames weren't meant for public consumption. The China girl was there to assist the lab technicians processing the film. Even though the same person's face might show up in reel after reel of film, her image would remain unknown to everyone except the technicians and projectionists. </blockquote>
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For many years photo labs would produce unique China girl images; around a couple hundred women, perhaps more, had their images hidden at the beginning of films. As movies have transitioned from analog to digital, though, China girls are disappearing.</blockquote>
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But not in Rockville, Maryland, where Colorlab is not only one of the last full-service film labs operating in the country, but has also revived the practice of making in-house China girls because there's no standardized "LAD lady" for the newest version of Kodak film.<br />
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And now there's renewed interest in these mystery women thanks to Rebecca Lyon and the Chicago Film Society's <a href="http://www.chicagofilmsociety.org/projects/leaderladies/">Leader Ladies Project</a>, which has collected and posted around 200 China girl images (including rare ones showing men, mannequins and even people of color). Below is a picture from the Leader Ladies Project collection that actually shows an Asian woman in the film leader for Nagisa Oshima's 1968 film <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063198/">Death By Hanging</a></i>. (Since it's a Japanese film, she's probably not literally a "China girl," but close enough!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Death By Hanging"'s Leader Lady</td></tr>
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Then there's the 2008 short film by Julie Buck and Karin Segal called <i><a href="https://youtu.be/-nVBDX3P5TY">Girls On Film</a> </i>that reflects on the anonymity of the test subjects by using an old "making it in Hollywood" movie soundtrack.<br />
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Buck and Segal described their film as follows:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;">Girls on Film is about 70 unknown movie stars. Despite appearing in countless films, they were never actually meant to be seen by the movie-going public. In fact, these women are so enigmatic that in most cases we do not even know their names. This film is a tribute to these forgotten women.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;">Officially known as color-timing control strips, these anonymous female film studio workers were affectionately dubbed "china girls" by the industry. The images in this show were meant only for use by the processing lab to match color tones in the associated film. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;">Initially heavily scratched and faded, each images has been enlarged, restored and edited until these unknown and formerly unseen women resemble publicity snapshots of well-known film stars.</span></blockquote>
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Jean Bourbonnais, a former projectionist at the National Film Board of Canada, compiled the heads and tails of numerous 35mm international films into a 16-minute-plus montage called <i><a href="https://youtu.be/fxdnxu9GQuw">China Girls</a></i>. Bourbonnais addressed the mystery of these unknown leader ladies with a decidedly feminist slant, calling them "the voiceless workers of a proto-sex industry, entertaining mostly male lab technicians over the course of the working hours, similar to the pin-ups or sexy girl calendars found in most car repair shops or other blue collar male-dominated fields of work, China Girls are there to brighten up a gloomy day."<br />
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Hmm...I never thought of China Girls as the equivalent of a <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=snap-on+tools+calendars&rlz=1C1AOHY_enUS708US708&espv=2&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiZtujch8zSAhXD6CYKHXPmAW4QsAQIRQ&biw=1134&bih=609">Snap-on Tools calendar</a> hung in a film lab technician's workshop, but Bourbonnais makes an interesting point.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A China Girl answers the Hot Line: "A call for President Trump? Please hold, Mr. Putin!"</td></tr>
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Speaking of Girls On Film...Years ago, I discovered China Girls thanks to <b>John Heyn</b> (of <i>Heavy Metal Parking Lot</i> fame). John also directed a short film called <i><a href="https://youtu.be/ea-zdydsnZA">Girls On Film</a></i> that celebrated these unknown women who appeared at the beginning of film reels and were used by lab technicians for color quality control. And it still holds a special place in my heart, no doubt because John used an obscure pop song by the Passions ("I'm in Love With a German Film Star") as his accompanying soundtrack.<br />
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Here's John Heyn's description of his film:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">GIRLS ON FILM is an experimental film that captures the fleeting images from countdown leaders of old film prints. The "china girls" who appeared in these unseen film frames were posing for far less than aesthetic purposes and more for technical reasons. Their fleshtones and accompanying color-charts helped the film lab technicians calibrate the color-rendition of the film stock. The soundtrack is the 1981 new wave hit "I'm In Love with a German Film Star" by The Passions.</span></blockquote>
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I recently discovered another China Girls montage set to an obscure pop soundtrack. Called "<a href="https://vimeo.com/9854514">Lili On the Web</a>" - in France, China Girls are called "Lili," perhaps after the traditional name for film slates used in Technicolor shoots - it uses April March's song "<a href="https://youtu.be/7NDsbEiCxXw">Chick Habit</a>" (itself an English cover of the Serge Gainsbourg composition "<a href="https://youtu.be/FWRCJhsz5t4">Laisse Tomber les Filles</a>" - or, "Leave the Girls Alone" - which was originally sung by in 1964 by France Gall) as a musical backdrop. "Chick Habit" was also used in the film soundtracks of <i>But I'm a Cheerleader</i> and Quentin Tarantino's <i>Death Proof</i>.<br />
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<a href="https://vimeo.com/9854514">lili on the web</a> from <a href="https://vimeo.com/user2712651">BkTs</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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And on that note, I bid thee farewell with this knowing wink (or is it a blink?) from a vintage China Girl:<br />
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<b>Related Links:</b><br />
<a href="http://www.chicagofilmsociety.org/projects/leaderladies/">Leader Ladies Project</a> (Chicago Film Society web site)<br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/leaderladies/">Leader Lady Project</a> (Facebook page)<br />
<a href="http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/the-forgotten-china-girls-hidden-at-the-beginning-of-old-films">The Forgotten "China Girls" Hidden At the Beginning of Old Film Reels</a> (Sarah Laskow, Atlas Obscura)<br />
<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2005/10/countdown-to-ecstasy-china-girls.html">Countdown To Ecstasy: China Girls</a> (Accelerated Decrepitude)<br />
<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2007/09/china-girls-redux.html">China Girls, Redux</a> (Accelerated Decrepitude)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/gVLX-7cYWfM">16mm Leader China Girls</a> (Brian Durham, YouTube)<br />
<a href="https://youtu.be/fxdnxu9GQuw">China Girl</a> (Jean Bourbonnais, YouTube)<br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/9854514">Lili On the Web</a> (Vimeo)<br />
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<br />Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-73372764790383631602016-11-14T13:52:00.004-05:002016-11-14T14:01:55.414-05:00"New Sounds for Silent Films" screening at Walters Art Gallery<b>New Sounds For Silent Films</b><br />
Music by Jamal Moore, Ami Dang, and WUME<br />
November 10, 2016 @ Walters Art Museum<br />
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The Walters Art Gallery, in partnership with the Maryland Film Festival, presented three short films from the <a href="http://www.prattlibrary.org/locations/sightsandsounds/index.aspx?id=8494">Enoch Pratt Free Library's 16mm film archives</a> as part of its "New Sounds for Silent Films" live music program. In conjunction with the museum's special exhibition "A Feast for the Senses," musicians <b>Jamal Moore,</b> <b>Ami Dang</b>, and <b>WUME </b>created and performed new scores for the three "silent" films (actually, though mostly lacking spoken word, they all originally featured musical soundtracks or sound effects). Regardless, the event organizers couldn't have picked three better "trippy" films to stimulate the senses. Films included: <i>Moon 1969</i>, <i>Asparagus</i>, and <i>Time Piece</i>. The screening was free for Walters Art Gallery and and Maryland Film Festival members.<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/KEdOU0DzEp8">Moon 1969</a></b><br />
(Directed by Scott Bartlett, USA, 1969, 15 minutes, color, 16mm)<br />
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This is the film Scott Bartlett made with <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Hollingshead">Michael Hollingshead</a>, the guy who turned Timothy Leary (among others) on to acid with his infamous mayonnaise jar filled with 5,000 hits of pure Sandoz LSD. In it, blurred television tapes of the Apollo 11 moon trip, alternating explosions of blank and color film, music, the voice of an astrologer discussing "all-ness," love, and the stars, and abstract film patterns combine to create what the director describes as a "cosmic mind flight" and "a space-age sermon celebrating the joys of metaphysical love."<br />
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In his study of 1960s American experimental cinema <i>The Exploding Eye,</i> Wheeler Winston Dixon wrote "[Scott Bartlett's films] exemplified San Francisco's preferred form of cinematic discourse for a later generation of artists, poets, writers and videomakers...The visual structures of Bartlett's films influenced the images we see on MTV today, as well as the digital special effects employed in many contemporary feature films."<br />
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According to Paul Brawley of the American Library Association, "The interrelated convolutions and spasms of image, color, and sound that filmmaker Bartlett creates is the cumulative effect of his pioneer work using negative images, polarization, television techniques, computer-film, and electronic patterns all compressed into a visual punch that directs one where he normally would not go with a film - on a trip in search of the human soul."<br />
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Gene Youngblood of the Los Angeles Times adds, "<i>Moon 1969</i> is a beautiful, eerie, haunting film, all the more wonderful for the fact we do not once see the moon: only the manifestation of its powers here on earth, the ebb and flow of the waters.. fiery rainbows into a cloudy sky... men and rockets transformed into shattering crystals... creating a picture if the cosmos in continual transformation."<br />
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During his life, Bartlett was sponsored by such filmmakers as Francis Ford Coppola. Yet today, despite their undiminished impact and undeniable influence, Bartlett's films are seldom shown. Pratt also owns Scott Bartlett's <i>OffOn</i> (1968), <i>The Serpent</i> (1971), and <i>Medina</i> (1972). Barlett's films are also available through Canyon Cinema. (Scott Bartlett, USA, 1969, 15 minutes, color, 16mm)<br />
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<a href="http://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f39$002fSD_ILS:39169/ada?rt=CKEY|||CKEY|||false">Check this title in the Enoch Pratt catalog</a>.<br />
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<a href="https://vimeo.com/156095618"><b>Asparagus</b></a><br />
(Directed by Suzan Pitt, USA, 1979, 19 minutes, color, 16mm)<br />
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<a href="https://vimeo.com/156095618">Suzan Pitt - Asparagus (1978).avi</a> from <a href="https://vimeo.com/user49172435">anastasios</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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This "candy colored animated nightmare" rocked audiences upon its release - it ran theatrically with David Lynch's <i>Eraserhead </i>on the Midnight Movie Circuit - and catapulted Suzan Pitt to the front ranks of indie animation. From its opening scene of a woman defecating an asparagus spear into her toilet bowl to the concluding set piece (also very Lynchian and reminiscent of the theater scene in <i>Muholland Drive</i>) in which the artist opens her Medusa's box to release rare wonders before a claymation audience, stunning cel animation propels its blank-faced protagonist into a world of Freudian symbolism and Jungian archetypes. Winner of the grand prize at the Oberhausen Short Film Festival.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Freudian symbolism in <i>Asparagus</i></td></tr>
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Suzan Pitt later worked on some Peter Gabriel music videos. On February 15, 2008, she made a Baltimore "Pitt" stop to present a special screening of <i>Asparagus</i> (on 35mm!) and other works at the Maryland Institute, College of Art.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom Warner with Suzan Pitt at MICA, February 2008</td></tr>
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Suzan Pitt Web site: <a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~suzanpitt/">home.earthlink.net/~suzanpitt/</a><br />
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<a href="http://catalog.prattlibrary.org/client/default/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fSD_ILS$002f5$002fSD_ILS:5094/ada?rt=CKEY|||CKEY|||false">Check this title in the Enoch Pratt catalog</a>.<br />
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<b>Time Piece</b><br />
(Directed by Jim Henson, 1964, USA, color, 9 minutes, 16mm)<br />
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<i>Time Piece</i> is a 1965 experimental short film directed, written, produced by and starring Jim Henson (credited as "The Man"). The film depicts an ordinary man moving in constant motion, in a desperate attempt to escape the passage of time. It is noteworthy for being a non-puppet, live-action Jim Henson production.<br />
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<i>Time Piece</i> received several film festival awards, including the Blue Ribbon Award from the American Film festival in 1967, and was nominated for an Academy Award in the "Best Short Subject, Live Action Subjects" category in 1966. In 2008, it became available at the <a href="http://www.apple.com/itunes/">iTunes store</a>.<br />
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Henson began the project in the spring of 1964 (initially titling it <i>Time to Go</i>) and continued to work on it for nearly a year, between commercial projects and various Muppet television appearances. The short film premiered on May 6, 1965 at the Museum of Modern Art and was distributed through Pathe Contemporary films to arthouse theaters and the film festival circuit. It played in New York City along with the French feature <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0061138/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1">A Man and a Woman</a></i>. </blockquote>
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The surrealist film, which runs slightly less than 9 minutes, follows a nameless man who lies in a hospital bed awaiting examination by a doctor through a wide range of experiences. Mundane daily activities are intercut with surreal fantasy and pop-culture references. The relentless passage of time is a recurring motif, both visually, through various clocks, and aurally, through a rhythmic percussion soundtrack which "ticks away" throughout. Key set pieces include an examination of workplace drudgery, a prolonged dinner sequence (intended as a spoof of a scene from the film Tom Jones), and a nightclub visit satirizing the striptease (including a dancing roast chicken and a marionette skeleton). The man also rides a pogo stick, shoots the Mona Lisa, escapes from prison, and gradually applies a coat of pink paint to a living elephant. He assumes different costumes and identities throughout, from Tarzan to a cowboy, and repeatedly utters the only dialogue in the film, a plaintive cry of "Help!" from increasingly incongruous and perilous positions. </blockquote>
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Apart from the rapid montage cutting and superimposition of objects, Jim Henson used animation heavily to create an impressionistic feel. He personally animated scenes of moving patterns, anticipating those later utilized in various <i>Sesame Street </i>inserts. Don Sahlin supervised the use of pixilation and reverse motion to further "stylize" the movements.</blockquote>
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A number of Henson Associates employees appear in the film: <b>Frank Oz</b> (as a messenger and in a gorilla suit), <b>Jerry Juhl</b>, <b>Don Sahlin</b>, and <b>Diana Birkenfield</b>. The rest of the cast and crew were made up of New York "bohemian artists" including portrait artist <b>Enid Cafritz</b> (as "The Man"'s wife)...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enid Cafritz as Jim Henson's wife in "Time Piece"</td></tr>
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...burlesque stripper <b>April March</b> (not to be confused with the musician "April March," real name of Elinor Blake, recording under that name)...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">April March in "Time Piece"</td></tr>
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...Broadway dancer <b>Barbara Richman</b>, and drummer <b>Dave Bailey</b>.<br />
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<b>Related Links:</b><br />
"<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2008/02/pitt-stop.html">Pitt Stop: Animator Suzan Pitt Visits MICA</a>" (Accelerated Decrepitude, February 15, 2008)<br />
<a href="http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Time_Piece">"Time Piece"</a> (Muppet Wiki)<br />
<br />Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-31317688168237996472016-11-07T16:30:00.000-05:002017-01-26T12:54:08.413-05:00I Belong to the Blank Generation: WKHS' Martin Q. Blank<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WKHS 90.5 FM: "The only High School station in Maryland on the FM Dial"</td></tr>
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Like Johns Hopkins University's little 10-watt <a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2016/09/radio-days-at-wjhu.html">WJHU</a> (88.1 FM) in the late '70s and early 1980s (and WCVT in its pre-WTMD heyday), WKHS embodies the spirit and diverse programming of "indie format" college radio. But unlike WJHU or WCVT, WKHS broadcasts from a <i>high school </i>- Kent County High School in Worton, MD - and beams its signal out at over 17,000 watts, meaning its programs can be picked up all over the Eastern Shore, a <a href="http://www.wkhsradio.org/WKHS_FM_LU.gif">60-mile radius of coverage</a> that extends to Dover, Newark, and parts of Pennsylvania. Yes, even across the Bay to Annapolis and Baltimore. That's how my wife Amy and I started listening to, and becoming smitten with, 90.5 on the FM dial.<br />
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To be specific, we love the <b><a href="http://chestertownspy.org/2014/03/26/wkhs-disc-jockeys-harken-back-to-radio-golden-era/">community volunteer programming</a></b> at WKHS. By day, the station is run and staffed by Kent County High School students whose on-air skills are, well, high-schoolish, and whose musical tastes reflect generic contemporary commercial music (i.e., tuneless auto-tuned hip-hop, mall-friendly "indie" rock, mindless metal, dancepop divas-of-the-moment, and the like); in other words, it's pretty bad - although I swear one morning I tuned in and heard some teen-with-a-clue playing 10cc's "Wall Street Shuffle," so there's hope for the future!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Talk Hard!" with Happy Harry Hard-on</td></tr>
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But other than that one exception, you won't find any teen DJs as clued in as Christian Slater's rebellious pirate radio jock "Happy Harry Hard-on" in the 1990 movie <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100436/">Pump Up the Volume</a></i>. Or even as hip as Johnny Slash on <i>Square Pegs</i>. (When the students and community members aren't there - summers, weekends, late nights - WKHS simulcasts <a href="http://www.xpn.org/">WXPN</a> radio from the University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia. This arrangement helps to support WKHS from both a financial and a programming standpoint.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Calling all community volunteers!"</td></tr>
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But on weekends and at night, the volunteers take over and the station soars. We've heard things we just don't hear on other stations. Imagine tuning in and hearing <b><a href="http://mediamaxipad.blogspot.com/2011/12/hotlegs-thinks-school-stinks.html">Hotlegs </a></b>(the pre-Graham Gouldman group that would become 10cc) playing "Suite F.A."! Or a whole program on '60s Swedish Garage-Psychedelic music. These guys don't get paid. They are driven by a passion for what they play and their only reward, other than having the opportunity to share their music with a wider audience, comes from having listeners call in to chat, say thanks, or even request a song.<br />
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<i>"WKHS also has a dedicated crew of community volunteers who do radio shows in the evenings. These shows are "labors of love" that consist of just about any genre of music that you can possibly imagine. Our volunteers are dedicated, knowledgeable, and entertaining."</i> - WKHS web site</blockquote>
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And while we generally like all their programs of "<a href="http://www.wkhsradio.org/volunteers.htm">Commercial Free Diversity</a>" - "Thrill of the Night" 1st Generation Rock and Roll (Sundays 6-8 pm with Al Miller and Dick Lillard, Mondays 6-8 pm with Ron Lockwood); Charlie Stinchcomb and Bucky Murphy's "Voices from the Doorway" Doo Wop (Tuesday nights, 6-8 pm); P.J. Elbourn's "Dixieland & Big Band Jazz" (Wednesdays, 6-8 pm); Lain Hawkridge's "Musicology" modern music "genre exploration" (Thursdays 6-8 pm); Willie "Moonman" Bacote's "Southern Soul" (Fridays 6-8 pm), Andy "The Coach" Moloney's "Music Show" (Saturdays 10 am-12 pm, Sundays 8 pm -12 am); as well as Mike Martinez's "Southern Star Country Club" (Mondays, 8-10 pm), Patrick Clancy's "One Particular Harbour" Island/Party Music show (Tuesdays, 8-10 pm), and Bill Staples' "Honky Tonk Jukebox" (Wednesdays, 8-10 pm) -<b> it's Martin Q. Blank's "The Night Shift," which airs Fridays nights from 8-11 pm, that we <i>LOVE</i></b>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ultravox - "Young Savage" 7-inch (Island Records, 1977)</td></tr>
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Amy and I first discovered Martin Q. Blank and his "Night Shift" when we heard him blasting <b>Ultravox</b>'s "Young Savage" one Friday night. We were driving home from happy hour at a local bar and, I must confess, I was a little tight and overly enthused to hear a radio station playing <i>anything </i>by the early, John Foxx-led Ultravox. By this time, I had parked the car in front of our house, but kept the engine running and the radio on because the good tunes just kept coming. "They must be doing a '70s Punk and New Wave set," I recall saying, as I think we heard Richard Hell and the New Yorks Dolls in the DJ's "rock block."<br />
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Previously, I recall tuning in on another Friday night around the same time and being amazed to hear <b>Barclay James Harvest</b> (a band that practically defines '70s FM Radio AOR; I think I heard "Poor Boy Blues" and "Mill Boys" from 1974's <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everyone_Is_Everybody_Else">Everyone Is Everybody Else</a>)</i> and <b>Pure Prairie League</b> (and not "Amy"- the only PPL song <i>everybody </i>plays - but rather "Angel" or "Falling In and Out of Love" from 1972's <i>Bustin' Out</i>). It was good. It was unexpected. It was album-oriented rock that harkened back to my era of musical consciousness (for better or worse): the '70s. We wondered who was playing this stuff, but it took that Ultravox-led rock block to get us to tune in regularly and find out.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pure Prairie League - "Bustin' Out" (RCA, 1972)</td></tr>
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<i>“If I was stuck on a desert island with a Walkman and unlimited batteries, my choice of music would be Pure Prairie League. The first two albums are incredible.”</i> - Martin Q. Blank (quote from "Tuned In" by David Healey, <i>Star-Democrat</i>, May 22, 2005)</blockquote>
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Unfortunately, there is a dearth of articles written about WKHS's volunteer disc jockeys and the station doesn't post their playlists or stream or podcast their shows. Thankfully, there are two good features from Maryland's regional papers. <i>The Chestertown Spy</i>'s Bill Arrowood profiled them in his "<a href="http://chestertownspy.org/2014/03/26/wkhs-disc-jockeys-harken-back-to-radio-golden-era/">WKHS Disc Jockeys Harken Back to Radio's Golden Era</a>" piece (March 26, 2014) and <i><a href="http://www.cecildaily.com/">Cecil Whig</a></i> reporter David Healey interviewed Martin Q. Blank in his "<a href="https://www.newspapers.com/newspage/115831828/">Tuned In</a>" review for Easton, MD's <i>Star-Democrat</i> (May 22, 2005).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Martin Q. Blank is "Tuned In"</td></tr>
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<i><br />A few years back, Martin Q. Blank got tired of listening to the same old songs on the radio. Most people would have just changed stations. He started his own radio show instead.</i> - David Healey ("Tuned In," <i>Star-Democrat</i>, May 22, 2005)</blockquote>
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"Martin Q. Blank" is actually the radio alias of <b>Michael Coleman</b>, son of former WKHS DJ <b>Charlie Coleman</b>. (If "Martin Q. Blank" sounds familiar, it's because it was taken from John Cusack's character in the 1997 film <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119229/">Grosse Pointe Blank</a></i>.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Cusack, aka "Martin Q. Blank"</td></tr>
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The Colemans were natives of nearby Chestertown in Kent County. Michael actually graduated from the high school where he now does his weekly radio show. Charlie Coleman (1952-2011) was a legendary figure at the station, broadcasting a Doo Wop show from 1988-1997 before switching over to do a Country program from 2000-2008. His son "Martin Q. Blank" made his broadcast debut in 1997 and, from the start, it was clear that good taste was in his gene pool.<br />
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<i>From the start, he followed the advice of fellow WKHS disc jockey Charlie Coleman: <b>“‘Don’t just play the hits,’ he told me. They can hear that every single day. Play the more obscure tracks that you don’t hear any more. They’re listening for songs they may have forgotten. The music is the most important thing, rather than the DJ playing it.”</b></i> - Dan Healey ("Tuned In," <i>Star-Democrat</i>)</blockquote>
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Blank breaks his three-hour "'70's, '80s, '90s & Beyond"-themed show into one-hour blocks representing each decade, starting with the '70s at 8 pm, continuing with the '80s at 9 pm, and finishing with the '90s at 10 pm. (The '70s and '80s playlists are the strongest, in this listener's opinion.) Blank has a very youthful voice, one that made Amy and I wonder how someone who sounded barely old enough to remember the '70s or '80s could know all these cool tunes from those times. So after he opened this past Friday's show with the theme song from <i><a href="https://youtu.be/2drv0joKUcA">WKRP in Cincinnati</a> </i>(which just happens to be one of Amy's all-time favorite TV shows - she actually sang along to it word-for-word, <i>"Baby, if you ever wonder..."</i>)...<br />
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...followed by <b>Buzzcocks </b>playing 1978's "<a href="https://youtu.be/-EEPvXlTUnU">What Do I Get?</a>"...<br />
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...and a trio of songs by <b>D-Day</b> ("<a href="https://youtu.be/4jORrvPSGWc">Too Young To Date</a>"), <b>Blondie </b>("<a href="https://youtu.be/qs5Zm2fFxjU">Accidents Never Happen</a>" from <i>Eat To the Beat</i>) and <b>Elvis Costello</b> ("<a href="https://youtu.be/LrjHz5hrupA">Oliver's Army</a>" from <i>Armed Forces</i>) - all dating from 1979 - I resolved to call the station and find out.<br />
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<i>Ring-a-ding-ding!</i> "WKHS 90.5 FM, this is Martin," he answered.<br />
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"Hi Martin, this is Tom and Amy calling from Baltimore - we love your show!" I said, congratulating him on the night's programming so far and telling him I was most impressed by his playing <a href="http://www.madmartian.com/music_dday.htm">D-Day</a>'s "Too Young To Date." I actually own this obscure punk single - and used to play it on my old <a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2016/10/my-fave-wjhu-playlists.html">WJHU radio show</a> - but hadn't heard it in over 35 years! (I doubt many people have ever heard it, for that matter. Though it reached #1 on L.A.'s KROQ and was included on the now out-of-print <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000033AP/qid=1006735633/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_11_2/102-1252251-9505764">New Wave Hits of the '80s Vol 1</a> - </i>an<i> </i>ironically named compilation, since all the songs were recorded in 1979 - its <i>Lolita </i>subject matter is definitely politically incorrect and the record was briefly banned from airplay on California radio.) I asked Martin how old he was, because to me he sounded Too Young To Remember songs like "Too Young To Date" from 1979. I was floored when he told me he was 44!<br />
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I handed the phone to Amy and said, "Say hi, Amy!" "Hi Amy!" she spoke into the phone. Martin Q. Blank was very friendly and glad to hear we were calling from Baltimore. He even promised to dedicate his next three-song set at 9 pm to "Tom and Amy in Baltimore." It included selections from three of my favorite one-hit wonders: <b>Killer Pussy</b>, <b>Josie Cotton</b> and <b>The Humans</b>.<br />
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<i>The callers often help fuel the show. “They turn me on to so much I don’t know about or that I forgot,” he said. “Sometimes I’ll say, ‘Man, I haven’t heard that in years.’” Some nights he doesn’t take requests but does a special show. That includes his annual “Miami Vice” night featuring songs from the 1980s TV series. Another recent show was made up entirely of soundtracks from ‘80s movies. He reaches deep to find that gem from the B side or that one- hit wonder. </i>- Dan Healey ("Tuned In," <i>Star-Democrat</i>, May 22, 2005)</blockquote>
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Martin Q. Blank is funny and self-deprecating. He frequently mentions that he is single and ad-libs lines when cueing up records. Tonight, for example, he introduced "What Do I Get?" by Buzzcocks with the crack, "Girls are always saying this to me." When he was interviewed by <i>The Cecil Whig</i>'s Dan Healy back in 2005, Martin confessed that he sometimes wings it in the studio, bringing in a small number of records and CDs but otherwise playing it by ear based on his mood and the requests he gets. "As they're playing and the calls come in, that's when I start to pick the rest. I like to keep it loose."<br />
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<i>For Blank, it’s all about the music — and the callers.</i> - Dan Healey ("Tuned In," <i>Star-Democrat</i>, May 22, 2005)</blockquote>
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As this Friday night's show continued, Martin played some so-so AC/DC, Journey, Boston, and Cheap Trick ("Dream Police") before returning to some older '70s gems, like <b>Robert Gordon & Link Wray</b> covering The Johnny Burnette Trio's rockabilly classic "<a href="https://youtu.be/4MX62dAvTjU">Lonesome Train</a>" and the mid-period (pre-Buckingham & Nicks), Bob-dominated (Bob Welch & Bob Weston) <b>Fleetwood Mac</b> playing "<a href="https://youtu.be/yy-51ZTbFis">Hypnotized</a>" (from 1973's <i>Mystery To Me </i>LP<i>,</i> a personal fave).<br />
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And then at 9 pm, the '80s set kicked off with Martin's three-song dedication to us: "This next set goes out to some new callers, Tom and Amy from Baltimore!"<br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/e5ep8jp2zkQ">Killer Pussy - "Teenage Enema Nurses In Bondage"</a><br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/457N1m4oUZw">Josie Cotton - "Johnny, Are You Queer?"</a><br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/oHFzrQodS1M">The Humans - "I Live in the City"</a><br />
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I'm proud to say I own all three records and they are inspired choices. As their titles suggest, "Teenage Enema Nurses in Bondage" and "Johnny, Are You Queer?" are pure novelty songs, but San Jose's <b>The Humans</b> were a solid New Wave outfit and "I Live in the City" is a great song musically and <a href="http://genius.com/Humans-i-live-in-the-city-lyrics">lyrically </a>("If you're gonna act like that you better get on the stage/You're looking for something, try this...She moved up to Hollywood, where she can scream - and she gets away with it!").<br />
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And there was more good stuff to come...The La's, R.E.M., Bad Company ("<a href="https://youtu.be/1LGmG_aCME8">Electric Land</a>"), The Bluebells ("<a href="https://youtu.be/1pdQlomsnLE">Cath</a>"), Rachel Sweet ("<a href="https://youtu.be/x8ioRFSS39U">Voo Doo</a>"), The Church ("<a href="https://youtu.be/g6jhpaX7fNQ">Under the Milky Way</a>"), The Nails ("<a href="https://youtu.be/oai3mUL-T-I">88 Lines About 44 Women</a>" - later used in a Clio award-winning <a href="https://youtu.be/b4n4hBOAzhs">Mazda commercial</a>), INXS ("<a href="https://youtu.be/g6jhpaX7fNQ">Mystify</a>"), and - completely out of left-field, Canadian one-hit wonder <b>Aldo Nova</b> playing "<a href="https://youtu.be/vPQgfaB3S1c">Fantasy</a>"! I can still remember the MTV music video (back in the days of yore when MTV actually played music!). Total cheese, but fun!<br />
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<i>"...The guy knows his music. Sometimes we sit around and talk about music and he can destroy me with his knowledge.”</i> - former WKHS station manager Steve Kramarck (quoted in "Tuned In" by Dan Healey, <i>Star-Democrat</i>, May 22, 2005)</blockquote>
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I wasn't as wowed by the '90s portion of "The Night Shift," but there were some good songs here and there. Martin played Red House Painters ("Katie's Song"), Mother Love Bone, Feist, Wilco, Jules Shear, Trashcan Sinatras, and Dangermouse with Norah Jones covering The Lovin' Spoonful's "Darlin' Be Home Soon." But what piqued my interest was the first request he played, Thrush Hermit's "North Dakota." Not for the song so much as for who requested it: <b>"My friend, Steve Randall from Baltimore."</b><br />
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<i>“His CD collection is massive, and he somehow manages to lug the whole thing into the studio every week.”</i> - Steve Randall (quoted in "Tuned In" by Dan Healey, <i>Star-Democrat</i>, May 22, 2005)</blockquote>
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Apparently, Randall is a regular caller and Martin claims he has discovered quite a few bands and tunes thanks to him. I wondered if this was the <b>Steve Randall </b>I knew, the erstwhile bass player from the '70s punk band <b>Ivan & The Executioners,</b> who released the classic single <a href="https://www.discogs.com/Ivan-And-The-Executioners-I-Wanna-Kill-James-Tailor/release/3063305">"I Wanna Kill James Tailor" b/w "Biafran Boy."</a> (The spelling of sweet baby "James Taylor" was changed, for obvious legal reasons!). In addition to Steve, this band featured my friend and former St. Paul's classmate <b>Hoppy Hopkins</b> (Da Moronics, Mambo Combo, Rockabilly Band, etc.) on drums. (That's him about to get his head chopped off in the picture below.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I Wanna Kill James Tailor" b/w "Biafran Boy" 7-inch (Fine Taste, 1979)</td></tr>
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That Steve Randall (aka "Steve Scandal") had very eclectic taste and was a damned fine rock critic, as well. I lost touch with him over the years, but I wonder if he turned Martin on to D-Day and some of the other obscurities heard on "The Night Shift." Hmmm, just a thought to ponder. (If not, and if Martin Q. Blank is reading this, be sure to get your hands on this record and dedicate it to <i>your </i>"Steve Randall"!) Martin mentioned his friend's name several more times as he introduced new musical "discoveries," as well as other regulars whose tastes he remembers.<br />
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I admit my attention was drifting in and out during the last hour of the broadcast, until I heard something that made me stop in my tracks. Martin Q. Blank ended his show with a real stunner: <b>He played Sinatra!</b> (I guess that was "The Beyond" part of his show's "'70s,'80s, '90s & Beyond" format.) And not just any Sinatra, but a true Sinatra rarity, one that even this Sinatraphile didn't have on CD. I'm talking about "<a href="https://youtu.be/od0Tx48wFAI">Half As Lovely (Twice As True)</a>." Originally the B-side of the 1954 Capitol Records single "<a href="http://sinatrafamily.com/single/half-as-lovely-134/">The Gal That Got Away</a>," it later appeared on the <i>extremely </i>rare <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/This-Sinatra-Vol-2-Frank/dp/B001EPUNVQ">This Is Sinatra 2</a></i> LP and the long out-of-print Australian International Sinatra Society's <i><a href="http://sinatrafamily.com/forum/showthread.php/30228-THE-RARITIES-VOLS-1-AND-2-(Capitol-Australia)-1981-nbsp">Sinatra Rarities - Volume Two</a></i> LP. I think Martin was playing it for a female caller he hadn't spoken to in a while. Regardless: Mind. Blown.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frank Sinatra - "The Rarities - Volume Two" (EMI Australia, 1983)</td></tr>
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It sounds like Martin Q. Blank gets a lot a call-ins, and that must be reassuring because "dead air" and "radio silence" are the things that make DJs lose sleep. He obviously has a following, and I'm glad Amy and I have joined the ranks. Now, if only WKHS would start publishing their playlists! Until then, we'll just have to continue to call in!<br />
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<i>"When it stops being fun, you stop doing it. If there are a hundred people out there listening, then it is well worth my time." </i>- Martin Q. Blank (quoted in "Tune In" by Dan Healey, <i>Star-Democrat</i>, May 22, 2005)</blockquote>
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Martin, it's well worth our time to listen to you! Thanks, and keep spinning those platters that matter!<br />
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Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-38480568749183100692016-10-30T13:37:00.001-04:002018-08-02T13:22:01.721-04:00Retro Baltimore: The 2016 Marble Bar Photo Shoot<b>Marble Bar Alums reunite for fun</b><br />
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<i>"Dark. Dank. Sweaty. Fetid. Subterranean. A physical eyesore in the basement of a once posh hotel long gone to seed. In other words, the perfect rock venue."</i> - Michael Yockel ("What Is and What Should Never Be: A History of the Baltimore Club Scene," City Paper, June 19, 1987)</blockquote>
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<i>"It was a dump, no two ways about it...In the summer it was blistering hot, in the winter it was freezing cold. It was dark, dingy, and stunk like piss."</i> - Adolf Kowalski ("Glory Hole" by Brennen Jensen, City Paper, December 6, 2000) </blockquote>
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<i>"The only reason any scene ever happened in Baltimore was because of the Marble Bar." </i>- David Wilcox (singer, Pooba, Alcoholics, Problem Pets, Chelsea Graveyard)</blockquote>
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(Sunday, October 9, 2016) - Roughly 40 old time punks and
rockers showed up at the Congress Hotel on Baltimore's W. Franklin Street,
curious to see what their former favorite music venue, <b>The Marble Bar</b>, looked
like more than roughly 30 years after the doors closed for good in 1987. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Congress Hotel on W. Franklin Street</td></tr>
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The occasion was a photo shoot organized by <b>Chris Kaltenbach</b>
and photographed by ace photographer <b>Amy Davis</b> for a Baltimore Sun
"<a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/features/retro-baltimore/bs-ae-retro-return-1024-story.html">Retro Baltimore</a>" feature (Sunday, October 30, 2016). This "special session of Congress" was called to see how the Marble and its (ir)regulars looked today compared with back then. (Attendees were asked to hold off posting pics on social media until the Sun article appeared but we live in the age of WikiLeaks and, well, there was a lot of leakage from that historic basement!)<br />
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<b>The Sun hasn't set on this crowd yet</b><br />
The result was a historic pic filled with so many people that it looked like a high school yearbook photo (for a school I certainly wouldn't send my - entirely theoretical - children to!). [I had originally reproduced the picture here, but The Sun told me it violated copyright and asked me to take it down. I certainly get that, but given that so many people have already posted the pic on social media, it seems rather pointless - but no worries, this dude will abide. I'm flattered that my dumb blog is even on their radar.] Go here to see the pic: <a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/bal-bs-ae-retro-return-bs0042123469-20161024-photo.html">Marble Bar Alums</a>.<br />
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In his accompanying text to "<a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/features/retro-baltimore/bs-ae-retro-return-1024-story.html">The Marble Bar alums</a>," Chris Kaltenbach wrote:<br />
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Some 30 alumni of Baltimore's punk scene recently gathered at the Marble, and if the old place wasn't quite as loud as it once was, its spirit has hardly been dimmed. An elevator brought everyone downstairs, a modern convenience hitherto unimagined, and everything looked a lot cleaner and brighter than people remembered. But time has not dimmed the glory of what went down here.</blockquote>
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Continue reading "<a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/features/retro-baltimore/bs-ae-retro-return-1024-story.html">The Marble Bar alums</a>" (you'll need to scroll down a bit, past the Bay Bridge driver story - there is no direct link) at <a href="http://baltimoresun.com/">Baltimoresun.com</a>.<br />
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And who exactly showed up? The roll call of musicians appearing in the pic included: Tom Diventi, 60 (Da Moronics), Craig Stinchcomb, 63 (Judie's Fixation), Anderson, Tom Warner, 59 (Thee Katatonix), Ed Neenan, 55 (The Click) and Mr. Urbanity, 60 (Thee Katatonix), Joe Goldsborough, 52 (Reptile House), Mark Shimonkevitz, 55 (Ungrateful Bitches), Billy McConnell , 65 (Strangelove), Tom Chalkley, 61 (The Reason), Mark O'Connor, 64 (Food for Worms), Woody Lissauer, 57 (Strangelove), Hoppy Hopkins, 58 (Da Moronics), Mike Milstein, 56 (Thee Katatonix), Greg Breazeale, 55 (Beavers Cleavers), Adolf Kowalski, 56 (Thee Katatonix), Steven Reech, 50 (The Dinosaurs), Skizz Cyzyk, 50 (Burried Droog), Craig Hankin, 61 (The Reason), Scott Pendleton, 63 (Fuji's Navy), David Wilcox/Steptoe, 66 (The Alcoholics), Big Andy Small, 56 (Thee Katatonix), Steve Cavaselis, 54, (Party Dolls), Jamie Wilson, 64 (Da Moronics), John Gontrum/Johnnie Angel, 53 (Avalanche), William Sutherland/Brian Jones aka Lump(y), 60 (Judie's Fixation), Robyn Webb/Dick Hertz, 60 (Infant Lunch), Ron Weldon, 50 (Grey March) and Anthony Piazza, 58 (Eubie Hayve).<br />
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As the Sun quoted yours truly (me) in the article:<br />
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"It was just really good to see those faces," says Tom Warner, an original member of Thee Katatonix, "and to know so many people were still around."</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"You can read it in the Sunday papers": Baltimore Sun, October 30, 2016</td></tr>
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The key figure among all those faces was the one smack dab in the middle: <b>Leslee Anderson</b>. If Roger Anderson was the King, LesLee was surely the Queen of the Marble Bar Scene, and it was wonderful to see her return to her marble throne, surrounded by her adoring minions. Incidentally, she looked great, like she hadn't aged a day since the '80s. No doubt she was still buzzing from singing a few tunes the night before with Hoppy Hopkins' band, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BaltimoreRockabilly/">Baltimore Rockabilly</a>. As Billy Poore wrote in <i><a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=fdvoZRLEs7EC&pg=PA260&dq=leslee+anderson&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjyvYCcpIjQAhXDQCYKHeK7AaIQ6AEIHjAA#v=onepage&q=leslee%20anderson&f=false">Rockabilly: A Forty-year Journey</a></i>, "I ain't seen any other chick up on a stage anywhere (that at least ain't on a major label) that can touch her live show when she's got the right, rehearsed band behind her." Late great guitarist Danny Gatton (who, like Poore, worked on LesLee's 1988 <i><a href="https://www.discogs.com/Leslee-Bird-Anderson-Runnin-Wild/release/4159886">Runnin' Wild</a></i> album) agreed, once telling a DC music paper, "...that girl can rock out better on stage than any damn woman I ever saw."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LesLee Anderson behind the famous (and still intact) Marble Bar, 2016 (photo by Robyn Webb)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LesLee behind the Marble Bar, sometime in the '80s (photo by Jim Moon)</td></tr>
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<b>Bands of Brothers</b><br />
Lost in the context of the group photo was how many different bands were represented and reunited (if only by one or two members) this day. Of course, some people - like Mark O'Connor, David Wilcox, Jamie Wilson, and Hoppy Hopkins (who once famously quipped "The Marble is the first place you play on your way up, and the last place you play on your way down") - played in so many ensembles that it would be hard to list them all. Below are some of the major combos that were in attendance:<br />
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<b>Thee Katatonix</b>: Tommy Gunn (Tom Warner), Steevee Squeegee (Mike Milstein), Adolf Kowalski (Ross Haupt), Mr. Urbanity (Charlie Gatewood), and Big Andy Small. Sorely missed was Katatonix founder-bassist and lone female member, Katie Katatonic. Not to mention Little Kato Kowalski (John Sovitsky).<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who let the Kats out?: Mr. Urbanity, Steevee Squeegee, Tommy Gunn, Adolf Kowalski, Big Andy Small (photo by Amy Warner)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Hey, where's Squeege? And where <span style="font-size: 12.8px;">the heck is Katie?" (photo by Mike Hearse)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"We're still waiting for you to get in the picture, Steevee!" (photo by Mike Hearse)</td></tr>
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<b>Penniless & The Loafers: </b>LesLee Anderson (also The Twisters), Greg Breazeale (also Beaver's Cleavers), Mark Shimonkevitz<br />
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<b>Da Moronics:</b> Tom DiVenti, Hoppy Hopkins, Jamie Wilson<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Da Moronics outside Odorite, 1978: Jamie Wilson, Tom DiVenti, Hoppy Hopkins, Bill Moriarty, Dave Brubaker (photo by Paula Gillen)</td></tr>
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<b>Buck Subtle</b>: Mark O’Connor and Jamie Wilson<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Buck Subtle's Jamie Wilson & Mark O'Connor</td></tr>
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<b>Strangelove</b>: Woody Lissauer and Billy McConnell<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Billy and Woody share Strangelove</td></tr>
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<b>Alcoholics</b>: Dave Wilcox (Steptoe T. Magnificent), LesLee Anderson<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steptoe and LesLee, back in the day (photo by Jim Moon)</td></tr>
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<b>Judie’s Fixation</b>: William Sutherland (aka Lumpy, Brian Jones), Craig Stinchcomb (aka Dick Goesinya, Jacques Strap)<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Craig Stinchcomb and William Sutherland of Judie's Fixation rock the upstairs Galaxy Ballroom</td></tr>
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<b>The Reason/Bruce Springstone</b>: Craig Hankin, Tom Chalkley<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Reason at the Marble Bar: Tom Chalkey and Craig Hankin, far right</td></tr>
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<b>The Click/Sunday Cannons</b>: Ed Neenan</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">The Click</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">The Sunday Cannons</td></tr>
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It turned out to be a historic event with an unanticipated (big) turnout. And there would have been even more Marble Bar alumni - and maybe even some gal rockers like <b>Julie Smith</b> (Social Skill), <b>Leslie Miller</b> (Question 47), <b>Ceil Strakna</b> (Boy Meets Girl, Big As a House), <b>Cindy Borchardt</b> (The Beaters, The Monuments), <b>Valerie "Onyx" Favazza</b> (The Onyx Azza Band), and <b>Rosalie Wampler</b> (Multiplex, Late Show, Talk Show, Edith Massey & The Evidence, Wall Street) representing - had the photo shoot not occurred on a holiday weekend (Monday was Columbus Day) when many regulars were out of town or otherwise unavailable. Notably absent and missed were <b>Gyro J. Scope </b>(Ed Barker) - the gifted singer and bassist with countless groups (Outrageous, Food For Worms, Blammo) over the years, including what was essentially the Marble's house band, The Alcoholics - as well as <b>Tommy Reed</b> (St. Vitus Dance) and <b>Chuck Gross</b> (The Beaters, The Toys, Mad Habits).<br />
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<i>"I'm sorry I could not attend. I am still underground."</i> - Stoc Marcut (Scott Marcus of Fear of God), posting from beyond the grave on social media</blockquote>
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Besides the 30 musicians who posed for the "Marble Bar Alums" photo, there were maybe another half-dozen fans and former staff in attendance, including scenesters <b>Amy Warner</b> (who married two MB musicians, Mark Linthicum and Tom Warner), <b>Donna Stinnett Bowen</b> (aka "Lady Diode," staff writer for the Marble Bar fanzine <i>Tone Scale</i>), <b>George Wilcox</b> (brother of David and creator of many stylish Marble Bar "musigraphix" flyers and calendars), <i>Coffin Cuties</i> magazine publisher <b>Mike Hearse</b>, <b>Robin Stuprich Linton</b> (former bartender and manager-music booker for the Marble Bar and Galaxy Lounge), and more.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Donna Stinnett Bowen, Amy & Tom Warner, Robin Linton, & Greg Breazeal</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Donna Stinnett Bowen & Amy Warner</td></tr>
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40-plus people would have been a decent weeknight turnout for a show at the Marble Bar when it was open! There would have been even more if the shoot wasn't limited to musicians and staff. I would have liked to have seen more of the Marble gals like <b>Katie Katatonic</b> (don't forget, <i>she </i>founded Thee Katatonix), <b>Jackie the Bartender</b>, <b>Patti Jensen Vucci</b> (another Marble bartender), <b>Carol Underwood</b>, <b>Wendy Wallace</b>, <b>Michele Oshman</b>, <b>Susie Borchardt</b>, <b>Kyle Powers,</b> <b>Cindi Heidel</b>, <b>Mindi Siegel</b>, <b>Julie Kalthof</b>, <b>Lori Heddinger</b>, <b>Beth Sherring</b>, <b>Mary "Myrt" Crivello</b>, <b>Alice (McKee) Wilcox,</b> <b>Aziza Doumani</b>, <b>Patti Codd</b>, <b>Valerie Potrzuski</b>, and <b>Michelle Hovatter</b>. (Not to mention Marble Bar cheerleader <b>Pam Purdy</b>, who passed away in 2007, R.I.P.) Unlike the hardcore scene that flourished later around town, the Marble Bar really had a close-knit sisterhood. As Robin Linton told the Baltimore <i>City Paper</i> in 2000 ("<a href="http://citypaper.kctechworks.com/story.php?id=3556">Glory Hole</a>" by Brennen Jensen), "There were no classes, no fashion or attitude. It was a centralized meeting point, a musical melting pot, and the best years of my life."<br />
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I hope this rekindles memories and, more importantly in the age of Social Media, connections between those who were there, as they share stories, pics, and memorabilia in the days and years to come!<br />
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<i>"Other than committing a crime, this is one of the only ways to make it into The Sun!"</i> - Ed Neenan</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marble Bar, "Home of the Stars" during its heyday 1978-1985</td></tr>
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<b>You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello...Again!</b><br />
It was a weird day. Not sure exactly where everyone would gather for the shoot, upon arriving I looked around to see if I saw any familiar faces hanging around outside the Congress. Down the street I saw a guy in a leather jacket with a cane approaching, and correctly surmised that it had to be erstwhile <b>Reptile House</b> guitarist and <b><a href="https://www.discogs.com/label/88525-Merkin-Records">Merkin Records</a></b> honcho, <b>Joe Goldsborough</b>. As was the day's theme, he was dressed all in black. In fact, dark clothing and leather jackets seemed to be the fashion code for all '80s rock 'n' rollers returning here.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">They Stoop To Conquer: A motley crew of Marble Bar regulars reunite outside the Congress Hotel. L-R: Tom Warner, Amy Warner, Woody Lissauer, Donna Stinnett Bowen, George Wilcox, Adolf Kowalski, Robin Stuprich Linton, Ed Neenan, and "Big" Andy Small (photo by Mike Hearse)</td></tr>
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Some people came prepared with swag, others with musical props. <b>Robyn Webb</b> brought a bagful of <b>Mark Harp</b> "Big Man" buttons (the big dude still abides!). <b>Adolf Kowalski</b> brought a handful of "Thee Katatonix" stickers to decorate/deface every nearby building with, as well as a flyer for the last Marble Bar show. <b>Mike Hearse</b> brought copies of his sexy horror magazine <i><a href="http://www.coffincuties.com/">Coffin Cuties</a></i> to distribute and have his idols pose with. <b>Mike Milstein</b>, <b>Woody Lissauer</b>, and <b>Billy McConnell</b> brought guitars. And <b>Tom Chalkley</b> came armed with his harmonicas belt.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Are you here for the Ethical Society meetup, too?"</td></tr>
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<b>Congressional Lobbyists</b><br />
People gathered around the gated steps that used to be the street entrance to the Marble Bar before realizing they had to go to the lobby of the hotel to get inside. Venturing upstairs into the lobby of the Congress Hotel, I passed a table where a woman was dispensing name tags for a gathering of the <a href="http://baltimoreethicalsociety.org/our-society/">Baltimore Ethical Society</a>. (How ironic!) She didn't even bother asking if I was there for the meeting - she knew something else was up!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">George Wilcox lost his marbles at the Marble Bar. (He's not alone!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joe Goldsborough & Mike Milstein reaquaint themselves with the Congress lobby</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LesLee Anderson, Craig Stinchcombe, William Sutherland, Greg Breazeale, Tom Chakley and Amy Warner in Congress Lobby<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George Wilcox, Woody Lissauer, Greg Breazeale, Big Andy Small</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Leslee Anderson and Tom DiVenti meet & greet in the Congress Hotel Lobby<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike Milstein, Mark O'Connor, Greg Breazeale and Amy Warner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skizz Cyzyk, Tom DiVenti, and Robyn Webb</td></tr>
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The lobby was nice-looking, way nicer than I remembered the last time I set foot there. When Marble Bar-istas weren't downstairs in the bar, they sometimes ventured upstairs to get food from the <b>Renaissance Room</b>, a side room to the left of the lobby...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Renaissance Room restaurant: fine dining in the Congress Hotel lobby!</td></tr>
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<i>"The Marble Bar had its own fanzine, "Tone Scale," and its own after hours restaurant, the Renaissance Room. Both were crummy. Both were cool."</i> - Michael Yockel ("What Is and What Should Never Be")</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">"Tone Scale," October 1982. (Cover by Dave Brubaker)</td></tr>
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Later, regulars would also check out events in the <b>Galaxy Ballroom</b> (formerly The Baltimore Pub) on the right of the lobby. <b>Vermin Supreme</b> and his Jockee Clubbe cohorts started booking regular shows in the Galaxy around the summer of 1985, before the jig was up for both it and the Marble Bar. Before that the Galaxy was utilized for various special events, including the (in)famous "1983 World Subgenius Convention" that was organized by <b>Sam Fitzsimmons</b> (Motor Morons) and Vermin, among others.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Galaxy Ballroom "Grand Opening" flyer</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Back of Galaxy flyer: "After Hours Restaurant & Discotheque"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Galaxy Ballroom hosted the 1983 World Subgenius Convention</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Live from the Galaxy Ballroom, it's "The Larry Vega Show"!</td></tr>
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Supreme, <b>Robyn Webb</b> and <b>Dave Sarfaty</b> were later responsible for the unoffical re-opening of the Marble in October 1985 when a big, seven-band Jockee Clubbe Halloween party in Mt. Vernon got shut down and had to relocate. "That was the party that got shut down when the city condemned the parking garage where the party was," Robyn Webb (who was playing in one of the featured party bands that night, Infant Lunch) recalled. "LesLee gave me the keys to the Marble/Galaxy, Dave Sarfaty booked the city trolley to meet the attendees at the parking garage and take them to the new secret location, the Marble Bar...the rest is jockee clubbe history." Below is the flyer for the party, courtesy of <b>Kenny Vieth</b>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jockee Clubbe party flyer</td></tr>
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<b>Time Will Not Dim the Glory of Their Hole, or "The Old Place Hasn't Changed a Bit!":</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Don't forget!<br />
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An elevator manned by impromptu bellhop Chris Kaltenbach brought everyone downstairs. It was, as he later wrote, "a modern convenience hitherto unimagined" by the crew gathered there.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"C'mon Adolf, suck in your gut so we can close the door," Mr. Urbanity pleads in the crowded elevator</td></tr>
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It took five packed elevator trips to get everybody downstairs to the basement, but there were quite a few epiphanies as people stepped off and beheld the old haunt.<br />
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<i>"The minute I got off that elevator and saw the place, I knew I was home!" </i>- Craig Stinchcomb</blockquote>
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<i>"I never knew the Marble Bar had windows until that day. It was a Marble Mitzvah!"</i> - Ed "Here Comes the Sun (And I Say It's Alright)" Neenan</blockquote>
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<i>"The ol' Marble smelled better than it did back in the day and a dead rat on the floor managed to keep us from feeling too nostalgic."</i> - Craig Hankin</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">There was at least one casualty from the good ol' gang<br />
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Before the scrum of Marble Bar regulars filled the basement and gravitated to the namesake marble bar, the following images (taken by Amy Warner) were our first impressions of the long dormant room.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stairway to...Heaven? (photo by Amy Warner)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roomeo Void? (Photo by Amy Warner)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Filth Column ?(Photo by Amy Warner)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crack the Sky? (Photo by Amy Warner)</td></tr>
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And then everybody's cameras came out to snap pics as Sun photographer <b>Amy Davis</b> scrambled to set up and figure out how to get 30 people in frame and still show some of that famous marble bar. (Thank goodness for wide-angle lens and, more importantly, her innate skill!)<br />
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Here's a <a href="https://youtu.be/uxTVwe8Sw0s">video clip</a> of the Marble Bar alums checking out the basement.<br />
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<b>Photoplay</b><br />
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<i>"People take photos of each other, just to prove that they really existed...When we were young and the world was free, pictures of things as they used to be"</i> - The Kinks, "People Take Pictures of Each Other"</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">I smell a rat...oh wait, it's just Adolf Kowalski!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Craig Hankin (The Reason) and Tom Warner (Thee Katatonix)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy Warner takes her rightful place at the bar</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Donna Stinnett Bowen asks, "You come here often, hon?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David "Steptoe T, Magnificent" Wilcox (photo by Robyn Webb)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LesLee Anderson says, "Home Sweet Home" (photo by Robyn Webb)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom Diventi is ready to place his order</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Pretty darned comfortable, that Marble Bar!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Isn't this exciting?" asks Amy, as Robyn Webb gets ready to take a panoramic shot</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom Diventi and William Sutherland check their phones</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sun photographer Amy Davis sets the scene</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">30 years later and, still, "the waiting is the hardest part"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy Davis comes out of the shadows to snap a shot of Strangelove with LesLee Anderson</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at those windows! Who knew the Marble Bar had them?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Billy McConnell, LesLee Anderson, Woody Lissauer</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Billy, LesLee and Woody bask in the light</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Billy McConnell: Except for Rock & Roll, "We're All Doomed."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David Wilcox and Anthony Piazza pose with "Coffin Cuties" (photo by Mike Hearse)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David Wilcox, Ed Neenan (holding "Coffin Cuties" mag) and Skizz Cyzyk (photo by Mike Hearse)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Hey, is this what the place is named after?" asks a reclining Skizz Cyzyk (photo by Ed Neenan)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Original Katatonix Tom Warner and Adolf Kowalski display flyer for final Marble Bar show</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Close-up of Marble Bar Closing show (May 9, 1987)<br />
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<b>Glory (Hole) Days</b><br />
Before the gory, there was glory inside this hole. Something was happening here in the late '70s and early '80s that couldn't be found anywhere else in town. Sure, later venues like the 8x10 in Federal Hill and the post-disco (air-conditioned) Girard's would eventually siphon off the Marble base, but for a time this was thee place to be for local and touring bands.<br />
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<i>"When Roger and LesLee took over, they wanted the Marble to be a Top 40 club, but they put on a new wave show one Sunday, and 200 people showed up. Something clicked in Roger's head, and he started booking that kind of music exclusively."</i> - David Wilcox</blockquote>
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The two best in-depth articles about the Marble Bar's glory days of 1978-1985 are Michael Yockel's "What Is and What Should Never Be" (a history of local music venues, City Paper, June 19, 1987) and Brennen Jensen's "Glory Hole" (City Paper, December 6, 2000). Following are some facts and quotes extracted from both.<br />
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<i>"<b>For a time, the Marble Bar was a scene, perhaps the only bona fide one that Baltimore has ever engendered.</b> A recurring weekend happening fed on sufficient national, regional, and local talent - and which enjoyed sufficient local support - to sustain and nurture itself. Sure, it followed trends formulated elsewhere (New York, London, Los Angeles) and it existed on the dull edge of the musical cutting edge, but it was undeniably exciting, occasionally drawing big, enthusiastic crowds which swelled with a certain self-importance as they swilled beer."</i> - Michael Yockel ("What Is and What Should Never Be")</blockquote>
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<i>"...for two years, 1980 and 1981, the Marble Bar was the locus for a bona fide rock scene, a place where next-big-thing English, European, and American bands mixed with a thriving coterie of local funsters. Freezing in the Winter, roasting in the Summer, always mega-uncomfortable, the Marble Bar locked on to the burgeoning new wave...while thumbing its nose at the Beltway circuit's tired cliches and the Fish's [music venue No Fish Today] hippie haze." </i>(Michael Yockel, "What Is and What Should Never Be")</blockquote>
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<i>"Given the room's squalor, it's clear that in 2000, the only thing this joint can serve up is memories. And nobody has more of those than [LesLee] Anderson. Between 1978 and 1985, she and her late husband Roger Anderson ran a rock club down here. Under their tutelege, this basement - named after its most prominent feature, that long stone bar - was Baltimore's CBGBs. <b>It was The Scene, the bar that brought punk and new wave to a slumbering town mired in cover bands and disco.</b>" </i>- Brennen Jensen ("Glory Hole")</blockquote>
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Yes, during its glory years from 1978 to 1985, the Marble Bar booked some of what Michael Yockel called the "best and brightest bands to spin out of that era's punk/new wave explosion." Below is George Wilcox's famous flyer that lists all the bands (local and national) who played at the Marble Bar. Click to enlarge.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Goodbye Marble Bar, 1978-1985" (flyer by G. R. Wilcox, 1985)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enlargement showing some of the many bands that played the Marble</td></tr>
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As the "Goodbye Marble Bar" flyer attests, high-profile Marble Bar national acts alumni included Iggy Pop, Johnny Thunders, The Cramps, 999, Psychedelic Furs, X, Squeeze, The Talking Heads, R.E.M., The A's, Polyrock, Bauhaus, Dead Kennedys, Circle Jerks, Black Flag, Dwight Twilley, Comateens, Dead Boys, A Flock of Seagulls, The Dickies, 20/20, Huey Lewis and the News, Alan Holdsworth, Pierre Moerlen's Gong, The Fabulous Thunderbirds, John Cale, The Bush Tetras, Dirty Looks, The Searchers, Eddie & The Hot Rods, Rubber Rodeo, Robin Lane & The Chartbusters, X, Oingo Boingo, Tommy Keene, The Fleshtones, Butthole Surfers, Urban Verbs, The Ventures, The Minutemen, The Teardrop Explodes, Romeo Void, and more.<br />
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<i>"The Marble is the first place you play on your way up, and the last place you play on your way down."</i> - Hoppy Hopkins (Da Moronics and countless other bands)</blockquote>
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Locally, the Marble banged the drums for Da Moronics, Judie's Fixation, Oral Fixation, Thee Katatonix, The Catholics, The Accused, Rock Hard Peter, Bangah, Null Set, Cabal, The 45s, Poverty & Spit, The Casio Cowboys, Beyond Words, Nuvo Blind, Industrial Dance Band, The Weasels, Tommy Keene, Grey March, Acrylix, Dark Side, The Beaters, Onyx Azza, Beaver's Cleavers, Edith Massey, The Beatoes, Fuji's Navy, The Sunday Cannons, Mission, The Reactors, Blue Car, The Click, RBT, Boy Meets Girl, Human Remain, Scratch 'n' Sniff, The Boatniks, Ivan & The Executioners, The Razz, Burried Droog, The Monuments, Here Today, The Breakers, Alter Legion, The Motor Morons, Van Gogh's Ear, 1/2 Japanese, The Skeptics, Reesa & The Rooters, Zehn Archar, Shameless Mooks, Richard Taylor & The Ravers, Sluglug 3, Baltech, Infant Lunch, Reptile House, Fear of God, Jerry's Kids, Boys in the River, The Young Professionals, Tru Fax & The Insaniacs, Tex Rubinowitz, Strangelove, The Nighthawks, Root Boy Slim, Tiny Desk Unit, Black Market Baby, Off the Wall, Slickee Boys, Original Fetish, Bad Brains, Velvet Monkeys, and so on, and so on.<br />
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Around to see and support - as well as to photograph, videotape, write or create art about - many of those performances were die-hard scenesters like <b>Marty Benson</b>, <b>Keith Worz</b>, <b>George Ches</b>, <b>Steve Blum</b> (aka "Studnutz," "Dr. Ray Blummo"), <b>Rafael Alvarez</b>, <b>Steve Randall</b> (aka "Steve Scandal" of Ivan & The Executioners), <b>Rod Misey </b>(WCVT radio DJ), <b>Mark </b>and <b>Ed </b>(Lizard) <b>Rosen</b>, <b>Ronnie Barker</b>, <b><a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/his-name-is-not-legend-its-tentatively.html">Michael Tolson</a></b> (aka "tENTATIVELY a cONVENIENCE"), <b>Chick Veditz</b> (of Chick's Legendary Records fame, who spun records once a week at the Marble for awhile), and Adolf Kowalski's mysterious shutterbug pal known only as "<b>Lou Reed</b>."<br />
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<b>Let 'er R.I.P.:</b><br />
Unfortunately, some very important major players from the scene are no longer with us. The fallen include <b><a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/2009/08/roger-anderson-in-memoriam/">Roger Anderson</a></b>, <b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/stoc.marcut?fref=ts">Stoc Marcut</a></b> (Scott Marcus of Fear of God and Jerry's Kids), <b><a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/2013/12/harp-the-herald-angels-sing/">Mark Harp</a></b> (Mark Linthicum), <b><a href="http://obits.dignitymemorial.com/dignity-memorial/obituary.aspx?n=Thomas-Croke&lc=6890&pid=162006967&mid=5359181">"Pope" Croke</a></b> (Tom Croke of Infant Lunch, Mo Fine's All-Blind Orchestra and Furniture Falling Down the Stairs), <b><a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/local/1990/04/28/vaughn-keith-40-dies/3be03e53-813b-4270-b960-a773ff8f4588/">Vaughn Keith</a></b> ("Ben Wah" of Judie's Fixation), and <b><a href="http://www.citypaper.com/bcpnews-in-memoriam-20150619-story.html">Pam Purdy</a></b>. May they continue to sing, play and dance up in The Cloud.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roger Anderson died of a heart attack April 26, 1984 (City Paper photo)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stoc Marcut died in 1995 (photo from his Facebook page)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mark Harp died December 24, 2004.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vaughn Keith died April 22, 1990 (photo by Jim Moon)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Pope" Croke died December 26, 2012 (City Paper photo)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pamela Purdy at a City Paper party (photo by Joseph Kohl). Pam passed in 2007.</td></tr>
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Oh, and lest we forget, John Waters film star <b>Edith Massey</b> sang at the Marble Bar with various backing groups, including Edie and The Eggs (featuring Dundalk native and future Go-Gos drummer Gina Schock) during her foray into "punk rock." Edith passed away October 24, 1984.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Edith Massey (here backed by Thee Katatonix) died October 24, 1984.</td></tr>
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<b>They Live To Play Another Day:</b><br />
A number of Marble Bar veterans are still at it. <b>Skizz Cyzyk</b> (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/GoPills/?hc_ref=SEARCH&fref=nf">Go Pills</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/GarageSaleBand/">Garage Sale</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheStents/">The Stents</a>, ad infinitum) and former Moronics <b>Hoppy Hopkins</b> (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/Mambo-Combo-185788750044/?fref=ts">Mambo Combo</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BaltimoreRockabilly/">Baltimore Rockabilly</a>, among others) - whose rockabilly band played the night before the photo-shoot with LesLee Anderson guesting on vocals! - and <b>Jamie Wilson</b> (Barrage Band Orchestra, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/OMalleys-March-270846246281417/">O'Malley's March</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/buck.subtle">Buck Subtle & The Lonely Planets</a>, and way too many others to list!) may be the most active, with <b>Ed Neenan</b> (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/E-Joseph-the-Phantom-Heart-59765111577/?fref=ts">E. Joseph & The Phantom Heart</a>, E. Joseph and The Sparrows), <b>Bob "Beefalo" Fiedman</b> (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/Mambo-Combo-185788750044/about/">Mambo Combo</a>), <b>Craig Considine</b> (Almighty Senators, Rumba Club, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/annewattsboister/">Boister</a>), <b>William Sutherland</b> (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/SomethinOrOthers/">Darla Jean and the Somethin' Or Others</a>), <b>Chris Ciatti</b> (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/Batworth-Stone-499051656820584/">Batworth Stone</a>), <b>Craig Stinchcomb</b> (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/KelleyLocklearJacobsBand/?fref=ts">Kelly Locklear Jacobs Band</a>), <b>Billy McConnell</b> (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/Lifeonmarsglam/">Life On Mars Band</a>), <b>Gyro J. Scope </b>(Skunkpuppies), <b>Joe Manfre</b> (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/12GaugeSunrise/">12 Gauge Sunrise</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/harlancountykings/?fref=ts">Harlan County Kings</a>), <b>Rosalie Wampler & Dave Zidek</b> (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/harlancountykings/">Harlan County Kings</a>), <b>Julie Smith & Tom Cohan & Greg Breazeale </b>(<a href="https://www.facebook.com/godoggo123/">Go Dog Go!</a>) also still rockin' on. The "Classic American Songbook - Marble Bar Chapter" is being kept alive by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ChelseaGraveyard/?fref=ts">Chelsea Graveyard</a>, led by <b>David "Steptoe" Wilcox </b>with fellow MB survivors <b>Mike Milstein </b>and <b>Henry Lingenfelder</b>; and, yes, they still "scream at midnight." Until last year, The Motor Morons (<b>Sam Fitzsimmons</b>, <b>Craig Stinchcomb</b>, <b>Tom DiVenti</b>) could always be counted on to play the SoWeBohemian Festival, where former Marble-related groups like <a href="http://katatonix.com/">Thee Katatonix</a>, The Beatoes, and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/markharpallstars/">The Mark Harp All-Stars</a> (Robyn Webb, Chris Dennstaedt, Ben Watson, Chris "Batworth" Ciatti, Ceil Strakna, Cindy Borchardt, David Wilcox, Bob "Beefalo" Friedman, Bill Dawson, Dave Zidek) have resurfaced in recent years. <b>Tom DiVenti</b> also periodically resurfaces as T.T. Tucker (and with Jamie Wilson in his Bum Rush Band). Former Accused drummer <b>Mike Fiore </b>has resurfaced as a guitarist in <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Black-Velvet-Express-32575000982/?fref=ts">Black Velvet Express</a> and Johnny Barefoot. <b>David Cawkwell </b>of The Accused and Mission is now in <a href="https://www.facebook.com/WhenThunderComes/">When Thunder Comes</a>. Erstwhile Blue Car bassist <b>David Cawley</b> (Berserk, Nu-Beats, Order Now!, The Lumpies, Young Prufrock Alliance) now entertains the masses with Skizz Cyzyk in Garage Sale. <b><a href="http://www.woodylissauer.com/index/">Woody Lissauer</a></b> (Strangelove, Cubic Feet) never stopped playing and is his own one-man band. <b>Mark O'Connor</b> until recently was playing with Buck Subtle (whose ranks at one time also included former Moronics bassist <b>Chuck Freeman</b>) and B.L.A.M.M.O., whose stellar CD recordings are well worth checking out. And <b>Mikel Gehl</b> (Nuvo Blind, Neige, Love Riot and many more) still plays with Lisa Matthews in the popular kid-rock band <a href="https://www.facebook.com/milkshakeband/?fref=ts">Milkshake</a>. Probably the most high-profile alumni of the Marble Bar is <b><a href="http://gogonotes.blogspot.com/2008/04/drumming-up-business.html">Gina Schock</a></b>, who went on to find fame playing drums with The Go-Gos after playing here in Scratch 'n' Sniff with Danny "Danimal" Brown (who also played with Thee Katatonix, Edith Massey and Cabal) and backing Edith Massey in Edie and the Eggs.<br />
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<b>Some Legendary Shows:</b><br />
Iggy Pop, The Psychedlic Furs, Squeeze, 999, The Ventures, A Flock of Seagulls - all standing room only gigs packed to the gills...The Dead Kennedys' Jello Biafro almost getting electrocuted when is microphone shorted...Adolk Kowalski writing "Huey Lewis SUCKS" on the men's room wall just as Huey Lewis comes in to take a leak - and then shaking his hand and giving him a Katatonix button!...Mark Harp shaving his beard onstage with the Casio Cowboys...Thee Katatonix blowing out the sound system 10 minutes into their first gig with Judie's Fixation...Rootboy Slim passing out in the dressing room...Thee Kats later transgendering into "The Spit-Ups" after DC's snooty all-girl Pin-Ups pulled out of a gig...Judie's Fixation frontman Ben Wah (Vaughn Keith) opening beer cans with his teeth...Da Moronics singer Don White banging his mic and ad-libbing "Spinal tap, I got a spinal tap" during technical difficulties...Edie Massey doing her "punk" show with a last-minute pick-up band...and so many more come to mind.<br />
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<u>Johnny Thunders (January 29, 1982)</u><br />
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In January 1982, ex-New York Dolls Johnny Thunders and Jerry Nolan (both now deceased) stumbled into town to play a besotted show before a rowdy Baltimore crowd. During the set, Thunders verbally abused the crowd (who gave it right back). [Jim Moon was at that show and has some great pictures of that and other Marble Bar performances on his <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/jack0fhearts/albums">Flickr </a>page.]<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Johnny Thunders at Marble Bar (January 29, 1982) - photo by Jim Moon</td></tr>
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<b>Tom Cohan</b> (Zehn Archar)<b>:</b> "This friend of mine had a beer can in his hand and - lovingly - just kinda tossed it [at the stage], as if to say 'Come on, Thunders.' But the hand of God took that beer can. It just floated across everyone's heads and smacked Thunders smack-dab in his forehead. I even have it on tape. You hear Thunders going, 'Oh, you Baltimore children are so mind-expanding,' and then all of a sudden you hear this 'pop.' He just looked at the crowd, said, 'Thank you, children,' put down his guitar, grabbed his Jack Daniel's off the top of his amp, unplugged, and went out the front door." (Quote from "Glory Days," City Paper, December 6, 2000)<br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/LA28mVN94ho">Listen to Johnny Thunders play "Angie's Party/Endless Party" at the Marble Bar</a>.<br />
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<u>Squeeze (April 5, 1980)</u><br />
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<b>Michael Yockel</b>: "Easter Eve, Saturday, April 5, 1980, is the Marble Bar's night to remember. <b>Squeeze </b>bounded into the place with D.C. rockmeisters The Catholics, and the place was wall-to-wall wavers. You couldn't move. With nearly 600 people crowded into the place, the Marble perspired to Squeeze's slappy new wave pop, as keyboardist Jools Holland ping-ponged off the walls."<br />
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<u>999 (April 23, 1980)</u><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">999/Original Fetish show at Marble Bar (April 23, 1980)</td></tr>
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<b>David Wilcox:</b> "For me, the <b>999 </b>show [April 23, 1980] was a real high point. There were probably 550 people there, and they were on each other's shoulders. For the first time, you felt like something was happening here." (Quote from "What Is and What Should Never Be," City Paper, June 19, 1987)<br />
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<u>Dead Kennedys w/ Black Market Baby (April 16 1981)</u><br />
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<b>LesLee Anderson:</b> "One of the best shows was the <b>Dead Kennedys</b>. We had
600 people come through the doors. I looked up from packing beers behind the
bar, and kids were just flying around like wild fish--this place was mass
lunacy. Oh, and I'll never forget how [head Kennedy] Jello
Biafra left his pants here. I had to mail them back
to him. They were soaking wet and full of holes, but he called me up and said
he had to have them the next day. I offered to wash and dry them, and he said,
'Absolutely not!'" (Quote from "Glory Days," City Paper, December 6, 2000)<br />
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There are so many more that I can't think of at the moment. Watch this space...<br />
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<b>Marble Bar Milestones:</b><br />
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<li>Thanksgiving 1976: Scott Cunningham and Jack Voss opened the Marble Bar; Voss later left the partnership. Cunningham named his club after the club's 72-foot long marble bar.</li>
<li>May 1977: A photo of a Loose Shoes Rhythm Band gig at the Marble Bar appeared on the cover of the first issue of the <i>City Paper</i>, then called <i>City Squeeze</i>.</li>
<li>Fall 1977: Scott Cunningham and Steven "TeeVee" Feldman (Loose Shoes singer) started booking music seven days a week at the Marble Bar; major acts like Talking Heads, Squeeze, Pere Ubu, and Eddie Money played there.</li>
<li>November 1978: Roger & LesLee Anderson took over the Marble Bar after Cunningham had a falling out with Congress Hotel owner Sam Palumbo.</li>
<li>Easter Eve, April 5, 1980: Nearly 600 fans packed the Marble Bar to see Squeeze; DC's The Catholics opened. (Squeeze had previously played the Marble on June 4, 1978.)</li>
<li>April 23, 1980: Over 500 people turned up to see UK punk rockers 999; DC's The Original Fetish opened,</li>
<li>May 1983: Roger & LesLee Anderson opened the Galaxy Lounge in the Congress Hotel lobby-level room formerly known as the Baltimore Pub.</li>
<li>April 26, 1984: Roger Anderson died from a heart attack. He was 37. Tom Cohan: "When Roger died, something went missing from Baltimore: club owners who loved rock 'n' roll. We were left with people who were out to make money. Roger was the only club owner I ever met who was actually a rocker. He had a fire for it."</li>
<li>1984-1985: LesLee Anderson and long-time Marble employee Robin Stuprich kept the Marble open and continued to book bands</li>
<li>December 1984: Someone broke into Marble Bar and stole LesLee Anderson's wedding ring and Dobro guitar</li>
<li>May 31, 1985: LesLee Anderson officially closed the Marble Bar with a farewell concert featuring her band The Twisters, Off the Wall, and remnants of Roger Anderson's old band, Clear.</li>
<li>June 1985-November 1985: Marble Bar bartender Robin Stuprich, her husband Ed Linton, and Joe Gary started booking no-alcohol, all-ages hardcore shows (Bad Brains, Dead Milkmen, Henry Rollins, Butthole Surfers) at the Marble Bar.</li>
<li>November 1985: Vermin Supreme (Scott Taylor) reopened the Baltimore Pub as "The Fabulous Galaxy Lounge."</li>
<li>December 1985: Vermin Supreme reopened the Marble Bar, booking bands from the Roger/LesLee days.</li>
<li>Summer 1986: Former WHFS DJ Clara Petrini took over running the Galaxy Lounge</li>
<li>Late January 1987: The Marble Bar closed again. Three "final night" farewell shows ensued.</li>
<li>May 9, 1987: "Marble Bar Closing Night III" put the club to bed at a show featuring Thee Katatonix, Da Moronics, and Human Remain.</li>
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<b><br />Some Marble Bar Bands-Related Records:</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leslee "Bird" Anderson - "Runnin' Wild" (Renegade Records, 1988)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bruce Springstone 12-inch (Cold Cuts Records, 1982) - art by John Ebersberger</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bruce Springstone 12-inch back cover - art by Tom Chalkley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thee Katatonix - "Divine Mission" LP (UK Spud Records, 1984)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thee Katatonix - "All Sold Out" 12-inch EP (UK Spud Records, 1988)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thee Katatonix - "Thanks Hon 30th Anniversary" (UK Spud Records, 2009)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thee Katatonix - "Daisy Chain" b/w "Home Alone" 45 (UK Spud Records, 1985)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cabal EP (Awf-Trak, 1984)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Accused EP (E.S.P., 1980)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ebeneezer and The Budgeons - "Peer Pressure" EP *Primal Stomp Records, 1978)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunday Cannons - "Red to the Rind" EP (Tastee, 1988)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"The Best of Baltimore's Buried" LP (Balto Weird Records, 1979)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">":30 Over DC" LP (Limp Records, 1978)</td></tr>
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Watch Baltimore Heritage Society's <a href="https://youtu.be/MMBPQCfBAoA">"Marble Bar" video</a> (2013).</div>
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Below are two short videos of the Marble Bar alums checking out the Marble Bar on October 9, 2016:<br />
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Watch "<a href="https://youtu.be/uxTVwe8Sw0s">Retro Baltimore: Marble Bar Photoshoot</a>" (10-9-2016)<br />
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Watch "<a href="https://youtu.be/qWV66XfzUXs">Marble Bar Alum: Congress Hotel Lobby</a>" (10-9-2016)<br />
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Check out Robyn Webb's Infant Lunch videos below:<br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/JstM49-AfKI">Listen to Infant Lunch play "Peter Pan" live at the Marble Bar</a>.<br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/zrLZlOtHDik">Listen to Infant Lunch play "Sumo Slam/I Hate World" live at the Marble Bar</a>.<br />
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Below are videos from Richard Taylor's documentary-in-process about the Marble Bar.<br />
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Watch <a href="https://youtu.be/sutXEJsv6x8">The Alcoholics play "Mean Women"</a> (from the "Marble Bar Documentary").</div>
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Watch <a href="https://youtu.be/nzYlBWevhZw">Thee Katatonix at The Marble Bar </a>(from "The Marble Bar Documentary").</div>
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<b>Suggested Further Reading/Viewing:</b><br />
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<li>"<a href="http://citypaper.kctechworks.com/story.php?id=3556">Glory Hole</a>" by Brennen Jensen (City Paper, December 6, 2000)</li>
<li>"<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2013/08/what-is-and-what-should-never-be.html">What Is and What Should Never Be</a>" by Michael Yockel (City Paper, June 19, 1987)</li>
<li>"<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2007/06/marble-bar-poster-art.html">Marble Bar Poster Art</a>" by Tom Warner (Accelerated Decrepitude, June 3, 2007)</li>
<li><a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2009/05/marble-bar-pix.html">Marble Bar Pix</a> by Tom Warner (Accelerated Decrepitude, May 13, 2009)</li>
<li><a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/marble-bars-tone-scale-zine.html">"Marble Bar's 'Tone Scale' Zine"</a> by Tom Warner (Accelerated Decrepitude, August 15, 2012)</li>
<li><a href="http://marblebar.us/">Marble Bar Documentary</a> (Richard Taylor)</li>
<li><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/73205470147/">Marble Bar (Baltimore)</a> group on Facebook</li>
<li>"<a href="http://www.citypaper.com/bcp-cms-1-1335007-migrated-story-cp-20120627-featu-20120627-story.html">Timeline of Baltimore punk</a>" (City Paper, June 27, 2012)</li>
<li>"<a href="http://www.baltimoreorless.com/2015/02/the-judies-fixation-tapes/">The Judie's Fixation Tapes</a>" (Baltimore Or Less, February 5, 2015)</li>
<li>Jim Moon's <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/jack0fhearts/albums/72157601592663894">Marble Bar photo albums</a> (Flickr.com)</li>
<li>"<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/tentatively-convenience-remembers-balto.html">tENTATIVELY a cONVENIENCE remembers Baltimore's Punk Scene</a>" (Accelerated Decrepitude, February 3, 2012)</li>
<li>"<a href="http://www.citypaper.com/bcp-cms-1-1265403-migrated-story-cp-20120201-featu-20120201-story.html">For 25 years, 'psych-op clown' and former club booker Vermin Supreme...</a>" by Eric Ericson, Jr. (City Paper)</li>
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<br />Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com65tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17196252.post-72010761835864043512016-10-05T16:59:00.000-04:002016-10-19T09:17:51.288-04:00My Fave WJHU Playlists<b>These Are a Few of My Favorite Things</b><br />
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Back in the early 1980s, I was a "volunteer" disc jockey at the 10-watt, student- and community volunteer-staffed Johns Hopkins University radio station, WJHU (88.1 FM). (See my post "<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2016/09/radio-days-at-wjhu.html">Radio Days at WJHU</a>" for details about WJHU in the '80s.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WJHU had platters that mattered!</td></tr>
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WJHU had a great record library, especially when it came to New Wave and Punk titles - remember, the DIY aesthetic of Punk saw a resurgence in <b>The Single</b> and the subsequent New Wave/Post-Punk era that followed was the heyday of the <b>12-inch "extended single"</b> (often including alternate remixes and non-LP bonus tracks).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WJHU's state-of-the-art record library</td></tr>
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This period, which reached its zenith from 1976-1982, offered many an unknown band the chance to gain exposure and get played on the radio. Some were obscure artists that only released one or two singles on small indie or regional labels, but regardless of who they were or where they were from, they were filed right alongside the big names and the big labels in college radio station record libraries. To paraphrase David Bowie, <i>they </i>could be heroes, if only for one day - and if only for one DJ's playlist.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WJHU "Make Believe Ballroom" setlist from May 25, 1982</td></tr>
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I recently unearthed some cassette tape recordings of my early '80s WJHU broadcasts, and it rekindled memories of the songs and artists I liked during that period. I had forgotten many of them (as did the rest of the world, apparently.) Following are some of the many great "Platters That Matter" that I discovered at WJHU and played on my various radio shows ("We Am a DJ," "Make Believe Ballroom," "Tubas in the Moonlight") during my brief airways stint from 1981-1983 (?). A few faves - like the Dickies, Wayne County, and Go-Gos singles - came from my home record collection.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where It's At: Two turntables and a microphone</td></tr>
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<b>*** WJHU Platters That Mattered ***</b><br />
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<b>FAYE LOVESICK - "Party Time" b/w "Safety Pins"</b> 7-inch (RCA, 1980)<br />
Songs played: "Party Time"<br />
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Faye Lovesick was actually the nom-de-platter of Dutch composer-musician (theremin, musical saw!)-singer <b>Fay Lovsky (</b>real name: Luyendijk<b>)</b>. I don't know much about her beyond that, but I loved discovering Euro Pop during this period, and "Party Time" did not disappoint.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Faye Lovesick - "Party Time"</td></tr>
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Listen to Fay sing "<a href="https://youtu.be/u119iZYIUIc">Party Time</a>."<br />
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So what's Fay been up to recently? Apparently, <a href="https://dearkitty1.wordpress.com/2016/08/07/dutch-singers-anti-donald-trump-song/">she's penned an anti-Trump song</a>!<br />
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Here's the chorus, translated from the Dutch: "How dare you! Bring your nation down. How very very dare you. You irresponsible clown!"<br />
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As a Queen fan, Fay was also upset that Trump uses the song "We Are the Champions" during his presidential campaign. "Freddy Mercury cannot defend himself against that any more," Fay told the Dutch media. "To hear such a song in the context of Trump is terrible. It's scary how abuse is made of that music..." Obviously, she is not a fan of Grand Old Party Time!<br />
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<b>COMATEENS - "Late Night"</b> 3-song 12-inch EP (Call Me Records, 1981)<br />
Songs played: "Munsters Theme" and "Nightmare"<br />
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I really liked the synth-friendly <b>Comateens</b>, whose act I caught at the Marble Bar sometime in the early '80s, probably at the big Polyrock-Comateens-Food For Worms show on June 12, 1982.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marble Bar calendar: June 12, 1982</td></tr>
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Formed in NYC in 1980, they played what the <a href="http://lostbands.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-halloween-music.html">Lost Bands of the New Wave Era</a> blog called "bouncy dance rock rooted in chintzy '60s Farfisa organ pop and spooky horror-movie soundtrack music." I would have heard either this EP or their full-length album on Cachelot Records around 1981.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Comateens EP - "Late Night City/Munsters Theme/Nightmare" (Call Me Records, 1981)</td></tr>
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Listen to the Comateens play "<a href="https://youtu.be/INmViA3Nf9k">The Munsters Theme</a>."<br />
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<b>GO-GOs - "Our Lips Are Sealed" b/w "Surfing and Spying"</b> 7-inch (IRS, 1981)<br />
Songs played: "Surfing and Spying" B-side<br />
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I liked (and still like) surf music, and I like non-LP B-sides. Charlotte Caffey's instrumental "Surfing and Spying," in which the only words and "Surf! Spy!" fits both bills - plus it had the added bonus of being the soundtrack to an imaginary beach espionage movie!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go-Gos - "Our Lips Are Sealed" b/w "Surfing and Spying" 7-inch (IRS, 1981)</td></tr>
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<b><br /></b>Listen to "<a href="https://youtu.be/maniYDzd-Nw">Surfing and Spying</a>."<br />
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<b>VERNA LINDT - "Attention Stockholm"</b> 7-inch<br />
Songs played: "Attention Stockholm"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Verna Lindt - "Attention Stockholm"</td></tr>
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Listen to Verna Lindt sing "<a href="https://youtu.be/PQKIIdgYjJk">Attention Stockholm</a>."<br />
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When released in May 1981, Verna Lindt's Swinging '60s espionage soundtrack homage "Attention Stockholm" was credited with launching the Retro-Lounge movement in the UK and Europe. Lindt was a Swedish translation student discovering by British rock producer Tot Taylor, who wanted to make a record "like a Hitchcock theme with a rock and roll beat." How fitting, then, that these strangers met on a train! Regardless, I think they succeeded beyond their wildest dreams!<br />
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<b>WAYNE COUNTY and THE ELECTRIC CHAIRS - "Blatantly Offensive E.P."</b><br />
Songs played: "Toilet Love"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wayne County & The Electric Chairs - "Blatantly Offensive E.P."</td></tr>
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Listen to Wayne County and the boys playing "<a href="https://youtu.be/9_z9auywSZc">Toilet Love</a>."<br />
<b><br /></b>I was always somewhat of a shit-stirrer, so naturally I like Wayne (later to be Jayne) County and The Electric Chairs. Despite dressing as a woman, Wayne was tough-as-nails (just ask "Handsome" Dick Manitoba of The Dictators, whose shoulder he broke!) and his band was equally tough-as-shit, especially on the nasty bowl-boogie, doody-ditty "Toilet Love." I later stole the toilet flush ending to use on an <i>Atomic TV</i> commercial for Jensen Plumbing (the business run by our erstwhile cameraman, Chris Jensen).<br />
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"Toilet Love," along with "Night Time," was the only safe song I could play from this four-song EP. The other two "blatantly offensive" songs were "Fuck Off" ("If you don't wanna fuck me baby, baby fuck off") and "Mean Motherfucking Man." The EP title was certainly Truth in Advertising!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"1976 Max's Kansas City" LP (Ram Records, 1976)</td></tr>
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I also played Wayne County's "Max's Kansas City 1976" from the <i>1976 Max's Kansas City</i> compilation album because it was a great name-check shout-out to all the bands that played there. It had inspired the Katatonix song "Roger's Marble Bar," wherein Adolf Kowalski listed all the bands he liked that played at Baltimore's Marble Bar in the basement of the Congress Hotel.<br />
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Listen to Wayne and the Boys play "<a href="https://youtu.be/uAJ6dxM0a9I">Max's Kansas City</a>."<br />
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<b>FRED BLASSIE - "Blassie, King of Men"</b> EP (Raunchy Tonk Records, 1977)<br />
Songs played: "Pencil Neck Geek."<br />
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Listen to Classy Freddie Blassie sing "<a href="https://youtu.be/JNM4atakanI">Pencil Neck Geek</a>."<br />
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Yes, I was a Dr. Demento and Rhino Records devotee, so naturally I loved me some wrasslin' poetry!<br />
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<b>THE FOOLS - "Psycho Chicken"</b> 7-inch (EMI America, 1980)<br />
Songs played: "Psycho Chicken (clucked)."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Fools - "Psycho Chicken" (EMI America, 1980)<br />
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Watch The Fools play "<a href="https://youtu.be/UnBlst3T7bY">Psycho Chicken</a>."<br />
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I'll admit I have a soft spot for silly novelty songs that have fun spoofing pop hits - from Weird Al's numerous parodies to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/The-Swinging-Erudites-fan-page-189811951029068/">The Swinging Erudite</a>'s "<a href="https://youtu.be/EsofwhCA1sw">Walk with an Erection</a>" (Bangles' "Walk Like an Egyptian") and "Living On My Hair" (Bon Jovi's "Living On a Prayer") - and this was a particular fave, especially because it took the stuffing out of David Byrne's wrapped-too-tight delivery of Talking Heads's "Psycho Killer." There's even a local shout-out in the line "I don't know what to do/He's got a thing against Frank Perdue!"<br />
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<b>ALTERED IMAGES - "Happy Birthday (Dance Mix)"</b> 12-inch B-side (Epic, 1981)<br />
Songs played: Cover version of T. Rex's "Jeepster."<br />
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I loved this band from Glasgow, Scotland, and played the heck out of their <i>Happy Birthday</i> ("Happy Birthday," "Insects") and <i>Pinky Blue</i> albums ("Funny Funny," "Jump Jump," Neil Diamond's "Song Sung Blue"), but "Jeepster" was only available on this 12-inch "Dance Mix." (Nowadays, you can get just about everything they ever released on the 2007 <i>Happy Birthday: The Best of Altered Images</i> 2-disc CD from Music Club Deluxe.) Clare Grogan was my favorite female vocalist from this period, along with Patty Donahue from The Waitresses. I was ecstatic listening to Claire croon "Boy I'm just a vampire for your love, and I'm gonna suck ya!" I later included Altered Images's "Jeepster" on my "Top 40 Cover Songs of All Time" article for Baltimore's <i>City Paper</i> (see "<a href="http://accelerateddecrepitude.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-what-theyve-done-to-my-song.html">Look What They've Done To My Song</a>")<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">City Paper "Jeepster" blurb (May 27, 1988)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">City Paper (May 27, 1988)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Altered Images - "Happy Birthday" 12-inch (Epic, 1981)</td></tr>
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Listen to Altered Images play "<a href="https://youtu.be/5hMQmmKbv6s">Jeepster</a>."<br />
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Bonus: Here's an earlier, rougher-around-the-edges Peel Sessions version that some fan taped off John Peel's BBC Radio One show: "<a href="https://youtu.be/IAirymExyME">Jeepster</a>."<br />
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<b>ALTERED IMAGES - "I Could Be Happy"</b> 3-song 12-inch (Mercury, 1982)<br />
Songs played: "I Could Be Happy" (Martin Rushent extended remix), "Disco Pop Stars."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Altered Images - "I Could Be Happy" 12-inch (Portrait/Epic, 1982)</td></tr>
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Watch Altered Images play "<a href="https://youtu.be/dfqPJp7Q7qE">I Could Be Happy</a>."<br />
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While the music video above is delightful and captures Clare and the boys' appeal, it's the almost 6 1/2-minute "dance remix" by studio master-maestro <b>Martin Rushent</b> (Altered Images, Buzzcocks, XTC, Human League, Stranglers, Generation X) that thrilled me and made it one of the all-time great 12-inch remix records. (Also, I took advantage of its length to run down the hall for pee breaks!) You have to wait three minutes before Clare's first scratched vocal ("I-I-I-I-I could be happy") kicks in, but it's worth the wait.<br />
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Listen to the Altered Images "Dance Remix" of "<a href="https://youtu.be/CgvmpucPqbw">I Could Be Happy</a>."<br />
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Listen to Altered Images play "<a href="https://youtu.be/csAqOEbDiSI">Disco Pop Stars</a>."<br />
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<b>ALTERED IMAGES - "Dead Pop Stars" b/w "Sentimental</b>" 7-inch (Epic, 1981)<br />
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I'm pretty sure I also played "<a href="https://youtu.be/kO37FT2gT20">Dead Pop Stars</a>" (their first single, a non-LP song - and not to be confused with "Disco Pop Stars"!), which was definitely from the WJHU library. It's now available on the compilation CDs <i><a href="https://www.discogs.com/Altered-Images-I-Could-Be-Happy-The-Best-Of-Altered-Images/release/1451802">I Could Be Happy: The Best of Altered Images</a></i> (Epic, 1997) and <i><a href="https://www.discogs.com/Altered-Images-Happy-Birthday-The-Best-Of-Altered-Images/release/2207750">Happy Birthday: The Best of Altered Images</a></i> (Music Club Deluxe, 2007).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Altered Images - "Dead Pop Stars" b/w " Sentimental" (Epic, 1981)</td></tr>
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It featured great lyrics about Pop Idolatry:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-transform: lowercase;">dead pop stars rotting in the studio</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-transform: lowercase;">pretty bodies make the little girls scream</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-transform: lowercase;">dead pop stars hear them on the radio</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-transform: lowercase;">pretty bodies every little girls dream</span><span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span></blockquote>
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hello hello i’m back again<br />
you can touch me but only for a moment<br />
testing testing 1, 2, 3<br />
i am the poster on your wall<span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span></blockquote>
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and now i’ve had my 15 minutes<br />
i’m just another memory<br />
an embar*ssing part of your youth<br />
don’t leave me dying here<br />
don’t leave me dying here<br />
remember how much you used to love me?<br />
you did love me didn’t you?<br />
don’t leave me dying here<span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span></blockquote>
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dead pop stars<br />
dead pop stars<br />
dead pop stars<br />
dead pop stars rotting in the studio<br />
hear them on the radio<br />
dead dead dead dead dead</blockquote>
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<b>POLECATS - "Make a Circuit With Me" </b>12-inch/Mini Album (Mercury, 1983)<br />
Songs played: "Jeepster" (Marc Bolan) and "John, I'm Only Dancing" (David Bowie)<br />
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Listen to the Polecats play "<a href="https://youtu.be/gSHLw8TjrgI">Jeepster</a>."<br />
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Watch the Polecats play "<a href="https://youtu.be/NPgcLKY8-yQ">Jeepster</a>" on British TV!<br />
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Here's some interesting trivia about this north London rockabilly band that formed in 1970 and signed with Mercury records in 1980: <b>Martin "Boz" Boorer</b> later left the group to work as a composer, guitarist and musical director with <b>Morrissey</b>. And their song "Make a Circuit With Me" was used for TV trailers for the Disney PIXAR film <i>WALL-E</i>.<br />
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<b>SWINGING MADISONS - "Swinging Madisons"</b> <a href="https://www.discogs.com/Swinging-Madisons-The-Swinging-Madisons/release/1883627">5-song 12-inch EP</a> (Select Records, 1981)<br />
Songs played: "Put Your Bra Back On," "Volare"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swinging Madisons - "Swinging Madisons" 12-inch (Select Records, 1981)</td></tr>
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This was one of many side bands featuring Kristian Hoffman of The Mumps, who also played with Klaus Nomi, James Chance & The Contortions, Lydia Lunch, and Ann Magnuson. (Y'know - that "New York is alright if you like saxophones" artsy No Wave crowd.) I don't know why, but I loved his anti-feminist "Put Your Bra Back On," maybe because I'm a shit-stirrer. He also did a fine version of "Volare," but I prefer Alex Chilton's cover (after the original, of course). But "Volare" provided an epiphany for Hoffman - "a perfect marriage of questionable material and marginal vocal prowess." Soon he and band were donning tuxes and doing a Buster Poindexter thing. (See "<a href="http://www.kristianhoffman.com/swinging-madisons-history.htm">The Swinging Madisons: An Overview by Kristian Hoffman</a>" for details.) They notably also did a rockabilly version of Donovan's "Hurdy Gurdy Man."<br />
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"Put your bra back on<br />
(Don't burn it)<br />
Put your bra back on<br />
(Don't burn it!)<br />
'Cause what we need is some resistance from below<br />
And from the moment you smiled<br />
I heard the call of the wild<br />
And I said yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah<br />
I just can't say no"</blockquote>
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<b>M. FROG - "M. Frog"</b> LP (Bearsville, 1973)<br />
Songs played: "We Are Crazy" (vocal version)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">M. Frog - "M. Frog" LP (Bearsville, 1973)</td></tr>
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French-born <b>Jean Yves "M. Frog" Labat</b> was a short-lived member of <b>Todd Rundgren's Utopia</b> (he appears on their first album, 1974's eponymous <i>Utopia</i>), who was later replaced by Roger Powell.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jean Yves "M. Frog" Labat</td></tr>
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Todd Rundgren contributed guitar and vocals to the M. Frog album, and ended up doing the final mix. Besides playing synth on the first Utopia album, Labat contributed EMS synthesizer and synth treatments to Todd's second solo LP, 1973's <i>A Wizard/A True Star</i>. He also was part of Utopia's brief (two-month) 1973 American tour, and his "<a href="https://youtu.be/jE3ugjPse_M">We Are Crazy</a>" was included in the band's setlist.<br />
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"We Are Crazy" is a zany slice of spacey prog rock, dating from a time when synth-wizardry was in vogue. M. Frog's full given name was <b>Jean Yves Labat de Rossi</b>; he was the grandson of composer Raphael de Rossi, who wrote the romantic chestnut "Strangers in the Night." So, yes, there is a direct connection from M. Frog to Frank Sinatra! (I wonder if Andy Bienstock knew this? Yeah, probably!)<br />
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The most exhaustive history of Labat and this album comes courtesy of Julian Cope at his <a href="http://www.headheritage.co.uk/unsung/thebookofseth/labat-m-frog">Head Heritage</a> blog (www.headheritage.co.uk). Cope says the band on the record was comprised of numerous local Woodstock musicians (Labat was living in Woodstock, NY at the time), including fellow Bearsville labelmates and Labat's friend John Holbrook on electric guitar and engineering tasks. "Not only did Todd Rundgren guest throughout on vocals and guitar but Rick Danko contributed bass and violin while fellow Band mate Garth Hudson appeared on uncredited Lowry organ," Cope writes. "Seeing better days, Paul Butterfield dropped by to add some harmonica, Joe Simon played prepared piano, Fanny vocalist/guitarist June Millington contributed vocals, while the trio of Dennis Whitted, Christopher Parker, and Michael Reilly rounded out the proceedings on drums."<br />
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Cope describes "We Are Crazy" as "a sensationally catchy exercise in sonic extremism...like Jean-Pierre Massiera backing a spirited, 3-chord/3-IQ band of heavy metal kids by blasting holes through their efforts with excruciating Synthi-A-zappings, squiggles and explosions that discharge with random precision in between both your eyes AND the gleefully moronic chant-lyrics..."<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">“We are crazy!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">We are stupid!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">We are lazy!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">We are dirty!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">If you understand / You’re gonna win a prize!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">If you understand / You’re gonna win a prize!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">If you understand / You’re gonna win a prize!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">If you understand / You’re gonna win a prize!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">Na-na-na-na-na-na-na / A washing machine!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">Na-na-na-na-na-na-na / A date with the Queen!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">Na-na-na-na-na-na-na / A sewing machine!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px;">Na-na-na-na-na-na-na / A date with the Queen!</span></blockquote>
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I loved LA's <b>The Dickies</b> (they were the West Coast's answer to The Ramones, with fast-short-dumb - but always fun - songs), and probably played just about everything by them - including their Sammy Davis, Jr. shout-out "<a href="https://youtu.be/R4lDNkdygw0">Where Did His Eye Go?</a>" from the <i>Dawn of the Dickies</i> LP - but I especially liked the following singles:<br />
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<b>THE DICKIES - "Gigantor" b/w "Bowling With Bedrock Barney"</b> 7-inch (A&M Records, 1980)<br />
Songs played: "Gigantor," "Bowling With Bedrock Barney"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Dickies - "Gigantor" b/w "Bowling With Bedrock Barney" (A&M Records, 1980)</td></tr>
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Though the "Gigantor" theme was great fun, I loved the B-side even more, even though it's complete stoner silliness. "Bowling with Bedrock Barney (Barney!)/He is the life of the party, that Barney!" and "He's such a goof, he's been smokin' dope/Barney, Barney, ooooh - Yabadabadoo!"<br />
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Listen to the Dickies play "<a href="https://youtu.be/ow6O9R7EPC8">Gigantor</a>."<br />
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Watch the Dickies play "<a href="https://youtu.be/7guK0qWq5jY">Bowling With Bedrock Barney</a>."<br />
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<b>THE DICKIES - "Banana Splits (The Tra La La Song)"</b> 3-song 7-inch EP (A&M Records, 1979)<br />
Songs played: "Banana Splits"<br />
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This theme song to the TV kids show band was later covered by Baltimore's own <b>Tra La La</b>'s - but they never released their version on neon yellow vinyl! I cried when I dropped my copy and it shattered into bits. (I cleaned it up immediately so I wouldn't slip on it!)<br />
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Watch the Dickies play "<a href="https://youtu.be/flMS2gHFOH0">Banana Splits.</a>"<br />
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<b>THE DICKIES - "Manny, Moe and Jack"</b> 7-inch (A&M Records, 1979)<br />
Songs played: "Manny, Moe and Jack"<br />
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Listen to the Dickies play "<a href="https://youtu.be/hLlFFwhsKVU">Manny, Moe and Jack</a>."<br />
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"Manny, Moe and Jack, they know what I'm after." I <i>loved </i>the car crash ending and am pretty sure I segued into either <b>The Normal</b>'s "Warm Leatherette," <b>Bowie's </b>"Always Crashing In the Same Car," or <b>Grace Jones </b>(who also covered "Warm Leatherette") doing "Pull Up To My Bumper." (So many possibilities!) It also paired up well, thematically, with "(I'm Stuck in a Pagoda With) Tricia Toyota," the B-side of their <a href="https://www.discogs.com/The-Dickies-Fan-Mail/master/235162"><i>Fan Mail</i> </a>single.<br />
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<b>THE DICKIES - "Nights in White Satin"</b> 7-inch (A&M Records, 1979, 1980)<br />
Songs played: "Nights In White Satin"<br />
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Watch the Dickies play "<a href="https://youtu.be/TDDRxSbxzq8">Nights In White Satin</a>."<br />
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This was almost an epic for the Dickies, clocking in at close to 3 minutes - previously uncharted territory for the masters of blitzkreig pop!<br />
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<b>THE SHAGGS - "Philosophy of the World"</b> LP (Third World Recordings, 1969)<br />
Songs Played: "Who Are Parents?"<br />
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Listen to The Shaggs play "<a href="https://youtu.be/4cs1BIlglzI">Who Are Parents</a>?"<br />
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I know, I know. I should have played "My Pal Foot Foot," but I'm a Family Values kinda guy. Of course, <b>Skizz Cyzyk</b>'s "Foot Foot" version is definitive.<br />
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<b>3-D - "Telephone Number"</b> 7-inch (Polydor, 1980)<br />
Songs played: "telephone Number"<br />
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Listen to "<a href="https://youtu.be/vFBkemJgoz4">Telephone Number</a>."<br />
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I know nothing about this group, but the piano-roll driven song was poppy and the vocalist sounded like a cross between Graham Parker and Elvis Costello. Plus I used to collect songs about telephones or telephone numbers and make mix tapes of them. (I also did this for songs about trains, food, and girl's names).<br />
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<b>FUN WITH ANIMALS - "The Test of Love and Sex" b/w "3623 A.D."</b> 7-inch (A&M Records, 1980)<br />
Songs played: "The Test of Love and Sex"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fun With Animals - "The Test of Love and Sex" (A&M Records, 1980)</td></tr>
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Listen to FWA play "<a href="https://youtu.be/3Es8v5FWJ9k">Test of Love and Sex</a>."<br />
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I liked the multiple-choice lyrics:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">You say you don’t know what to feel/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">You say you don’t know what is real/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">I will help you understand/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">And be your 20th century man/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">I will show you what to do/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">I’ll act like you, you act like you/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">We’ll take the test of love and sex/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">We’ll mark our answers with an X</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">CHORUS: </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">A) I don’t like you </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">B) I’m in love </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">C) I feel nothing </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">D) None of the above/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">Relationships are so much fun/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">But I feel great when they are done/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">The seeds of love so much are worth/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">When planted deep in Astroturf/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">So keep your head, don’t get involved/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">Problems by themselves are solved/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">Find some other girls and boys/</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.6667px;">Take the test and make your choice</span> </blockquote>
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<b>JILTED JOHN - "Jilted John" b/w "Going Steady"</b> 7-inch (EMI International, 1978)<br />
Songs played: "Jilted John" (electric version)<br />
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<i>"Gordon is a moron, Gordon is a moron!"</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jilted John - <i>True Love Stories</i> LP (EMI International, 1978)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jilted John - <i>True Love Stories </i>"Ropes & Ladders" game board</td></tr>
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<b>Mark O'Connor</b> (OHO, Food For Worms, Dark Side, Buck Subtle & The Lonely Planets) turned me on to <b>Jilted John</b> (real name: Graham Fellows) - and I am forever in his debt for the discovery. JJ's album <i>True Love Stories</i> is a classic concept album documenting all of John's romantic woes - from Baz's party to Julie dumping him for Gordon the Moron ("Just 'cuz he's better looking than me, just cuz he's cool and trendy"), with Sheila and Karen interludes, as well - and includes a "Ropes and Ladders" (what we Yanks call Snakes & Ladders) board game insert; every song is wonderful, but the electric (single) version of "Jilted John" is perhaps the best. The liner notes describe JJ as follows:<br />
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"Jilted John, otherwise known as Graham Fellows, is a full time drama student in Manchester and his ambition is to become a full time actor. He has 3 sisters and a very nice mother and father who live in Yorkshire. Jilted John likes fancy mice, Kate Bush and the countryside, His dislikes include Gordon the Moron, anyone successful with girls and gardening."</blockquote>
A native Mancunian, Fellows did pursue an acting career and even portrayed Paul McCartney in a stage production.<br />
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Listen to Jilted John sing "<a href="https://youtu.be/iN45OjB-cCU">Jilted John</a>" on <i>Top of the Pops</i>.<br />
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<b>B-MOVIE - "Nowhere Girl" b/w "Scare Some Life Into Me"</b> 7-inch (Dead Good Records, 1980)<br />
Songs played: "Scare Some Life Into Me" B-side<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">B-Movie - "Nowhere Girl" 7-inch (Good Dead Records, 1980)</td></tr>
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A synth-pop band formed in Mansfield, England, from the remains of punk ensemble <a href="https://palebloomsandbeyond.wordpress.com/tag/the-aborted/">The Aborted</a>, B-Movie released several singles and EPs between 1980 and 1984 before finally putting out 1985's first proper long-player, <i>Forever Running</i>. The initial band was comprised of singer-bassist Steve Hovington - of whom my wife Amy commented, "Ha! Everyone sang like that, with that serious and dark tone, in the '80s!" (the template was set by Depeche Mode's Dave Gahan; see also: Spandau Ballet, Thompson Twins, et al) - guitarist Paul Statham, keyboardist Rick Holliday and drummer Graham Boffey.<br />
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Guitarist <b>Paul Statham</b> went on to work with Peter Murphy (performing and co-writing songs on <i>Love Hysteria, Deep, Holy Smoke, Cascade</i>), form the band Peach (Mute Records, '90s), and write/produce with Dido (<i>No Angel</i>) and Kylie Minogue (<i>Fever</i>). For more on this band, check out the blog <a href="http://www.systemsofromance.com/blog/category/some-bizzare/">Systems of Romance</a>.<br />
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Listen to B-Movie play "<a href="https://youtu.be/arrj2H0dTqw">Scare Some Life Into Me</a>."<br />
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Apparently, B-Movie played at Baltimore's Marble Bar on March 26, 1982, with local rockers <b>Nuvo Blind</b> (Mikel Gehl, Belinda Blair) opening. Who knew?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marble Bar calendar for March 26, 1982</td></tr>
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<b>PROCTOR & BERGMAN - <i>TV Or Not TV</i></b> (Columbia, 1973)<br />
Cuts played: "Nasi Goring," "The Pills Brothers On Drugs," "Give Up This Day"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Proctor & Bergman - <i>TV Or Not TV </i>(Columbia, 1973)</td></tr>
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I was a <i>YUGE </i><b><a href="http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php">Firesign Theatre</a></b> fan. Their sophisticated style of conceptual comedy involved intricate wordplay and was <b>made for radio</b> (which is probably why no one today knows about them), even though they also mined television's <i>tele firma</i>. Two of the four Firesign Theatre guys, Phil Proctor and Peter Bergman, branched off for a number of solo projects in the 80s. One of them was <i>TV Or Not TV</i>. I sometimes used their "Give Up This Day" bit as my radio show sign-off on WJHU (other times I used Buffalo Bob Smith's "Goodnight, Kids" sign-off from <i><a href="https://www.discogs.com/Howdy-Doody-And-Buffalo-Bob-Smith-With-Howdy-Doody-Cast-Its-Howdy-Doody-Time/release/676767">The Howdy Doody Show</a></i> - yes, I'm a Baby Boomer!), so it seems fitting to end this remembrance with their sign-off from "Rear Reverend Sport Trendleberg."<br />
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Listen to "<a href="https://youtu.be/2gBg5yDmtJQ">Give Up This Day</a>" from <i>TV Or Not TV</i>.<br />
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<br />Tom Warner, Almost Hip Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16838536001781839730noreply@blogger.com2