When I first saw this in the film "Don't Knock the Rock" my eyeballs almost fell outta my head.

Years later, I got to meet a couple of the remaining Treniers at Resorts International, in the hole known as A.C. Nice guys. seemed a little embarassed about this performance, though - perhaps it was because they had become so lounge and mature.

We did not poon upon departing, by the way........

The entry "A Poon is a Hug" can be found here.

Labels: 1953, 1957, 1962, 50's, 78RPM, comedy, film, fun, funny, record, rock, rock n' roll, tv, video, vinyl, wonder

Listen, I don't know, spit in the ocean, little pebble on the sand, lost out here in the stars, etc., etc., etc.,. Have you an allegory for resolving ennui? I think there's probably a word that's needed that describes resolve of enniu, like, schmepiphany, or, donkeycarrot, or vivapersonatus, or craeinne.
I'm still chock full of interestingness, and plan to deploy it....now. And ongoing,


Need I say it?!?! from the Glyphjockey collection.
See you tomorrow, my very, very, special bitches.
Lastly one more thing:
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Labels: 1957, 50's, aah, book, butts, sexploitation, what, why, wife, wood, yaaaaaaH

This pretty much sums up the core visual theme for me from my earlist childhood memories
-of smoke wafting off the pages of a flip book that had Roy Rogers firing his six-shooter - I swore it happened...
-of my sister preventing me from looking at the rainbow-colored box a plunger-style top came in, its compelling colors tractor-beaming my mind
-of the lady on Romper Room turning to me adressing me personally
-of flicker cards
-of little viewers that were junk
-of Kenner Give-A-Show
-of Viewmaster

YOU REALLY, REALLY NEED TO CLICK ON THIS PICTURE TO SEE THE BIG ONE. REALLY.


Know my brain. It's safe to do so.

Labels: 1953, 1957, 50's, Cowboy, tv, yaaaaaaH

Happy Birthday, M.K. my M.B.
In your honor, here's a tribute to something you hipped me to:

The Life of Riley starring William Bendix:


You, falling asleep to it in your room night after night, me, wondering about its staying power. I was too young to grow up with radio, but it was easy to see this was expert writing suited to the medium. "What a revoltin' development!" became part of the phraseology around here, and Digger O'Dell one of the ghosts that haunted our senses of humor.

But William Bendix wasn't good as Riley because he got lucky. He had a prodigious career, and if you never experience him in anything else, see him in Lifeboat if you haven't yet. It was post-Riley that I reexperienced his performance for the brilliance that it was.


This picture links to archive.org's complete listing of episodes in .mp3 format


This picture below is a link to 174 streaming episodes of the Life of Riley. He's bound to do a couple of his meat commercials in there somewhere.


Here's his IMDb listing
Here's a (it's amazing!) tool that shows when he'll be on U.S. TV next
And here's his Wikipedia entry


Happy Birthday, and....................poopoopeepee!!!!!

I know, I know- less words.

Labels: 1953, 1957, 50's, ads, advertising, adverts, anniversary, archive.org, awesome, birthday, blood, comedy, fun, funny, Los Angeles, public domain, time

A friend loaned this to me back in my filmmaking days, and I thought it could be used as background music. He never got it back. It still could be.

I haven't heard it yet so bear with me. From vinyl, so anything goes. I do recommend skipping the two "unnamed" tracks (despite the fact that they're at the top of the widget). Those particular tracks are swing-ish which leads me to wonder if this is the same Hen Gates that played with Dizzy Gillespie..

It rocks tho, saxophonishly, what I've heard...... in a just-shy-of-Las-Vegas-Grind sort of way.

Rock on rockers in your rock world, rock on.


Personally, I say skip the unnamed tracks......

Labels: 1957, 33 1/3rpm, 50's, album, band, boys, classic, clear, crew, ephemera, files, film, public domain, rock n' roll, vinyl

The song Mama Guitar is from A Face in the Crowd, a movie that Andy Griffith starred in. It's really cool - hard to believe good ol' Andy Taylor could be such a badass. This song is in the background of a scene where a leering Andy (playing "Lonesome" Rhodes) watches a twirling contest. The juxatposition of the music and the look of Lonesome's ill-intent crescendo exquisitely uncomfortably. This is why we watch [good] movies: something is being said on many levels at once and the whole of that experience is worth more than the sum of the parts (so let's add to that juxtaposition the mise-en-scene & cutting). Mama Guitar is a far cry from his "What it was, was football" bumpkin routines. It rocks!

Labels: 1953, 1957, 1962, 50's, rock, rock n' roll, thumbs up