I didn’t necessarily WANT to be, but thought I could!
I always appreciated silly – The Marx Brothers, W.C. Fields, Abbott and Costello,‘It’s A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World’, Warner Brothers cartoons, Steve Allen. Ernie Kovacs. Then, as I grew up, my tastes moved to The Firesign Theatre and Monty Python. George Carlin was a god!
I remember returning from a long high school choir trip, standing in the back of the bus and mimicking Carlin’s first album for anyone who would listen. Word for word, intonation for intonation. The man taught me timing.
And then there’s Dennis Miller. “I haven’t seen choreography like that since the Lee Harvey Oswald prison transfer!” In his own words, “Viva la referencia obscura!”
I began considering doing stand-up comedy in my mid-twenties. After all, my good friend Biff Jannuzzi (who authored the one-act play about the Lincoln assassination ‘A Booth in the Back’), did it! Then, I met a friend of his, Tom (a buddy of his in the local little theater group), who changed my mind. I was quick, clever with a comeback, witty, and thought I was all that.
Tom was quicker, faster with a comeback and wittier.
So, Tom was a stand-up comedian? (You ask)
He sold used cars at one of those buy-here, pay here joints. Jake the Snake’s Garden of Gears! Down in the sketchy part of town.
His talent and ability was ten times mine, and he was selling cars.
It’s all a matter of perspective.
“A man has to know his limitations.” – Inspector Harry Callahan
It’s sad when a purveyor of a childhood memory is taken.
Sadder still when two are.
I’ve never been a big horror movie fan, falling for the less obvious thriller genre. But I recognize talent when I see it.
1968’s Night of the Living Dead began resurgence of horror films, many of whom were directed yet again by Mr. Romero.
The man had talent and style.
Martin Landau was a character acting fixture in my childhood, even when I didn’t know him by name.
The Untouchables, Bonanza, The Twilight Zone, I Spy, Mission Impossible (on television) and North By Northwest and Ed Wood (in the movies).
And many other works…
I was never a Space 1999 fan, though…
He could play both charming and lethal.
I shall miss him
I’m no artist. Cannot draw/paint/sculpt to save my life. Lucky to be able to sketch a short straight line if needed, usually crooked. (I can sing (moderately) – but, is my singing ART?)
Because of this, I’ve a great appreciation for true artists, people like my college roommate Dave – who has been making art since he could walk. And the classical artists – Leonardo, Michaelangelo and such. Modern folks not-so-much. An exploration of random color splotches doesn’t move me as does La Giocanda.
And my understanding of art is it is to make one feel something…
My friend Doc In Yuma sent me a collection of art (via email) which did move me. Not just because of the skill of the artist, but, because of the media used.
A few examples, and his story:
Don Marco, the Master Crayola Artist
Don Marco was born in Northern Minnesota in the late 1920’s. His interest in art was evident even before starting school. As a young adult in the Army Air Corp, he began his life’s career in Air Traffic Control, which continued until his retirement from Honolulu International Airport in 1973. Much of his spare time was spent as a professional artist.
Before retirement, Don started developing a technique to create fine art, using Crayola Crayons. Shortly after retiring, he published his first print. Living in Southern California, his work was in demand, including commissions from Burt Reynolds and a one-man show at his Dinner Theater in Florida …
It’s hard to imagine these are done with crayons!
from The Firearm Blog
I loved my Browning! Sadly, she was lost in the vault theft some years back. 😦
Some folks acquire firearms without knowledge of their specific manual of arms, or even how to strip them down for basic maintenance or cleaning.
This showed up in my email from TFB, so, I thought I’d pass it along.
(Yes – it’s ‘older’ technology, but JMB was a genius! Folks like Gaston Glock stand on his shoulders!)
Some time ago, I did a blog post entitled How It REALLY Works.
This is not it.
How the Big Bird suit worked
How ice cream cones are made
How a beanstalk grows
How Wi-Fi is distributed inside an apartment
How camouflage gets on a helmet
How Michael Jackson was able to defy gravity
What dogs do when they drink water
How coins get sorted inside a machine
The way braces change your teeth
How a trumpet makes that beautiful music
The way pretzels are tied en masse
How peanut butter jars are filled full of creamy goodness
What happens when you put a key in a lock
How all that stuff gets into a Pop-Tart
What it looks like when you swallow
How hay bales get wrapped
How water affects light
How wire turns into paper clips
The life of a dandelion
How flight patterns change throughout the day
And how terrifying the human face is when it’s forming in the womb
Stan Freberg, whose freewheeling comic career in advertising garnered him worldwide acclaim and whose satirical entertainments abounded on TV, the radio and on records, has died. He was 88.
Freberg died of natural causes at a Santa Monica hospital, his son and daughter, Donavan and Donna Freberg, confirmed to The Hollywood Reporter.
“He was and will always be my hero, and I will carry his brilliant legacy forward as best I am able,” his son wrote on Facebook.
The godfather of humorous and irreverent commercials, Freberg lampooned cultural institutions and described himself as a “guerilla satirist.” TheNew York Times dubbed him the “Che Guevara of advertising,” and years later, “Weird Al” Yankovic called him a major influence on his career.
“Very sad to say that one of my absolute all-time heroes has just passed away,” Yankovic wrote on Twitter. “RIP Stan Freberg. A legend, an inspiration, and a friend.”
Freberg also was known for his musical parodies. “Wun’erful Wun’erful,” his 1957 spoof of “champagne music” — on which he collaborated with orchestra leader Billy May — lampooned The Lawrence Welk Show.
He also parodied Johnnie Ray’s hit “Cry,” which Freberg rendered as “Try.” (Ray was quite angry until he realized Freberg was fueling sales of his record.)
The Los Angeles native had hit records of his own, including St. George and the Dragonet, a 1953 send-up of the series Dragnet. His recordings were so popular that he landed his own radio program in 1954, That’s Rich. Three years later, he presented The Stan Freberg Show on CBS Radio, where he regularly mocked commercials by advertising bogus products.
You should really go and read the whole thing!
Stan was a true Hollywood success story. He actually walked off the bus, and into an ad agency and began writing copy. He wrote terrific ads, like many for Volkswagen during the Bug era.
And was hysterically funny without being lewd.
I hope you and Mel Blanc, June Foray, Bob Clampett and Daws Butler and the others are having a raucous time doing voices for The Supreme Being!
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My favorite firearms photographer Oleg Volk, posted about these innovative laser devices for dry practice pistol training!
While indoor ranges are fine for some things, reactive shooting isn’t one of them. Designed by ICE Training
(Hi, Rob!) and produced by Laserlyte in 380ACP, 9×19, 40S&W and 45ACP
, the laser cartridges are designed to emit a brief burst of red light when the firing pin makes contact with the rubberized switch. The brass-bodied cartridge itself sports a rebated case head, so striker-fired pistols can be re-cocked without it coming out of the chamber. Three included button batteries last over a thousand activations, and Laserlyte also sells a light-sensitive target.Well, I thought these were pretty cool!
(Attn FTC – While reasonably priced, I cannot afford one! No one gave me one. I just like the idea. Now go shoot your eye out!)
One of the most prolific and innovative inventors in history, JOHN MOSES BROWNING was born on this date in 1855.
The next time you rack your semiautomatic pistol, remember the slide mechanism was invented by Mr. Browning. Otherwise, we’d be stuck with Georg Luger’s toggle top! Seen many of those designs, lately?
Every time I first touch off my one remaining prized 1911, I try to intone, “God Bless John Moses Browning!”
For a succinct biography of the man, please go to 1911.org