Here's a lovely little French-Canadian something from 1973 for a cold and snowy winter morning in Seattle. You can read about the life and career of Monsieur Dubois in English
here, and if you prefer to read about him in French, go here.
Today at work my colleagues were saying what a shame it was that Denver Broncos quarterback Peyton Manning has a salary of $18,000,000 a year, while Russell Wilson, quarterback for the Seattle Seahawks (aka-The Super Bowl Champions of the Year), only earns an annual salary of $800,000. ¡Pobre Millonario! You can read about Mexican crooner Carlos Lico in español here and here. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find any information about Lico's annual salary.
[ Carlos Lico: January 2, 1933 — November 7, 2009 ]
In case you live on Mars or one of the other planets besides Earth and so you haven't yet heard...Philip Seymour Hoffman died today from drugs. Not only that, but the Seattle Seahawks are Superbowl champions! (In case you live in the USA or one of the other countries besides Holland, "Wij Houden Van Oranje" translated to English means "We Just Won the Fucking Superbowl.") I never thought I'd be posting sports logos and statistics on my blog (did I mention that the Seahawks beat the Broncos 43 to 8?), but these guys have earned it. The Seahawks have the entire city going nuts, they've made everyone in the state happy and friendly (and drunk), and I have to admit it's all pretty gosh darn contagious. Well done, guys!
Somebody recently dumped a bunch of their 1983 Spanish pop and new-wave 45s at Jive Time, so I picked up a few of those too when I traded in my records last weekend. My favorite is probably Bandolero's dance/rap single "Paris Latino," which whizzed up to #2 on the Swiss pop charts and cracked the top 20 in Belgium and Holland.
Along with creating more shelf space for the LPs currently being stored on my living room floor, one of my favorite things about weeding out my old albums is the stuff I acquire in trade when I finally haul a load of vinyl off to the record store. I took in three bags-full over the weekend, and went home with just a few carefully-selected gems in trade. One of them was this perfect little pop single called "Hanging On a Star" from the 1978 movie of the same name.
If you missed it in theaters, maybe you saw it on VHS.
There's not a lot of information about actor/singer Lane Caudell on the web, but we do know that, at one time, he was one of the regular heart-breakers on the long-running daytime soap opera "Days of Our Lives."
While there's no documented proof that Lane Caudell ever actually knew how to ride a horse, we do know that he often enjoys wearing the trademark accoutrements of the all-American cowboy. We also know that he enjoys relaxing with a glass of red wine and a bubble bath, often simultaneously, after a hard day's work.
As for posterity, Lane has at least one son, Toran, who evidently inherited his father's penchant for wanting to be pinned to the insides of middle school lockers throughout the United States of America and beyond.
[ Toran Caudell, son of Lane ]
You can find a few more biographical bits on IMDB here, but you'll have to become Lane's Facebook friend if you want to know anything more.
Today the sun was brightly shining, I didn't have to go to work, I rode the bike out to get coffee and donuts and, in case you haven't heard, the Seattle Seahawks are going to the Super Bowl! And I don't even CARE about football! This Luv' song somehow made the perfect soundtrack for a rare gem of a day like today. It's been stuck in my head for hours. If you listen to just one pop song at top volume while driving on the freeway in your car in 2014, I recommend this one. You will not be disappointed.
What better way to start off a New Year where gay people can get married in Utah (of all places...it was nice while it lasted) than with The Gaylords! Formed in Detroit in 1949 as a trio (an amore triangle, perhaps?), the group was whittled down to a duo sometime before this album full of Italian hits came out. You can read about The Gaylords musical group (not to be confused with the Chicago street gang) here and here, but nothing in the information I found indicates whether or not these fellows are actually "friends of Dorothy," if you know what I mean. One has to wonder after seeing the (heart-shaped) photo on the back of the album, where it's pretty clear The Gaylords both conveniently forgot to ask female dates to the prom.
There's currently no snow in Seattle (we had some last Friday morning!), but it is winter now and it's definitely a wonderland outside. I took a break from wrapping presents earlier this morning to take a short Christmas walk to get some Christmas coffee. I'd only gone a few blocks when I unwittingly wandered into wonderland:
An elderly man who was cater-corner across the street, dressed in warm winter attire and with a tiny doggie on a leash, was loudly and repeatedly yelling something in a foreign language. I think he may have been Eastern European. As I drew closer, I saw that, in addition to the small dog at the end of his leash, he had five other tiny little doggies with him that were not on leashes. When I saw them, they saw me too and came dashing eagerly and recklessly to my side of the street. All of them were wearing bright doggie-sweaters, each a different color, and they yapped happily while circling around me as I continued down the sidewalk. Passing cars came to a stop in the street so as to not run the dogs over, and the elderly man continued shouting in his foreign language, trying to lure the dogs back across the street and through the door of his large white pickup. It was thrilling to be walking, even for just a few seconds, smack dab in the middle of a winter wonderland: I wonder why one dog was on a leash but the other five were not; I wonder what language that man was speaking; I wonder if all the doggies made it safely into that man's white truck; I wonder where that man found all those cute and colorful winter doggie sweaters; I wonder if he or any of his doggies realize that they totally made my day.
The other record store I visited in Las Vegas was Zia Records, also located on Sahara Avenue. There were some other stores I wanted to check out, including second locations for both Zia Records and Record City, but there wasn't really much more room in my luggage after I got through these two, and I figured it was probably a good idea to spend SOME time with my friend Edwardo, since his birthday was the reason I was in Las Vegas in the first place. Zia's style can be found somewhere between Tower Records and the old Warehouse or Sam Goody music stores usually found in strip malls. They have lots of CDs and DVDs, but they've also got a nice selection of low-priced used vinyl in the back of the store next to the t-shirts, where you can evidently find some really neat stuff if you've got time to flip through all the bins. I was able to flip through most of them, and turned up this terrific Gene Martin gospel record for just $4.99. Martin's biographical notes, a personal message, and some other things from the back of the record are included below. As an added bonus, the LP is pressed on luminous red vinyl! (The blood of Christ?) It seems Gene is still going strong today, and I'm sure the Gene Martin 50 Year Celebration in Atlanta three years ago was lots of fun to attend. I've included links below for two of Gene's performances/sermons, and you can watch even more of them here. I'm pretty sure the "David" on the organ in the clip for "The Singing Slave" is David Davis, who provides Hammond organ accompaniment on the "Peace In the Valley" LP. Gene sends his songs from his heart to mine (via Las Vegas) so now I'm passing them from my heart to you!
My best friend, Edwardo, turned 30 years old this week. He invited me and a few other friends down to Las Vegas this past weekend so we could celebrate his birthday in style. Unfortunately, most of the celebration styles available in Las Vegas aren't ones I'm interested in...
...but we all had a wonderful time together anyhow. I visited two record stores while I was in Las Vegas and found some pretty great stuff. The thing about Vegas is that the entire city is designed to appeal to people with extremely general tastes. (Imagine a city of 600,000 without a single art-house cinema!) In order for something to be considered interesting in Las Vegas, it has to be sparkly, shiny, and new(d). When something starts to show its age, it will either get a facelift or simply be destroyed...DESTROYED...DESTROYED in order to make way for something new. This 1957 LP by The Very Merry Macs (evolved from The Merry Macs of the 1930s) is one of the neat old things I found at the first Vegas vinyl store I went to, Record City on Sahara Avenue. The store was having a sale for 25% off, the Very Merry Macs' "Sing Very Merry Melodies" LP was marked down 50% from its original price, and I have a feeling that just about everyone in Las Vegas is glad that it's gone. I'm just glad I got it out of town before somebody decided to implode it. Another vintage Vegas holdout still standing today is a 24-hour diner called Tiffany's Cafe.
I arrived at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, but I ordered breakfast at Tiffany's, of course.
While I was eating, I noticed a sign on the wall announcing that the cafe was going to be closed for a spell in April of 2005 so that a major motion picture could be filmed there. I asked what movie it was, and the cook told me it was something called "Lucky You" starring Robert DeNiro.
I'd never heard of it, but I found it at Scarecrow Video when I got home and watched it last night. It turns out the Robert in the movie is actually Duvall, and it would probably be more accurate to describe the film as a minor motion picture.
Robert Duvall does indeed visit Tiffany's Cafe at one point in the film, and so does Drew Barrymore and Eric Bana. In fact, one of the film's key scenes takes place between all three actors seated together in the booth in the lower left corner.
Unfortunately, I hadn't yet seen "Lucky You" (in which the Bellagio fountain seems to spring up behind Bana and Barrymore every time they kiss) so I didn't get to sit in the movie stars' seats at Tiffany's Cafe. I sat at the counter. But if you're ever in Las Vegas and you feel like visiting an old diner where you can sit where Robert Duvall sat nine years ago, I heartily recommend the place. They make a good omelet and the people there are nice.
[ Record City on Sahara Ave. - Las Vegas, Nevada ]