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Speaking of the Hughes' harem, I once read that Howie hid Faith Domergue in some "love nest," and then forgot about her. I don't know if that's just another Hollywood story or if it actually happened. I wouldn't be too surprised if it was true. Hughes also was working on some kind of complicated mechanism for a bra that would make Jane Russell's boobs appear to be even larger. Talk about carrying coal to Newcastle. Maybe he could have done the same thing for Ms. Dixon to give her a little oomph in the upper body area.

I have to give McGraw one tough guy demerit for matching with Dixon instead of just taking the bed and blankie for himself. She had just pulled a trick on him so Charlie should have told her to take the couch or the floor and like it. And when the femmeist fataleist thing she ever does is pretend to be his wife to get a reduced airfare, well that ain't much of a femme fatale. Maybe that's why she turns out to be a good girl halfway through the flick. Charlie was going to call off the robbery but someone, I think it was Webb, reminded him that while she was okay with his crummy salary now, after a few months (or maybe a few years) she might get tired of that and miss her mink coat and high livin' fix. I give McGraw credit for not even being at the robbery, but still getting his cut. In hindsight, the plan to stick around at his job for a while to divert suspicion instead of getting out of Dodge, or rather LA, proved to be a rather big mistake. I was halfway hoping McGraw would get away with it and ride off into the sunset with Ms. Dixon, but we all know that wasn't in the cards.

Wayne bashing is something of a tradition on this forum and it pops up a few times a year when Wayne becomes a subject of a thread. I don't think age had much to do with it, as stars older than Wayne served. The details are on some places on the internet. The bottom line was that Wayne didn't go and didn't try very hard to go. His hypocrisy is not due to his politics but his gung ho attitude that he quickly abandoned when he himself might be involved.

Yes, Tap is funnier if one is familiar with some rock history. Just for sheer quantity of laughs it is one of my favorite comedies. But perhaps all joking aside, we should pay attention to the message to listen to the flower people. Very heavy that. I remember the band that ran across the HOTH album. Being a bit of a control freak, I would at first take it off and put it back on after each listening. Of course it started to wear out, so I then just left it separate from the album. For a brief time I was a DJ at an "underground" small wattage radio station, which technically was illegal. They were eventually taken off the air by the FCC.

At least he knew his limitations and was smart enough to hew to them. I really don't mind Wayne as an actor. You get what you pay for. I disdain Wayne as a yellow-bellied chicken hawk hypocrite.

And as I recall, they then stylized themselves as the New Originals. Perhaps around the time of Give Me Some Money. You always read about real bands having to change their names because there was already a band with that name. Zeppelin's only top ten hit in the U.S. was Whole Lotta Love. There was the album version which ran about five and a half minutes and a shorter version which ran two minutes less, with the middle distorto part left out. From what I can decipher the U.S. single was the full version. The song also incorporated parts of another song and Zep settled a suit in 1985. Ramble on.

I agree that "borrowing" some old blues licks or parts of songs was likely SOP for some groups back in the day. I remember coming across a website that detailed exactly which Zeppelin songs contained these "borrowings" and from which songs and artists they were taken. It seems Zep did indeed do it more liberally than other groups. I think Chumlee is correct. I'm sure the meeting was set up and though I won't swear to it as it was some time ago, to me it seems it was the Blonde on Blonde album that Dylan signed. Pawn Stars is not as popular as it used to be, but I enjoyed watching it back in its prime. Chumlee got a lucky break by knowing Corey since I doubt he would have achieved the minor fame he did on his own. And the drummer died by swallowing vomit, but someone else's vomit. What a great movie.

Eventually the boys made amends or were forced to do so by impending lawsuits, and gave writing credits and back royalty payments to the artists they had ripped off. I've always wondered why they did it. Neither the shared writing credits or the payments would have done much to stop the band's momentum, and they were writing enough good material on their own. I wonder if there were a number of objects, just like there were a number of ruby slippers. I recall one episode where Rick sent Chumlee to get Bob Dylan, who was in Vegas, to autograph a Dylan album. They just happened to meet (yeah, sure) and Chum had Dylan autograph it to Chumlee, which lessened the value of the autograph. That Stonehenge scene is one of my favorites. The tiny model comes down from above and the, um, little people dance around it and are taller than it. 11 Funny.

Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor not a statue.

Mommy, do the Germans really use actual bullets? Act tough, the emphasis on the act. If Wayne ever had to truly act tough, he would have wet his pinafore and hid under the porch.

Heck, I haven't worn socks in the past three months.

A bad statue for a bad actor. Seems appropriate.

Steverino's macho man, look at me I'm riding a motorcycle act is a bit frayed at the edges, but it still occasionally works as a marketing tool. Cool has its limits. Not even McQueen could make black socks and sandals cool.

That could be one hot mess, but I think it's best to let each one be. I haven't seen The Brothers Karamazov in a long time, but I'm sure LJC found some good ham explosions in the role of Daddy Karamazov. One of the sleep hints I always see is that it's easier to fall asleep in a somewhat cool room. No thanks, I like it nice and warm and cozy.

I love The Killers, especially the first few minutes. Hey bright boy....what's on the menu tonight, bright boy....You call this **** a BLT, bright boy....Yeah, he's a real bright boy....Yeah, real bright....What's this hick town called, bright boy?....You don't know, bright boy?....Yeah, maybe they should call it Brightboyville. Whad ya think of that, bright boy? I love Daddy Karamazov too. He's a gas, gas, gas.

Christ Betsy, couldn't you find a car with a steering wheel smaller than a miniature merry go round? The Man in the Grey Flannel Suite Tom Rath works for the non-profit group Goody Two Shoes which supplies used Thom McCan wingtips to third world children. Rath still feels guilty because he threw a grenade that killed his BFF during World War Two. No one said Tom was the sharpest tool in the shed. His wife Betsy, who was runner up in the Mrs. Connecticut Nag of the Year contest, complains constantly that he doesn't make enough money. She also yells about him wearing nothing else to work but grey flannel suits. In a moment of anger Tom says that he would cover his walls with grey flannel if he could. And before you know it, Tom runs an empire of grey flannel suite home decorators with the trend becoming mega popular in the suburban homes of the post-war world. Tom divorces Betsy and marries his nineteen year old secretary. All is going well until something that happened during his World War Two service comes back to haunt him. Tom skipped out on an Italian pro without paying. He doesn't know that Italian pros have a memory even longer than an elephant. Monica soon shows up in the good old U.S.A. and presents him with a bill plus interest of 1,000,000 lire for what he owes her. Fortunately due to the exchange rate, Tom easily covers the old bill from his grey flannel business account, and lives happily ever after in Nugatoatuck, Connecticut.

I think Page was the only one who was into the occult and who knows how seriously even he took it. I always thought the whole selling your soul thing was pretty ridiculous in the case of Zeppelin. I think it was more of the old **** happens idea, a much more pedestrian explanation. And the music wasn't quite up to the early Zep standards as time wore on, which is quite common, even with the best of bands. By the time time Bonzo died it was time to give it up anyway. I just recalled something that always gave me a laugh--the small black sculpture from the Presence album that seemed to hypnotize people in the album's photos. Maybe an inside joke about the bombast of the whole Zep project. Then there's the lack of credit given to blue's musicians in the early albums, but that's a topic for another day.

Yep, a lead zeppelin. Zep was one of those groups that the punks would likely criticize for their extreme pompous over indulgence. Maybe the concert sequences suck too. I haven't seen the film in years, though it would be hard to mess up the best of LZ's songs. And then there are Jimmy Pages embroidered pants. Thank Wikipedia since I hadn't heard about the reshoot, another prime example of let's spend a whole lotta money for nothing, until I read about it in the Wiki article.

I've never actually seen a full issue of Confidential, though I've seen some covers and one or two page excerpts. I've also read about what you posted--that Confidential would drop stuff about the big stars if they could publish things about the lesser lights. Maybe they were more in sync with the studios for a while than it appeared, but it seems that eventually the studios just got annoyed with Confidential. Yes kiddies, some stars are just as perverse as your average person.

I'm sure it was, especially as Frankie usually stayed out of those types of situations. An elderly lady in my neighborhood once gave me a pile of movie magazines from the early to mid 1960s. Can't remember the title, but it was the usual move star junk. My dad had some Jerry Clower tapes. You know the old saying You can't unsee something you've already seen. Thankfully, you can forget things you've heard.

There seems to be some disagreement about the details of this stunt. As to Confidential, it appears they eventually made a deal to stop reporting on the peccadilloes of movie stars, but as that was what the public bought the mag for, the new, dull Confidential soon went out of business. Sinatra and DiMaggio really sound like two dumb bunnies. They should have stuck to baseball and singing and left the undercover stuff to the professional peepers.

The **** has hit the fan. Actually there is a Portuguese Wiki entry for this movie, which is easily translated into English. It is very brief with a one sentence synopsis and a cast list and then a few references. The way is open for someone to start an English one.

I've never heard that one before. I wonder how much is true and how much is lore. Got the wrong apartment, huh. Meanwhile in a different apartment across town switch hitter Mickey Mantle is showing Miss Monroe his Louisville Slugger.

I remember the title, but I've never seen the movie itself. Frankie will protect his buddies, unless John Wayne knocks on the door at night and complains about the noisy party.

It got so annoying that I got voicemail.