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  • Weekend Shopping Guide 11/10/06: The West Wing

    The weekend’s here. You’ve just been paid, and it’s burning a hole in your pocket. What’s a pop culture geek to do? In hopes of steering you in the right direction to blow some of that hard-earned cash, it’s time for the Quick Stop Weekend Shopping Guide – your spotlight on the things you didn’t even know you wanted…

     

    During its initial run, I always heard great things about Aaron Sorkin’s The West Wing (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$299.98 SRP) – whose snappy patter chronicled the trials and tribulations of the fictional Bartlett administration of the United states. As portrayed by Martin Sheen, imagine a cross between Kennedy and Clinton and you have a pretty good idea of the liberal ethos on display. Despite avoiding getting swept up during its seven season run, it wasn’t until the complete collection box set arrived that I decided to take the plunge – mainlining the entire run. No small feat, I assure you. As with Sorkin’s work in the past, it teeters between sublimely brilliant and pompously self-important, but I found myself riveted overall, and eagerly anticipating who would succeed Bartlett at the end of the seventh – and final – season (and actually wishing for a different outcome than the one we got). The 45 discs comprising the set are exactly the same as those found in the individual season releases – featuring audio commentaries, deleted scenes, featurettes, and gag reels – but new to the set (besides the handsome, sturdy case emblazoned with the presidential insignia) is the pilot script, with an introduction from Sorkin, as well as an episode guide. If you haven’t begun picking up the series on DVD yet, this is definitely the way to go.

     

     

    In the annals of short-lived comedies, I would put good money on none being funnier than the six gems comprising the entire run of Police Squad! (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$19.99 SRP). Following up on their massive success with Airplane!, David Zucker, Jerry Zucker, Jim Abrahams, and Robert K. Weiss ventured on to the small screen with a parody of the overly-serious Quinn Martin/Jack Webb crime dramas of the 50’s and 60’s, starring the often clueless but somehow competent Lt. Frank Drebin (Leslie Nielsen). What they produced is a gag and visual pun-a-palooza that equals their finest work (see the aforementioned Airplane!) and would eventually be brought back to life on the big screen. Bonus features include audio commentaries on 3 episodes, a Leslie Nielsen interview, a gag reel, audition tapes, and a “Behind the Freeze Frames” featurette. Unfortunately, the celebrity death cameo John Belushi filmed for the series shortly before his death is nowhere to be found – it would have been nice to have that one last piece to remember him by, but I can understand their reluctance to include it.

     

     

    I remember hearing that my friends Eric and Jerry were heading to the movie theater, and once I heard what they were going to see, I immediately weaseled my way into going along with them. For us, seeing this film was the must-see ticket of our young lives, as it was the big screen adventure of one of our absolute favorite TV shows. That flick was Transformers: The Movie (Sony Wonder, Rated PG, DVD-$21.98 SRP), and as much crap as people want to give it, it still holds a very special place in my heart. To see Optimus duke it out with Megatron on the big screen, it was young geek heaven – even if they botched things by killing off Optimus (a mistake soon rectified on the afternoon cartoon, once they realized that we fans were not happy with their marketing decision). Did I know, as a kid, that I was basically watching a slick way to eliminate old toys and introduce a whole new product line? Vaguely, sure, but who cares? It’s not like they ever made the Unicron I really wanted when I was still young enough to want to play with it instead of it being a “collectible” (and regardless, I made my own massive Unicron out of Legos). This is all to say that I’m really jazzed by the remastered 2-disc 20th anniversary edition, packed with bonus features including deleted scenes, commentaries, promos, and more. Finally! Now where’s my GI Joe: The Movie special edition…

     

     

    Although it’s great to have all 5 films featured in the new Marlon Brando Collection (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$59.98 SRP) – including Reflections In A Golden Eye, The Teahouse Of The August Moon, The Formula, and Julius Caesar – the standout is the 2-disc special edition of Mutiny on the Bounty, whose stunning new transfer is complemented by 4 vintage featurettes (“Story of the HMS Bounty,” “Voyage of the Bounty to St. Petersburg,” “Tour of the Bounty,” & “1964 New York’s World Fair Promo”), an alternate prologue and epilogue, and a newly-produced featurette “After the Cameras Stopped Rolling: The Journey of the Bounty.” The set also includes commentary on The Formula, a new intro & featurette on Julius Caesar, vintage behind-the-scenes footage on Reflections In A Golden Eye, and a vintage featurette on The Teahouse of the August Moon.

     

     

    I remember distinctly, years ago, being underwhelmed with the trailer for Monsters, Inc.. After enjoying both Toy Story and A Bug’s Life, and Toy Story 2, I felt Pixar could do no wrong – but the Monsters trailer gave me pause. The film, it turned out, was not the let-down the trailer led me to expect, but it was nowhere near as endearing ads the previous flicks. Then came Finding Nemo and The Incredibles, and my esteem for the folks up in Emoryville was fully restored – until the trailer for Cars (Walt Disney, Not Rated, DVD-$29.99 SRP) gave me the same queasy feeling of yore. Besides the fact that automobiles have never held an interest for me – and, by extension, racing – I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had seen this movie before… When it was called Doc Hollywood and starred Michael J. Fox. Swap out the flashy big city doctor with a flashy race car, and you’ve still got the story of a fish out of water forced to spend time in a small burg in the middle of nowhere who eventually falls in love not only with a local girl, but also with said small town. That’s both flicks to a “t”. Was I disappointed with Cars? Technically, it was a beautiful film extremely well-animated – Pixar can do that in their sleep – but I found that director John Lasseter too often fell in love with the geeky aspects of the cars and Route 66 environs on the screen, and lost touch with telling a tight story. Is it a disaster? Not by any means, but it’s definitely not in my top 3. Disney has opted to give us a measly single-disc edition instead of the usual 2-disc (I guess Lasseter’s new position at Disney gives him no clout over home video), with deleted scenes, a behind-the-scenes featurette, and the shorts “One Man Band” and “Mater and the Ghostlight.”

     

     

    Even 6 months later, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about the first “half” of The Sopranos‘ sixth and final season (HBO, Not Rated, DVD-$99.98 SRP). While it was certainly high on familial intrigue (both meanings of “family,” naturally), there didn’t seem to be much of a spark motivating the season. It didn’t help matters that a large part of the initial episodes were stuck in Tony’s post-shooting coma dream state – which is all well and good, but one can take only so much philosophy and psychology before the desire for meat & potatoes storytelling becomes insistent. I certainly have no idea where the final 9 episodes airing next spring are going to take us, that’s for sure. The 4-disc set features all 12 episodes, plus a quartet of audio commentaries.

     

     

    While I still find the mo-cap “animation” technique as jarring as I did on Polar Express, I think Monster House (Sony, Rated PG, DVD-$28.95 SRP) manages to transcend my misgiving by featuring an incredibly entertaining script – about a trio of neighborhood kids who band together to try and battle the suddenly sentient, monstrous, and evil house on their block – and stylized character design that didn’t try for the photo-realism that made Polar Express‘s cast so zombie-like. It’s a glorious mash-up of Goonies, The ‘Burbs, and Monster Squad. Bonus features include an audio commentary, 7 behind-the-scenes featurettes, a scene-breakdown, and an art gallery.

     

     

    With he recent spate of vintage talk shows getting DVD releases (including Shout! Factory’s Dick Cavett sets), it’s good to know that we can add another batch of classics from the original king of late night. The 3-disc The Best of Johnny Carson: Volume 1 (R2, Not Rated, DVD-$39.99 SRP) features dozens of memorable moments from Carson’s 30 years on the air, plus bonus materials including the famous episode when Bob Hope & Dean Martin made an unexpected visit, rare photos, and a compilation of additional moments from the Ultimate Carson Collection. Also available is the single-disc Carson Country (R2, Not Rated, DVD-$14.99 SRP), featuring a collection of country & western appearances – everyone from Johnny Cash to John Wayne.

     

     

    The 3-disc The Wonderful World Of Louis Armstrong (Time Life, $39.98 SRP) features 40 remastered tracks spanning over 4 decades of the great Satchmo’s career – everything from “Mack the Knife” and “Hello, Dolly!” to “When the Saints Go Marching In” and “What a Wonderful World.” The 3rd disc is a DVD compilation of rare film and video performances that give a small taste of what a fantastic live performer he must have been. My only regret? Where’s “Skokian”?

     

     

    It was only a matter of time before the films of Gary Cooper fell under the spotlight of Warners’ amazing “Signature Collection” series, and the 5-films featured in Gary Cooper: The Signature Collection (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP) are absolute essentials for any self-respecting cineastes film library. The centerpiece is the 2-disc special edition of Cooper’s turn as the real-life WWI hero Sergeant York, which features an audio commentary from historian Jeanine Basinger, a pair of documentaries (“Sergeant York: Of God and Country” and “Gary Cooper: American Life, American Legend”), a vintage short, the Porky cartoon Porky’s Preview, and trailer. The other four films that round out the set are The Fountainhead (which also includes a new making-of featurette), Dallas, Springfield Rifle, and The Wreck of the Mary Deare.

     

     

    The alchemy of creating music has long fascinated me, so it should come as no surprise that I’m a big fan of the Classic Albums series of documentaries (Eagle Vision, Not Rated, DVD-$11.98 SRP each) – each of which goes in-depth behind-the-scenes of a particular iconic album, with rare footage and interviews that flesh out the creative process. The latest in the series spotlight Meat Loaf’s Bat Out of Hell, U2’s The Joshua Tree, Steely Dan’s Aja, The Who’s Who’s Next, and Bob Marley & The Wailers’ Catch A Fire. I truly dig this series, and hope they keep rolling them out.

     

     

    Although I believe Fox has royally screwed fans who have been supporting the season-by-season DVD releases of M*A*S*H by releasing a feature-laden comprehensive box set just as the 11th season (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) comes out, it’s good to finally have that final run available, if only for the epic, feature-length finale that wrapped up the trials and tribulations of the doctors, nurses, and soldiers of the 4077.

     

     

     

    Even though I tend to find host James Lipton a comically over-the-top presenter, I still watch Inside The Actors Studio whenever I get the chance, often finding the conversation fascinating and the occasional insight into the person in the hot seat well worth the sometimes softball banter. The show is getting its time in the DVD spotlight with a 3-disc Inside The Actors Studio: Icons collection (Shout! Factory, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP), featuring the programs with guests Paul Newman, Robert Redford, Barbra Streisand, and Clint Eastwood, which also feature bonus footage and retrospective pieces with Lipton. Sold separately is the incredible Inside The Actors Studio: Dave Chappelle (Shout! Factory, Not Rated, DVD-$14.98 SRP), which is a very insightful piece done with the actor/comedian after his famed abandonment of his show’s third season.

     

     

    While Edward R. Murrrow may be best remembered as a hard-hitting newsman and the very epitome of what journalism should be, he was also the host of what some may call a “puff” series called Person to Person, in which this tough-as-nails journalist would do one-on-one interviews with celebrities like Marlon Brando, Bette Davis, Sid Caesar, Jerry Lewis, Frank Sinatra, and up-and-coming politicians like John F. Kennedy. The 3-disc The Best of Person To Person (Koch, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) features over 2-dozen of those now-legendary interviews, in which Murrow reveals that his skills extended beyond just hard news.

     

     

    Not only does Roseanne have the “Barr” back, but in her stand-up special Roseanne Barr: Blonde and Bitchin’ (HBO, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP), she’s back on stage and performing again after a long spell away from the mic. Even better, she’s back in form and funnier than ever – which, considering what a groundbreaker she was in the 80’s, makes me no end of happy. In addition to the full special, the disc also features an interview with Roseanne, footage of her pre-show pep talk, a post-show featurette, and Roseanne going head-to-head with her new makeup artist.

     

     

    Just in time or all of those difficult holiday shopping lists, The Rodgers & Hammerstein Collection (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$99.98 SRP) contains the full 2-disc special editions of The Sound of Music, South Pacific, State Fair, Oklahoma!, Carousel, and The King and I. Bonus features include audio commentaries, behind-the-scenes featurettes, bonus films, vintage shorts, deleted scenes, photo galleries, and much, much more.

     

     

    As many releases as they’ve gotten in the past – some acceptable, some embarrassing – the “Toho Master Collection” of the Godzilla film series has been more than living up to its name, with the initial release a few months back of the giant lizard’s first film foray a stunningly great overall package. The next two releases – currently available only as an online exclusive at http://www.godzillaondvd.com – are Mothra Vs. Godzilla and Godzilla Raids Again (Classic Media, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP). Not only do they have both the Japanese and English versions of the films, but also audio commentaries, featurettes, and more.

     

     

    There’s no denying that She-Ra was a rather blatant attempt to capture young girls with what amounted to a warmed-ver redress of He-Man (ala Superman’s Supergirl). Featuring He-Man’s twin sister She-Ra, the princess of power fought the good fight against the monstrous Hordak and his evil Horde with control of the kingdom of Etheria in the balance. She-Ra: Season One Volume One (BCI, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP) features the first 32 episodes of the first season, plus the usual exceptional line-up of bonus materials we’ve come to expect from the good people at BCI. Those bonus features include part 1 of the feature-length documentary “The Stories of She-Ra“, a pair of commentaries, an animated storyboard, character profiles, trivia, and more.

     

     

    They’ve trickled out over the past few years, but you can finally get the entire 6 season run of the UK’s original – and very, very funny – Men Behaving Badly (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$99.98 SRP), plus the Last Call disc featuring the trio of feature-length episodes that wrapped up the series, as well as the 1997 Christmas special and outtakes.

     

     

    You know, if you were to look in the dictionary under the word “cheese,” you’d find a still taken from Donny & Marie Osmond’s 70’s variety show. If you want proof of just what a cheesefest it was, look no further than the 2-disc The Best of Donny & Marie: Volume 1 (R2, Not Rated, DVD-$29.99 SRP), which collects hours of hand-picked “classic” moments from the show’s multi-year run. Also available is the Donny & Marie: 1978 Christmas Show (R2, Not Rated, DVD-$12.99 SRP), which has not been seen since its original airing.

     

     

    In an era when every single memory from my Saturday morning cartoon childhood is getting is eventually getting its own DVD release, it was only a matter of time before a complete collection of the Groovy Goolies (BCI, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP) hit shelves. The 3-disc set features all 16 episodes, plus a pair of commentaries, a brand-new documentary, a featurette on the founding of Filmation studios, a sing-along, and image galleries.

     

     

    And if that isn’t enough ghoulish delight for you, how about the complete fifth season of Tales From The Crypt (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP). The 3-disc set features 13 more devilishly ironic tales hosted by everyone’s favorite ghoul, the Crypt Keeper.

     

     

     

     

    Ultraman: Series One Volume Two (BCI, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) wraps up the inaugural season of the bullet-headed Japanese superhero, featuring 19 remastered, uncut episodes. Bonus features include a monster encyclopedia, while the set also contains a pair of collectible cards and an 8-page booklet.

     

     

     

    Any show that has the chutzpah to not only be set in the future, but also believe it was a future that would retain 70’s hairstyles and sport super-intelligent chimps, is a show that cries out “cult classic.” So it goes with the Ark II (BCI, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP), where Earth is a post-apocalyptic wasteland traversed by our heroes in the titular mechanized vehicle (which look like a giant white crayon). You can now own the complete 15 episode run, with bonus features including a newly-produced retrospective documentary, a pair of audio commentaries, and photo & art galleries.

     

     

    Although the title Harveytoons: The Complete Collection (Classic Media, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) is inaccurate – the set is missing dozens of entries in the series – the 4-disc set does feature tons of classic Harveytoons starring Casper, Baby Huey, Little Audrey, Herman, and Katnip. Here’s hoping a second “Complete Collection” is in the offing in the near future.

     

     

    I wasn’t overly enthused with the soundtrack to Ridley Scott’s A Good Year (Sony Legacy, $18.98 SRP) except for its inclusion of a trio of Harry Nilsson tracks, including his fun demo of “Gotta Get Up.” For their inclusion alone, I’d recommend giving this a spin… and then suggest you go get more Nilsson albums.

     

     

    It’s hard to believe that, compared to what a backstage drama and cultural juggernaut it eventually evolved into, the first season of Beverly Hills 90210 (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$54.99 SRP) was a relatively pedestrian affair, focusing more on the fish-out-of-water aspects of the transplanted Walsh twins (Jason Priestley & Shannen Doherty) as they adjusted their Midwest upbringing to their posh Beverly Hills surroundings. This first season has been eagerly anticipated by fans, who won’t be disappointed with commentary by Darren Starr on 2 episodes, and a quartet of retrospective featurettes (“Beginnings With Darren Starr,” “Meet The Class Of West Beverly High,” “90210 Behind-the-Scenes,” and “Looking Back: Season One – The Recap”).

     

     

    As if you weren’t feeling soapy enough, how about the complete first season of Melrose Place (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$54.99 SRP)? Granted, this is before the inhabitants of TV’s most dysfunctional apartment complex really hit their stride, but the infinitely appealing Heather Locklear is on the scenes, so all is well. Not only do you get all 32 episodes, but there’s a series of mini-featurettes, plus a pair of more in-depth behind-the-scenes and retrospective featurettes.

     

    So there you have it… my humble suggestions for what to watch, listen to, play with, or waste money on this coming weekend. See ya next week…

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 11/10/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    Have a THINGAMABOB? Send it in!

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  • Music For The Masses: November 9th, 2006

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    Hola, mi amigos!! Que pasa¿! Me? Why I’m happier than Reverend Ted Haggard with a mouthful of male prostitute. Seriously. And just like Rev. Haggard, I feel it safe to warn you that I’m about to come. . .to a realization that I have an addiction. No, not to cock. . .not that there’s anything wrong with that. You see, it’s just that I gave that up after leaving the Sig Eps (yeah, “brothers,” I got your “Elephant Walk” right here) and during the last couple of weeks, I’ve come to the realization that I absolutely LOVE. . .umm, political attack ads. I’m shooting straight with you here, people. With all of those half-baked accusations, exaggerations and out-right lies. . .shit, those commercials are like little, verbal, 30-second, no-holds-barred UFC cage matches. Light on substance, heavy on the slams. Or, for you EXTRA!! fans out there. . .30-second, commercial equivalents of Paul McCartney’s and “Hop-a-Long” Heather Mills’ divorce. Televised crack, I tell ya’!

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    Wait a minute. . .after looking at this picture, I, too, now have one, “wooden leg.” Yes. . .I’m going to hell. If you laughed at that, I’ll save you a seat.

    I love these little bits of nasty sooo much, I want to see more of “˜em. In fact, I want to see them so much, (and because I already miss them), I’ve actually decided to put Double A’s position as a “Rap Reviewer” up for vote just so you fine folks (oh, all right. . .myself included) can see a couple more of these attack ads. That’s right, Double A. . .guess you shouldn’t have made fun of my Afghan blanket collection. My Nanna knitted those, you fucker. Mmm hmmm. . .a pink, yellow and blue “binky” ain’t so funny now, is it?

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    So anyway, as I was saying, the position of Rap Reviewer here at Music for the Masses is now, officially, up for grabs. That’s right, friends, I’m leaving the decision up to you. Here are your candidates. . .in one corner, weighing in at a bouncy 360 lbs., you have the incumbent, the man who finds the “rap” in “crap”, Double-“Wide” A. In the other corner. . .the challenger, weighing in at a meaty 98 lbs. and hailing from the “un-official” home of rap, Council Bluffs, IA; a candidate hand-picked by yours truly after I spotted him buying a 50 Cent CD at a local Tower “Gowing Out of Business Sale,” dressed in baggy, skater shorts, an Allen Iverson jersey and an all-white, NY Yankees hat with a straight brim. . .the “Crusher”. . .Jimmy “Hat” Rathmore. What do you say? Let’s get to know our candidates. How you ask? Why, the same way you most likely got to know YOUR local, political candidates. . .through good, old-fashioned, attack ads. Up first, Jimmy Rathmore. . .

    FADE IN TO PICTURE OF A PARADE IN PROGRESS

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    VOICE OVER (ISAAC HAYES): “Double A wants to rain on yo’ parade.”

    CUT TO PICTURE OF WHEATIESâ„¢

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    VOICE OVER (ISAAC HAYES): “Double A wants to shit in yo’ Wheatiesâ„¢”

    CUT TO PICTURE OF A BIRTHDAY CAKE

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    VOICE OVER (ISAAC HAYES): “Double A wants to take away yo’ Birf’day. . .

    CUT TO A PICTURE OF A PUPPY AS SCREEN TURNS RED

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    VOICE OVER (ISAAC HAYES): “Double A likes to kick puppies.”

    FADE TO A PICTURE OF JIMMY AND HOLD

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    FADE IN MUSIC: “GANGSTA’S PARADISE”

    VOICE OVER (ISAAC HAYES): “But NOT Jimmy Rathmore. . .he ain’t frontin’, playa’, like Double A. Double A don’t know shit about rap and you know what else? His momma’s a ho’. That’s right, Double A’s momma is such a ho’, they made her the dock in Dick Town. But not Jimmy’s. His momma is a real sweet piece o’ ass. In fact, I’m gonna hit that right after I finish readin’ his commercial here. Mmm hmm. . .Where was I? Oh yeah. . .Jimmy’s the real deal. He owns all 48 of Tu-Pac’s discs, you know, the ones released after his death? Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. 3 of his shirts are RocaWear®, his Adidas® are old school and he’s just workin’ at McDonald’s® until he can save up enough money to buy those turn-tables. Oh yeah. . .and his bling? Pure sterling silver, baby. That’s how Jimmy rolls. One more thing, children, unlike that punk-ass bitch Double A, Jimmy’s all about education. He’ll teach your kids how to flash a gang sign, hold a spray paint can when taggin’ and how to draw a sweet-ass pair of scissors. . .

    FADE IN PICTURE

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    Fo’ keepin’ it bizzy up in the hizzy, the choice is clear. Tell Double A you don’t want none of that and vote Jimmy “Hat.”

    CUT TO PICTURE OF JIMMY

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    VOICE OVER (JIMMY RATHMORE): “I’m Jimmy “Hat” Rathmore and I approved this message, bitch.”

    And now, Double A’s ad. . .

    FADE IN TO A SERENE IMAGE OF A MAJESTIC MOUNTAIN

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    VOICE OVER (JAMES EARL JONES): In this climate of insecurity, it is nice to know that some things will never change. The sky will always be blue, Rosie O’Donnell will never be funny and Double A will continue to stand up for the little guys. Music for the Masses needs a consistent voice, one that has been down in the trenches, buying the shit that you shouldn’t. James Rathmore says that he knows rap. That he’s a “fan” of rap.

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    VOICE OVER (JAMES EARL JONES): Jimmy Rathmore says he knows rap?

    CUT TO PICTURE OF MC HAMMER

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    VOICE OVER (JAMES EARL JONES): Fact! Rathmore owns all 6 of MC Hammer’s albums, including the rare, un-released album “Oh Hell, I’m Broke.” He also has the entire album “To the Extreme” by Vanilla Ice. . .memorized.

    CUT TO PICTURE OF LOTION

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    VOICE OVER (JAMES EARL JONES): Fact! Rathmore thinks that N.W.A. stands for “Now With Aloe,” just like his favorite brand of lotion. Lotion that he uses to masturbate with because he’s too much of a punk bitch to get a girlfriend.

    CUT TO PICTURE OF PUPPIES TINTED RED

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    VOICE OVER (JAMES EARL JONES): Fact! While Double A has kicked his fair share of puppies in the past, at least he has never thought about having sex with one. Rathmore has. A lot.

    CUT TO VIDEO OF THE FLAG WAVING IN THE WIND

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    VOICE OVER (JAMES EARL JONES): If you elect James Rathmore to write your rap reviews, all you will ever get are reviews of the latest Eminem mixtape that he made for his friend “Smokey.” Also, if you elect Rathmore, he will come have sex with your dog. Double A wont. You can count on it.

    CUT TO PICTURE OF DOUBLE A

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    VOICE OVER (DOUBLE A): What it is, bitches? This is Double A and I approved this ad.

    There you have it, folks. Now, it’s up to you so. . .ROCK THE VOTE!!!! Just drop me an email, at the link below, and help support democracy by casting your vote for your favorite candidate.

    But enough about all of that. It’s time now to check out some new music. In this edition of Music for the Masses, we take a look at the new one from the Who, Endless Wire, the music of Warren Miller’s new movie, Off the Grid, and we provide another chance for you aspiring artists out there to “Pimp Your Band.” Should be fun. So, what do you say? Let’s get to it, shall we??!!

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    Album:Endless Wire
    Bastard Love Child of: The Who when all 4 members were alive and The Who now where only 2 of them are.
    Best for: Realizing how much I miss John Entwhislte.

    You know, I’m only half joking when I tell you that I fully expect to tune in to Dateline’s “To Catch a Predator” some night and see Chris Hansen asking Pete Townsend “So tell me, Pete. . .what are you doing here? What were you planning on doing with this 13-year old girl?” And, if this ever happens, I fully expect Pete to answer “I wanted to teach her how to work me whammy bar.” Then he’ll make a break for the front door and get tackled in the lawn by a couple of D.C.’s “fattest and finest.”

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    For those of you scratching your head out there going “WTF, M.C.?” because you’re not “in the know,” a few years back, Townsend was charged with having kiddie-porn, “worm-burpin’” material on his personal computer. No. . .I’m not making that up. Granted, these charges were later dropped, but that shit sticks with you and I’ll be damned if every fucking (yes, fucking) time I hear the Who’s “Pinball Wizard,” I don’t change the lyrics to. . .”Ever since I was a young boy, I liked to play with balls. From Soho down to Brighton, I must have played them all.” And good lord, I haven’t even told you about one of the lyrics on this new disc. But we’ll get to that in a minute.

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    Now, regardless of the validity of Townsend’s sexual appetites, I consider myself a pretty big fan of the Who’s music and I was really looking forward to getting my hands on this new one, Endless Wire. Their first disc of new material since 1982’s It’s Hard? Easy money, my friends. Easy money. Of course, as many of you know, with great anticipation can come great disappointment and after listening to this disc, I’m disappointed. Allow me to explain. If you are a hard core fan of the Who, you are going to love this album, even if it is, more or less, a glorified Pete Townsend solo disc along the lines of 1993’s Pyschoderelict, simply because it is a new disc. The fact that Daltry adds his gracefully aging voice to the proceedings makes it easier to swallow as a “Who disc,” but let’s not kid ourselves. This is not the same Who, deaths aside, that created enough quality material to prompt Syrius Satelite to give them their own channel and this is not the album that we’ve been waiting for. It’s not complete shit, and, again, it IS new Who for crying out loud, but this is Pete. . .pushing the envelope and experimenting. . .again. To paraphrase Michael’s line from The Godfather II, “You broke my heart, Pete. . .you broke my heart. Hey. . .wanna go fishing?”

    And that brings us to the “casual” Who fan. They’re going to absolutely hate this disc. Know why? Because they’re going to grab this disc wanting to hear something familiar from this iconic band and aside from a tricked-up nod to the opening of “Baba O’Riley,” they ain’t gonna get it. What they ARE going to get is a hook-less song about religion, “Man in the Purple Dress,” a disjointed mini-opera (“Wire & Glass”) that is more unevenly spaced than the eyes of a Special Olympian and, due to the kiddie-porn allegations, one of the creepiest lyrical lines you’ll ever here. . .”Why can’t they see that life excites me/This boy ignites me” (“Trilby’s Piano”). *SHUDDER* Put it back in your pants, Pete. . .for fuck’s sake.

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    I’m still holding out hope that, even without Entwhistle, we’ll get another classic Who disc, but sadly, this isn’t it. Unless you are a hard core, and I mean hard core, fan, save your money.

    Rating: 2.5 out of 5

    WARREN MILLER’S OFF THE GRID

    There are a ton of reasons why it’s cool to live in Colorado but chief among them are that all of the women here look exactly like this. . .

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    . . .on your 21st birthday, the government sends you a giant block of cheese. . .

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    . . .and, most importantly, you learn to ski at a young age. . .

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    I realize that for some of you out there, skiing is that thing that Sonny Bono was doing just prior to head-butting that tree, but for me and a shit-load of others here in Colorado, it’s a religion. . .sans all the alter boy “mouth hugging” and “butt-fiddling.” And if skiing is the religion, then without a doubt, Warren Miller is our favorite preacher. “Why’s that?” you ask. Well, you see, Warren Miller has been preaching the gospel of skiing and cranking out amazing ski films for the past 57 years and for those same 57 years, the faithful have gathered, just prior to the start of the ski season, to watch Warren’s latest opus and to get psyched up for hitting the slopes. For some, it’s the best part of the whole season and for good reason.

    You see, aside from all of the amazing and breath-taking shots of people launching off of all kinds of crazy shit, Warren’s films feature, arguably, some of the coolest music you’ve never heard. Okay, maybe you’ve heard a couple of the tracks and some of the artists, but seriously, the guy has a knack for finding some obscure talent. And I mean, obscure. In fact, I couldn’t find squat on one of the main artists featured in Warren’s new film, Off The Grid, Boots Wallace. Too bad. . .good shit, Boots. But, that’s exactly why were here today. I realize that if you’re not a skier, your chances of checking out one of these films is slim to none and slim just left town, but there were some artists in this year’s film that are deserving of your attention. Some you’ve heard of, like Gomez and Imogen Heap, but others you more than likely have not. I highly recommend checking out the actual films, but, at the very least, check these tunes out and help out some under-appreciated artists. Who knows, maybe you’ll find some new favorites like I did with Big City Rock, Zero 7 and Gomez.

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    In no particular order:

    -Sweatshop Union’s “Baho Ang Titi Mo,” “Union Dues” and “Garbage Love Scenes/Cheesy Jingles” (www.myspace.com/sweatshopunion7)

    -Scratch Track’s “Come One Come All” (www.myspace.com/scratchtrack)

    -Tomorrow and Everyday After’s “Grudge” (www.teaarmy.com)

    -Living Things’ “Bom Bom Bom” (www.myspace.com/livingthings)

    -Simon Dawes’ “Have a Heart” (www.myspace.com/simondawes)

    -Gomez’s “How We Operate” (www.myspace.com/gomez)

    -Primal Scream’s “Country Girl” (www.myspace.com/primalscream)

    -Wired All Wrong’s “Let Me Go,” “Medicate,” “Elevatin’”and “Fifteen Minutes” (www.myspace.com/wiredallwrong)

    -Zero 7’s “The Pageant of the Bizarre” (www.myspace.com/zero7official)

    – Bullets And Octane’s “Save Me Sorrow” (www.myspace.com/bulletsandoctane)

    -Imogen Heap’s “Hide and Seek” (www.myspace.com/imogenheap)

    -Big City Rock’s “Human” (www.myspace.com/bigcityrock)

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    “Yippee ki aye, mother fucker!”

    BAND OF THE WEEK!!!!

    You know? In addition to MySpace being a GREAT place to meet a Dateline reporter. . .

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    it’s also a great place to check out some new and/or unsigned artists. To honor these individuals and their art, I thought it would be cool to feature a band here each time out, sans any remarks or comments from yours truly. Consider this your place to shine. If you want you or your band featured here, just drop me a line. Up this week. . .

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    Pepper Sands

    Vancouver, BC

    www.myspace.com/peppersands or www.peppersands.com

    Band Members:

    Citizen A: Bass and vocals

    Adam: Drums and Percussion

    Jay Slye: Guitar and Percussion

    Derek MacDonald: Keyboards

    Has Toured With: Concrete Blonde, 30 Seconds To Mars, I Mother Earth, Billy Talent, Sleater-Kinney and Swollen Members. . .amongst others.

    Sounds Like: “Your wildest, wettest dreams”

    CD Available? New Disc Available. . .”Forrest Strays”

    Label: Universal Music Canada/Independent

    What Others Are Saying: “For a major label debut, Pepper Sands self-titled record shines with the polish of the numerous veteran alternative rock acts that so obviously influence it. Seems like this Vancouver quartet has been carefully listening to most of modern rocks finest from the last decade. Lead-off track, “Win Big Lose More (Cherries Jubilee),” shows you what a Shirley Manson-fronted Foo Fighters would sound like, with its heavy riffs, poppy melodies and singer Citizen As girlie-but-ballsy vocals (think Avril Lavigne’s older sister!). Hints of Brit-pop will warm the hearts of still-grieving Lush fans on “Speak Too Soon,” while the shoe-gaze-y indie pop of “Myth” references everything that was cool about mid-90s alt-darlings, Velocity Girl. You’ve got to like a band that knows how to swap girl/boy vocals with ease and use them oh-so-sweetly when harmonizing. And get ready to dance on the super bop-y “Forever Wonder” that sounds like Neko Case singing lead for One Chord-era Sloan. Nice. Pepper Sands seem to have taken all the best parts of their favorite bands and put together a radio-friendly, catchy debut that surprises you and sticks in your head all day.” — Brian Pascual, Chartattack

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    Message from the band: Looks are deceiving. And first impressions don’t always hold true. With their spunky black-white-and-red comic book cover art and short, tight, hyperactive tunes, Pepper Sands might give you the impression they’re a modern-day new wave group, updating the carefree magic of the Go-Go’s. The Vancouver quartet certainly come charging out of the gate with plenty of amped-up frustration and good time kicks. But somewhere in the middle of their debut album, the band that has opened for 54-40, Sleater-Kinney and Matthew Good slow down ever so slightly and begin opening up. The staccato pop bursts of “WIN BIG LOSE MORE (cherries jubilee)” or “Speak Too Soon” give way to the moodier introspection of “Myth,” “Touch Apart” and “Make No Mistake.” Singer Citizen A layers her vocals in lush echoes and even shuts down to a whisper. Guitarist Jay Slye rolls off the aggressive opening riffs and begins painting the night sky with ringing tones reminiscent of U2’s the Edge. Atmosphere adds depth and the lined images on the cover transform into full portraits. The acres of lyrics on the album’s insert, taking up literally every panel except the cover, express the views of a band hooked on love and forever trying to figure out a way past the inevitable pain. Except where a less literal band might stick with a few cloying phrases — and drill an obnoxious, overdone hook into your head — Pepper Sands opt to tell the story like an interior monologue where the brain must decide what thoughts to keep and which to discard. The effect is sometimes maddening, sometimes endearing, like that late night radio DJ who has had too much caffeine and proceeds to speak in circles through the endless night. You keep thinking you should turn it off and get your own head straight, but you keep wondering where it’s all going to end up. In Pepper Sands’ case, it adds up to a spirited pop debut that suggests the band is going to get much weirder as time goes on.

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    Be sure to check them out!!!

    Well, folks, that’s going to do it for me and the gang this week, so. . .until next time. . .keep wearing it proud and playing it loud.

    Send your votes for a new rap reviewer, review copies, presents and assorted hate mail to:


    M.C. Bell
    P.O. Box 1222
    Arvada, CO 80001

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  • The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 80 – Trading Cards

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    Back around the turn of the century – y’know, 1999? – I was financially engaged by several collectors to decorate a small pile of baseball card-sized pieces of cardboard with my quirky little drawings, the subjects of which were totally up to my discretion.

    Since other projects have demanded the majority of my attention this past week, I’ve decided to share a smattering of these quasi-charming illos with you. Y’know – in lieu of real content?

    So without further adieu…

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    The World’s Finest team – have they ever looked that peculiar? Sure hope not…

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    Hey Jay, is that a bowl on your head, or are you just hoping to run across Naomi Campbell packing soup?…

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    The “eyes” have it! (As do the ice!…)

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    Dragon, I’m a little short on cash – could you loan me a fin?…

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    Muffle that feminine charm, Princess D – I think you’re making Daredevil horny!

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    Typical teenagers? The way I’ve got these two dressed, Miss Grundy looks hip by comparison! (Or is that “hep”?…)

    And now, a very special holiday greeting from a very special individual…

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    HAPPY VETERAN’S DAY!!

    (What? You didn’t think Santa served? Hey, he didn’t like Hitler any more than your grandfather did – trust me, Ol’ Saint Nick ain’t THAT jolly!…)

    Even though there are plenty more cartoons to haul out of that particular well, that’s it for now! Gotta save some for the NEXT time I need to crank out a quickie, after all!

    See ya next episode!

    (Unless of course you choose to visit Hembeck.com in the intervening period – and hey, don’t let ME stop you!…)

    -Copyright 2006 Fred Hembeck

  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 11/9/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • What does a person’s face look like when they find out they’ve been pushed off the gravy train? (Thingamabob)

    Have a THINGAMABOB? Send it in!

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 11/8/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • Faith Hill – “World’s Most Theatrically Obvious Sore Loser”… (Thingamabob)
    • Speaking of which, here’s the latest Kasper-Hauser comedy podcast… (Thingamabob)
    • Jim Henson & Kermit on What’s My Line?(Thingamabob)

    Have a THINGAMABOB? Send it in!

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  • DVD Late Show: Super-Heroes, Sci-Fi… and Dick Tracy?

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    November 7, 2006

    Yeah, I know. I’m still running behind, so let’s get right to the reviews.

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    In 1986, Hearst Entertainment (parent company of King Features) and TV animation house Marvel Productions, teamed up to produce 65 episodes of a new syndicated animated adventure series featuring three of Hearst’s longest-running and best-known newspaper comic strip heroes: Flash Gordon, Mandrake the Magician, and The Phantom. The series also promoted Mandrake’s African manservant/bodyguard, Lothar, to full-hero status, and gave each of the four leads a teenaged child (in bachelor Mandrake’s case, an adopted one). Together, they battled Gordon’s arch-nemesis, Ming the Merciless, as he attempted to conquer the Earth.

    That series makes its DVD debut with BCI Eclipse’s DEFENDERS OF THE EARTH: THE COMPLETE SERIES, VOL. 1, which includes the first 33 episodes on five discs.

    Unfortunately, despite a very talented crew and a great premise (and a nifty theme song penned by Stan Lee), the show suffers from uninspired or illogical scripts and extremely crude animation. In the style of other 80’s syndicated adventure cartoons, violence is limited to ray blasts against robots (Ming’s Ice Robots, in this case), and each episode must deliver a moral. Two story points in particular that annoyed me: in the first episode, Flash Gordon’s unnamed wife (presumably Dale Arden) is killed by Ming, and her brain patterns somehow imbedded in a crystal, which son Rick Gordon uses as the core personality for the team’s super computer. Aside from wondering what would make her mind suitable for such a purpose, it seemed odd to me that neither Flash nor Rick seem at all disturbed by this. Secondly, the Phantom, who is repeatedly referred to as being an African hero, has the mystical ability to call upon the “strength of ten tigers,” and does so at least once in each episode. Now, it’s been years since junior high, but as I recall, there are no tigers in Africa!

    Regardless of the quality of the show itself, BCI’s DVD set, from their Ink and Paint label, is great. The first half of the series (33 episodes) is presented on 5 discs. Presented in the original full-screen TV aspect ratio, the picture quality is generally good, although the source material itself is occasionally littered with dirt and debris inherent in pre-digital era animation. As with BCI’s other recent animation releases like HE-MAN and SHE-RA, the set includes extensive bonus material, as well.

    There are video interviews with several of the creators of the show, commentary tracks on two episodes, a short presentation “pilot” created to sell the series, numerous image galleries and bio/trivia text features, and 2 collectible art cards with illustrations by Mike Allred and Rafael Kayanan. There’s supposed to be the first episode of the 70’s FLASH GORDON cartoon on there, too, but I couldn’t seem to find it.

    While I can’t really recommend the show to anyone, if you’re a fan of the show from the 80’s or a diehard collector of Flash Gordon, Phantom or Mandrake material, you may want to pick it up. The set is a first-class production all the way.

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    Another animated series based on a long-running comic strip comes to DVD courtesy of Classic Media, with THE DICK TRACY SHOW: THE COMPLETE ANIMATED SERIES (1961). The four-disc set includes all 130 5-minute episodes. Unfortunately, as bad as DEFENDERS OF THE EARTH may be, THE DICK TRACY SHOW is far worse.

    Designed to be run as segments of locally produced kiddie shows, each episode begins with Dick Tracy at his desk, getting an assignment from his superiors. But, instead of rushing out to apprehend the perpetrators, he uses his two-way wrist radio to assign one of his operatives to the case, instead. That’s right ““ Dick Tracy almost never leaves his desk. And who are the operatives he sends out to do his job for him? Well, there’s Japanese agent Joe Jitsu, Mexican op Go-Go Gomez and Irish beat cop, Heap O’ Callory”¦ some of the most offensive racial stereotypes ever seen in TV animation.

    The animation itself is about as static and stilted as it can be, and the five-minute stories don’t have much time to get complicated. Aside from Tracy’s cameos, the only other link to the famous comic strip is the use of some of its more colorful criminals ““ Flattop, Mumbles, Pruneface ““ reduced here to bumbling idiots. It’s not pretty.

    And neither are the discs. While Classic Media has gone all out with the packaging ““ a beautiful hardback case with four single-sided discs and free comic book ““ the cartoons themselves really show their age, with severely faded colors and minor damage throughout.

    For Dick Tracy completists only.

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    Two previously released Disney live-action sci-fi favorites from the Seventies have just been paired up in the ESCAPE TO WITCH MOUNTAIN/RETURN FROM WITCH MOUNTAIN ““ 2 MOVIE COLLECTION (1975/1978).

    If you never saw these perennial Disney favorites before, here’s the basics: two blond pre-teen orphans with mysterious mental abilities (including telepathy and telekinesis), Tony (Ike Eisenmann) and Tia (Kim Richards), search for the truth about their origins while trying to elude various criminals intent on exploiting the kids’ powers. In the first film, millionaire Ray Milland (X- THE MAN WITH THE X-RAY EYES) is after the kids, while in the second, Christopher Lee (HORROR OF DRACULA) and Bette Davis (BURNT OFFERINGS) have their greedy hearts set on controlling Tony’s TK talents.

    Directed by John Hough (THE LEGEND OF HELL HOUSE), both films feature primitive 70’s special effects and a certain flat, TV look, yet the stories and characters are still quite engaging, both for nostalgic adults and young children. My niece and nephew, despite being raised on today’s flashy FX-heavy fantasy flicks and video games, loved the movies, watching them so many times my sister begged me to take the disc back.

    Disney’s double feature disc is pretty bare-bones, but does offer both films in crystal sharp widescreen (1.78:1 and 1:75:1) anamorphic transfers. The original soundtracks have been remixed in Dolby 5.1 Surround.

    Good stuff.

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    BCI Eclipse, having had some success with Filmation’s animated offerings, is starting to dip into the studio’s live action Saturday morning fare, beginning with the only-in-the-Seventies post-Apocalyptic actioner, ARK II ““ THE COMPLETE SERIES (1976).

    Set in the 25th Century, after the world has been devastated by pollution and war, three multi-cultural young scientists (Terry Lester, Jean Marie Hon, and Jose Flores) and their talking chimp, Adam, roam the post-Apocalyptic wasteland in a super-advanced RV, bringing the benefits of science and good morals to the primitive remnants of humanity. That’s right ““ it’s DAMNATION ALLEY for adolescents!

    Surprisingly, the show holds up pretty well. Despite the low budget, the production values are quite good, and the Ark and its accessories are pretty impressive gadgets, even today. The earnest young cast manages to play their underwritten roles with conviction, and, thankfully, the chimpanzee is never all that annoying. Scripts range from quite good to insultingly bad, but are usually somewhere in the middle, and despite the grim setting, the stories all offer hope and a solid moral lesson. Fortunately, these “lessons” are not as heavy handed as in later Filmation shows, and are delivered without the usual sledgehammer tactics. Guest stars include Jonathan Harris, Malachi Throne, Geoffrey Lewis, Jim Backus and a teenaged Helen Hunt.

    BCI has placed all 15 episodes on 4 discs. Unfortunately, the transfers are not very impressive. Presented in their original full-screen TV aspect ratio, the source material is faded and grainy, although relatively free of damage or debris. Still, considering that the show is nearly 30 years old, and was probably shot on a budget of $100 bucks an episode, we’re probably lucky the episodes look as good as they do.

    As with their animated Filmation releases, ARK II ““ THE COMPLETE SERIES, comes with an bunch of bonus features, including audio commentaries on two episodes, a full-length “Making Of” documentary, several photo and art galleries, and all 15 scripts, plus the series bible, on DVD-ROM.

    Ultimately, ARK II is good kid’s show and a relatively decent example of 70’s TV sci-fi, and I really enjoyed watching these episodes again. If it’s a fond memory from your childhood, you may want to pick it up, despite the less-than-reference-quality transfers.

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    Universal’s excellent science fiction series continues along with BATTLESTAR GALACTICA SEASON 2.5 (2006), as our rag-tag fleet of human survivors discover a second surviving Battlestar, the Pegasus, which offers the desperate Colonials hope that they can finally turn the tables on their Cylon pursuers.

    Of course, in the grim GALACTICA universe, that just isn’t the way things work.

    The commander of the Pegasus (Michelle Forbes) just might be a homicidal psycho, there’s continuing political unrest in the fleet, the Cylon prisoner is about to give birth, the President (Mary McDonnell) is dying of cancer, the black market is out of control, there are Cylon moles in the fleet”¦ and the Colonials may have just found a planet they can call home. Maybe.

    Ronald E. Moore’s “re-imagining” of the Seventies space adventure series remains one of television’s top dramas, with a powerful cast and challenging, grown-up scripts that take the show to a dramatic level far above pretty much anything else in the genre. Loaded with political and social allegory (as the best sci-fi always is), BATTLESTAR GALACTICA should be required viewing for anyone who enjoys good television.

    SEASON 2.5 presents the second half of the second season on DVD, with stunning 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen transfers and pounding Dolby Digital 5.1 Surround sound. Each episode is accompanied by an audio commentary (podcast) by producer Moore, deleted scenes and more. The set also includes Moore’s video blogs, several featurettes, and an extended version of the midseason episode, “Pegasus.”

    If, like me, you don’t get Sci-Fi Channel, you owe it to yourself to follow BATTLESTAR GALACTICA on DVD. Hell, it’s even better than watching it on TV ““ no commercials!

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    BCI Eclipse has recently unleashed upon an unsuspecting and unprepared public the science fiction spoof GALAXINA (1980) in a special “25th & 1/2 Anniversary Edition.”

    I first read about this film ““ as with many others ““ in Starlog magazine when I was a teen, and ended up waiting 26 years to actually see it. The movie is known (by those who know of it at all) as being one of the very few film vehicles for actress Dorothy R. Stratten, the lovely Playboy Playmate and Bogdanovich protégé who was murdered by her husband shortly before the movie was released.

    Unfortunately, GALAXINA is terrible; a remarkably unfunny comedy from William Sachs, the director of THE INCREDIBLE MELTING MAN (another movie I only know about from old Starlogs) and good old Crown International Pictures.

    Strratten portrays the title character, the shapely android pilot of the intergalactic police cruiser Infinity. While she’s both beautiful and competent at her job, the rest of the crew are neither. Captain Cornelius Butt (Avery Schreiber, CAVEMAN) is an idiot, and his officers Thor (Stephan Macht, THE MONSTER SQUAD) and Buzz (J.D. Hinton) are almost as bad. But Galaxina and Thor nonetheless have feelings for one another, feelings they cannot act upon, because physical contact causes the android to short circuit. After a visit to an alien brothel, the crew of the Infinity is assigned to find a magical artifact, the Blue Star, and keep it out of the hands of the resident Darth Vader clone.

    While there’s some potential in here, it’s almost completely squandered by director Sachs, who has no apparent sense of comedy timing whatsoever. The characters and humor are crude, the gags are cliché, and while Stratten is undeniably beautiful to look at, her role as a robot seems to stretch her limited emoting abilities. There are a couple of decent alien designs by Chris Walas (in particular, the “Rock Biter”), and a few jokes that almost work, but overall, the film remains notable only for its association with its tragic leading lady.

    BCI’s classy 25th Anniversary Special Edition treats the film like a comedy masterpiece, however, with a sharp, clean 2.35:1 anamorphic widescreen transfer. There’s also a boatload of bonus features. There’s a commentary track by director Sachs and actor Stephen Macht (God love “˜em, they still think this movie is funny!), another audio interview with Sachs, additional footage from the international version, the theatrical trailer, and four still galleries. DVD ROM features include the original script and shooting script, as well as reprints of the above-mentioned Starlog articles. Finally, there’s a 6-page booklet with stills and a biography of Stratten.

    Once again, we’ve got a bad movie in a fantastic DVD package. Recommended only for people interested in the late Dorothy Stratten”¦ or fans of Avery Schreiber. If there are any.

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    New from VCI is the 50’S SCI-FI DOUBLE FEATURE: KING DINOSAUR/THE JUNGLE (1952/1955), which features two rare and offbeat flicks from the fab Fifties.

    KING DINOSAUR is the simple tale of four astronauts (two male, two female) who journey to the planet Nova, which has recently wandered into our solar sytem and taken up residence. Via the magic of stock footage, our intrepid but bickering heroes arrive on Nova, which looks remarkably like L.A.’s Griffith park. There they encounter bears, lemurs, owls, snakes, and a transparent, optically enlarged insect. Soon, because the movie is called KING DINOSAUR, they travel to an island in the middle of a lake where they encounter giant gila monsters, baby crocodiles, monitor lizards, armadillos(!), and an iguana pretending to be a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

    The movie is only an hour long, but I fell asleep twice. Director Bert I. Gordon went on to direct such other classics as THE AMAZING COLOSSAL MAN, ATTACK OF THE PUPPET PEOPLE and EMPIRE OF THE ANTS.

    The companion feature on this digital double bill is William Berke’s THE JUNGLE, a 73 minute epic shot on location in the wilds of India. The American cast includes Marie Windsor (CAT WOMEN OF THE MOON), slick Ceasar Romero (TV’s Joker from the original BATMAN show) and beefy Rod Cameron. Together, they journey into the wilderness in search of prehistoric wooly mammoths (in India!). Slow and talky, with tons of travelogue-styled footage of natives and wild animals (including some gruesome shots of local fauna fighting to the death), THE JUNGLE is pretty much a snooze-fest, too.

    KING DINOSAUR is presented in a sharp, B&W 1.85:1 anamorphic widescreen transfer culled from the original 35mm negative. Considering the shoestring budget, the movie looks great, with the exception of some of the older stock footage. THE JUNGLE is presented, for the first time on home video, in full-frame 1.33:1 format and color-tinted in sepia tone.

    To make up for the tepid features, VCI has included a number of extras, including a text interview with THE JUNGLE star Marie Windsor, a bunch of still and poster galleries, trailers, and several text bios.

    Again, another nice package of less-than-exciting films, but if you’re hooked on 50’s sci-fi, at least the disc is cheap.

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    I first recall hearing about SUPER INFRAMAN (JUNG-GWOK CHIU-YAN, 1975) on an episode of Siskel & Ebert’s SNEAK PREVIEWS when the flick was released to U.S. drive-ins (as INFRA-MAN) back in the mid-Seventies. I vividly remember a brief clip of the titular hero battling a bunch of bad guys in monster suits, and that Gene Siskel was sneering at this goofily giddy Hong Kong super-hero flick, while Roger Ebert sang its praises. I knew I had to see it.

    Unfortunately, if it ever played theatrically in Central Maine, I missed seeing the ads in the newspaper. If I had seen such an advertisement, I know I would have begged my mom to take me to see it. Fortunately for her, I never did.

    When the home video boom came along some years later, I saw the Prism VHS pre-record of INFRA-MAN in pretty much every video store I walked into. But, oddly, I never bothered to rent it. You see, I’d grown up a bit since the film’s U.S. run in 1975-76, and I thought I was above such things. (This was around the same time that I turned my back on cartoons, too.) But, by the early 90’s, I was once again happily indulging my inner child, and when I came across a used copy of the tape for sale in a South Florida video store for about $5, I bought it, took it home, and gave it a screening.

    Man, what fun!

    The story begins when the mysterious Princess Dragon Mom appears and threatens the world with her army of monsters and skeleton-men. (“Greetings to you, Earthlings, I am Princess Dragon Mom. I have taken over this planet. Now I own the Earth and you’ll be my slaves for all eternity.”) In response to this awesome threat, the governments of Earth cede all authority to the smartest man in the world, Professor Chang, and his Science Patrol ““ a group of athletic young Asian men dressed in Vegas-era Elvis-styled uniforms (one of whom would soon go on to gain exploitation film fame as “Bruce Le!”). Professor Chang persuades one of his blindly obedient operatives (future HK superstar Danny Lee of MIGHTY PEKING MAN and John Woo’s THE KILLER) to submit to extensive operations which turn him into the “bionic” super-hero, Infra-Man.

    With his stylin’ new suit of red and silver, AM-FM equipped helmet, and newfound powers of flight, super kung fu, bionic backflips and “thunderball” fists (it is not revealed whether these include goldfingers ““ ha! Get it?), the invincible Infra-Man is unleashed upon the monstrous minions of Princess Dragon Mom, who are ““ let’s face it ““ simply overmatched.

    Call it the ultimate lazy Saturday afternoon veg-out flick. Ninety minutes of kung fu fightin’, rubber monsters, mad science, cheesy special effects, and swingin’ Seventies sci-fi schtick… I mean, seriously ““ what more could anyone possibly want from a movie?

    Produced by Hong Kong’s Shaw Brothers studio, home of hundreds of kung fu flicks, SUPER INFRAMAN was an attempt to duplicate the success of Japanese super-hero shows like ULTRAMAN and KAMEN RIDER, which all featured garishly-costumed heroes who battled rubber-suited monsters. Shaw Brothers even imported some Japanese talent to help whip up their creature costumes. Ultimately, though, it was the studio’s (and the country’s) only full-fledged attempt at the genre… and that’s a shame.

    For, while it may have been an imitation of Japanese super-hero shows, the final film had a unique Hong Kong vibe and distinct identity of its own.

    Image Entertainment (as part of their Shaw Brothers collection) has now released SUPER INFRAMAN on a really nice widescreen DVD. The print and transfer are virtually flawless, with bright colors and sharp details, and it’s even cooler looking in its proper “Shaw Scope” aspect ratio. The film is presented in its original Mandarin with subtitles… and in the wonderfully comic book-ish English dub, which, for once, is actually preferable, as the Mandarin dialogue ““ if the subtitles are accurate ““ is rather straight-forward and dry. The English track is much more fun, with over-the top dialogue and goofy voices for the monsters.

    Extras include a bunch of trailers for other Shaw Brothers films (in Mandarin without subtitles), an image gallery, and informative liner notes by August Ragone and Damon Foster.

    Highly recommended.

    Next week, I’ll finally get to my Halloween horror suggestions, including FRANKENHOOKER, SLITHER, THE WOODS, THE LAST BROADCAST, two Boris Karloff collections, and THE GROOVIE GOOLIES. Better late than never, right?

    Right?

    C’mon… work with me here….

    Comments about this column or DVD-related questions? Feel free to contact me at dvdlateshow@atomicpulp.com.

  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 11/7/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • The great Buster Keaton, and Speedy, shill for Alka-Seltzer. (Thingamabob)

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  • Take Me Home Blog #15: We Like Our Sunsets Over Easy

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    After two weeks of sleepless nights, I seem to have boundless energy. I think I may have tip-toed past the realm of exhaustion and entered the one labeled “giddy euphoria”. Maybe it’s relief. Denial. Maybe it’s the veal parmigiana I had at “Monte Carlo”. Regardless, my first project as director has wrapped principal photography and the weight has been lifted. And to further underline my derangement, I’ll say this: I didn’t want it to end.

    THE MONEY SHOT

    But let me ‘splain further. At 5:35 tonight, we were playing catch up. During our four days of filming, there were several scenes, beats, etc. that I felt were missing. As a result, we hurried over to a generic location inside Slate Run Park in central Ohio to snag those ingredients we needed to enhance the telling of “Untold”. As we cut on what I thought to be our last shot for the film shoot, I realized what was missing: our last shot for the film. THE last shot. The one that makes us feel all warm inside. That leaves us feeling like maybe the world isn’t such an armpit afterall, that just maybe there’s some cause for celebration in this sad and fragile world. Yeah, that last shot. Didn’t have it.

    Now my intention all along had been to run back to this spot where we shot an earlier sequence; our lead character lost his hat while dashing down a hill. I thought “wouldn’t it be swell to have him pull his old body back up that hill, grab his hat, and saunter on over the horizon. Magical, si? Si.

    But no, that location was a good hour from where we were tonight, and we had about ten more minutes of decent light before dark.

    MAYBE IF I DON’T SAY ANYTHING, EVERYTHING WILL HAPPEN THE WAY I WANT IT TO.

    Secretly I had hoped that Ed Vaughan, our lead, would chime in with a, “don’t worry, Sam. Wherever you need me to be at this time tomorrow night, I’m there.” Clearly, that wasn’t about to happen; this man had already given up four days of his time for no money. He had run through forests illegally for three straight days. He had walked into somebody’s front door who was not aware there was a film being shot on their property. Clearly this man had sacrificed enough for our little cause.

    So I had to think of something excruciatingly fast. I thought of looking for another hill just like the one in our dashing sequence. Not a hill in sight. I thought of using footage we already had. Nothing sprang to mind. So, with about five good minutes of light left on our last day of shooting, I threw down the camera in the grass, we framed our actor up, and we shot him disappearing into the blades of grass. The sky above him fanned out an array of grays and blues, and in the distance a pale pink. It was marvelous. It was the most fun I have had on this entire project.

    This project, as I’m sure you may have guessed from my last blog, was not all that fun for me. I had surrendered to panic. I was fondled by defeat. I was sodomized by sullenness (sorry, too subtle?). Here all these people were giving their weekends, even their weekdays to this project. And all I wanted to do was wriggle myself out of the responsibility of any of it.

    But then we got that shot. That one that made me feel all funny inside, like the first time you french kiss (am I doing this right? Is this wrong? Is this one of the Ten Commandments?). That shot that made me feel like a pro. Like an old pro. Like maybe I’m not meant solely for great disasters.

    What exactly I’m going to do with this newfound self-respect is anyone’s guess. Who am I kidding. Most likely, I’ll go back to the old ways. My comfort zone. To feeling like I should just stick with acting and wait for the SAG checks to float down from on high. Not to mention, I DO still have to edit this thing. To sift through all the mistakes. The soft focus. The weak lighting. The aspirations that fell a tad short.

    But until then… giddy euphoria.

    Ignorance, afterall, is bliss.

    -Sam Jaeger

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  • Interview: Tom Kenny

    -by Ken Plume

    kenny-01.jpgBe it under a rock or deep in a cave upon the highest peak, you must have been living there if the Spongebob Squarepants phenomenon has passed you by. If you’ve been around any child below the age of 15, they can probably tell you exactly who Bikini Bottom’s most famous animated invertebrate is – and, chances are, there are some hip adults that will also clue you in, being fans themselves (I’m looking at you, Fred Hembeck).

    As the voice of the krabby patty flipping squarepants enthusiast, Tom Kenny has brought to life a cultural icon the world over… And he’s a nice guy, to boot. In fact, if you’re not aware of the scads of voice work he’s done over the years (including the mayor and narrator of The Powerpuff Girls), then you probably know him from his on-camera work in the legendary Mr. Show with Bob & David (alongside his equally talented wife Jill Talley).

    kenny-03.jpgHe’s also crafted (with Andy Paley) a toe-tapping album starring Spongebob and friends titled The Best Day Ever – a glorious piece of pop informed by his idols, including the likes of The Beach Boys and The Who (in fact, Brian Wilson is a guest artist on the album).

    Also, be sure to take in Nickelodeon’s “Best Day Ever” Marathon this Thursday, November 11th, at 8pm EST.
    And now, we pick up our conversation with Mr. Kenny, which took place in the wake of a few slight scheduling snafus…

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    TOM KENNY: I don’t know what happened… He said 4:30 yesterday, and I said, “Oh that’s great, I’m in between things and perfect and I’ve got his number…” It was just one of those things where, you know, your phone starts ringing and you’re mailing stuff out, and I didn’t even realize I blew it until this morning as I was making my kids’ lunches. I’m like, “God, I hope this Ken Plume guy isn’t going, ‘I bet if I was USA Today he’d call me back!’ ”

    KEN PLUME: No, you don’t get this from Billy West.

    KENNY: Yeah, right – Billy West calls back. He knows. Stimpy knows how to use the phone.

    KEN PLUME: Billy will take you out to dinner. Send flowers, even.

    KENNY: Where are you?

    KEN PLUME: I’m in North Carolina, on the coast.

    KENNY: Oh, nice.

    KEN PLUME: Nice except for hurricane season.

    KENNY: Yes, exactly. It’s so funny… I’m so ignorant of the whole internet culture and stuff like that. Is this something that you tape for an iPod broadcast?

    KEN PLUME: No, this’ll be transcribed.

    KENNY: I even call it an iPod broadcast. I’m like a guy who’s 110 years old. “All these newfangled iPod broadcasts…”

    KEN PLUME: And compact records…

    KENNY: Compact records! Yeah, I’m super old. I’m going out to dinner with Brian Wilson tonight, which should be a very whacky experience. I’ve never really talked to him except the day we spent on the Spongebob album.

    KEN PLUME: Let me tell you, the album’s great.

    KENNY: Oh, thank you. Music freaks like it. People who pore over liner notes.

    KEN PLUME: I’m one of the few people who “got” the in-jokes in the Paul Decca story short film you were involved in.

    KENNY: Oh, that’s great! Cool. Yeah, it was really fun. But yeah, I haven’t talked to Brian since… it’s not like he’s a friend of mine. I don’t really know him or anything, except doing this one session with him. But he called me yesterday, and I thought it was somebody pranking me. I just got this message, (Brian Wilson impression) “Tom, it’s Brian Wilson. I want to go out to dinner with you. Tomorrow. 6:45. Vibrato café.” Click. So I’m like, wow, whoever that is does a not bad Brian Wilson.

    KEN PLUME: Yeah, “Damn you Billy West and your practical jokes.”

    KENNY: Yeah, well, you know – that’s the problem when you’re friends of voiceover people. It could be Jeremy Irons calling me or it could be Jeff Bennett.

    KEN PLUME: Someone should actually compile all the voiceover jokes that people have played.

    KENNY: Yeah, and voiceover people are sort of on the lookout for them, but you can really… like one of the VO guys does a dead-on Simon Cowell from Idol, and my wife’s sister is an American Idol fanatic, and we had “Simon Cowell” leave a message on her machine, and she went nuts. At what point do I say this is all a cruel prank? Or should I let her go to her grave… it’s not like she’s ever gonna really meet Simon Cowell and compare notes. Maybe I should just let it go.

    KEN PLUME: You say that, but there’s gonna be this odd little meeting at a grocery store one day.

    KENNY: “Excuse, me, I almost bumped into you, didn’t I? I called you? No I didn’t.”

    KEN PLUME: “I never called you, woman.”

    KENNY: “I’m not in the habit of leaving messages on total stranger’s machines, especially suburban house fraus such as yourself.”

    KEN PLUME: Then you get an awkward phone call from her and it’s all over. That’s how families are torn apart.

    KENNY: Exactly. Suddenly it’s like when Ralph told his old friend that he was president of the Gotham Bus Company, and then the guy actually showed up. Suddenly you’re in a Honeymooners plot.

    KEN PLUME: It all eventually winds up in a Honeymooners plot anyway, no matter what you do.

    KENNY: Exactly. There’s only 38 ways your life can go.

    KEN PLUME: Speaking of which, congratulations on the continued longevity of Spongebob.

    KENNY: Thanks. Just for that, I’m sending you a gift basket full of 100-year-old champagne.

    KEN PLUME: Oh… no need for that. 50-year-old will be fine.

    KENNY: Yeah, it’s fun. I think it would be different if it was a live action show or something. I’d probably be maybe tiring of it a little bit, but with animation you do it once a week.

    KEN PLUME: It seems that the longer you go, that they’re giving you more and more flexibility…

    KENNY: Yeah. You mean within the sessions? The sessions are always kinda fun and loose and everybody’s there. They’re full cast. So you know, they’re kinda fun, freewheeling kind of affairs.

    KEN PLUME: And then you do stuff like the album…

    KENNY: Yeah, well, that was fun because I love the characters so much and I wanted to write something for them. And, you know, schedule-wise, it would be kinda hard for me to do any kind of regular writing on any kinda basis on the show. Or even, you know, I guess I could write kids chapter books or something, I could maybe pitch some of that idea… they’ll let me write one or two of those. I felt like I knew the characters and really liked the characters and kinda had this proprietary sense about the characters. I think Steve (Hillenburg, creator of Spongebob) has done such a good job of establishing who they are and what they’re about, that they’re fun to write for. There’s already people writing the show and there’s already people writing the chapter books for kids or whatever, and the one area that it seemed hadn’t really been mined was the CD area. There had been a couple of CDs where they just pulled…

    KEN PLUME: Stuff from the show…

    KENNY: … clips off, little snippets of songs off a show, off of episodes or whatever. But I kinda wanted to do something a little more ambitious, and something that involved original material, not just stuff that was intended for one medium just kinda being slapped onto a different audio-only medium. It seems like none of the songs that were on those other CDs were really ever intended to live as songs, to stand alone as songs that are structured like a song and have the length of a song, and have…

    KEN PLUME: A cohesiveness…

    KENNY: Good playing… you know, like really good playing. For one thing, there’s no time. Like, when we do music on the show – Eban Schletter, the music guy, is super talented, and I worked on Mr. Show with him too. He did all the music on Mr. Show. He’s scary talented, but just the budget and the fast turnaround of TV animation being what it is, the composer winds up making a backing track, and everything winds up kinda being a synthesizer. Like, all the horns and everything – especially the harder instruments – are usually samples on a keyboard, even though it sounds like a trumpet or whatever. I kinda wanted to do something a little more handmade and a little more handcrafted with the record, so nothing on the record is a fake or a sample. All the horns are real, all the harps are real, the theremin’s real.

    KEN PLUME: It definitely shines through on the album. It has a warmth and an energy that unfortunately is too often missing from even a lot of studio albums from well-known bands.

    KENNY: Yeah, especially for kids, you know? I’ve got kids, so I listen to a fair amount of kids’ music just driving around in the station wagon or whatever. And yeah, a lot of it seems kinda phoned in or… not all of it, but some of it seems kinda lazy, almost like, “Ah, it’s just a kids’ album. Do we really need to get a real violinist for a kids album? Do we really need to find a theremin player? There’s only like 10 guys who play theremin in the world. Do we really need that?” And I don’t know, maybe it is weird… like, maybe in terms of a business plan it’s not the smartest thing to do, but that really wasn’t what this record was about. It was really just about wanting to do something fun with Spongebob that hadn’t been done before, and Spongebob has been so merchandised that it’s hard to find any product that hasn’t been done with him already. So I really wanted to do this before somebody else got to it, and had the idea, because I knew they wouldn’t have the same obsessive passion that Andy Paley and I did. But yeah, thanks for saying that about the warmth. I think it really does come out. You know what I mean? I think you can hear… even if it’s only kinda subconscious and subliminal, I think… I don’t know, I think on some subatomic level you can tell when it’s a real drum. No matter how good the sample sounds. You can tell when it’s a real guy bashing away behind a set of drums. It just has a sweat to it and an energy to it that even the most convincing sample can’t.

    KEN PLUME: Well, the thing that really gets me in modern recordings – there are two things in a recording that tip it off, it’s not so much the drums, but I personally can’t stand electric piano.

    KENNY: I’m so with you! I’m so with you on that! I hate going to see a band, especially if it’s roots music like a blues or jazz guy, something that’s organic and rootsy, and as soon as I see an electric piano, I always get a little let down.

    KEN PLUME: There’s such a metallic sound to it.

    KENNY: I so agree, and conversely when I go to see a show, and I see a real piano on stage, I just get happy. And I know how hard it is to move a real piano around, so it’s like, I applaud the extra effort of anybody who actually goes to the pain in the ass of transporting a real piano around. I’m so with you on the electric piano. I’m so with you.

    KEN PLUME: I just hate when someone hides the electric piano in, like, a grand piano case.

    KENNY: That’s hilarious! I know!

    KEN PLUME: And I’m not gonna name names, but I was just listening to Elton John’s new album…

    KENNY: Ah-hah! You mean the red piano’s a synthesizer?

    KEN PLUME: His grand pianos are all synthesizers. They’re all Yamahas.

    KENNY: He must have a lucrative sponsorship deal. That’s funny, they just take like the shell of a piano and just stick some crappy little…

    KEN PLUME: Yeah, stick an electric board in it. And who are you fooling?

    KENNY: That is so funny. Well, Elton has a very keen sense of style. I’m sure he realizes that a real piano looks cooler on stage.

    KEN PLUME: Yes, otherwise it’s just a lounge act.

    KENNY: Yeah, you don’t want to go and see Jerry Lee Lewis and he’s banging on a little electric keyboard. It just bums you out.

    KEN PLUME: Kicking out the little two inch wide stand on either side.

    KENNY: (laughing) Yeah! So we did that, which is kind of like a hard way to do it, and maybe harder than it needed to be. You know, the same thing with, like – we decided to make an album that works best if you listen to it in order, like an album. Which really is not really a contemporary way that anyone listens to music. Like, I’m gonna start with track one and listen to all 24 tracks. We tried to make it like a jigsaw puzzle, so that even in the random shuffle world the stuff still stands by itself. And even the comedy bits, when they’re leading into a specific song, at least the comedy bit has a joke in it that lets it stand by itself.

    KEN PLUME: What I think was great about it, and I had sort of a cheat sheet since I knew what a huge music fan you were as I was listening to the album – albums, as you said, aren’t constructed like that anymore, as a cohesive whole. People are looking for the single or just throwing in, “Oh, these are the cuts I had done in time for release…”

    KENNY: Well, and I think that’s just the way people listen to music now. They buy a song for 99 cents here and a song for 99 cents there, and they kinda program their own… it’s almost back to being a singles world, which in some ways I kinda like. Nickelodeon, and especially Steve Hillenburg, were so magnanimous and non-interfering about letting us do this… I pitched him this record and they gave us a budget and they didn’t really bug us. They didn’t really ask for any editorial input, really. It was pretty great. I felt really lucky that here you’re given the keys to this Spongebob car, and it’s like, this really powerful lucrative brand, and even though it’s this huge international trademark or whatever, I feel like they let us make a really idiosyncratic, like oddball album that let us tip our hats to a lot of things that we’re really obsessive about, or really grateful for, or into. Like old school rock ‘n’ roll radio when deejays mattered and the radio personality was kind of the tastemaker instead of just somebody that was following up a chart, a playlist. And albums, cool concept albums like Who Sell Out and Pet Sounds and Tommy and stuff like that. I love those records where you’re kinda listening to them all the way through, and…

    KEN PLUME: You actually sit down for an experience with an album…

    KENNY: Yeah, and it’s not even like… I mean, a record’s 50 minutes long, I don’t know if anybody… maybe people will go back to it, like a movie. “Oh, here’s the scene I left off at.” But it also works on shuffle too, which we kinda constructed it jigsaw puzzle-wise to be like that. The stuff we wanted to give a nod to was stuff like Smile and Pet Sounds, and especially Who Sell Out, with our fake radio commercials and things like that. The LA Times compared it to the Roger Waters record Radio Chaos, which I had never heard. But I guess it’s about some evil radio station that wants to take over the world. I’m not much of a Pink Floyd guy, but I thought that was a funny connection that the LA Times guy made.

    KEN PLUME: When are you doing the Spongey Horror Picture Show?

    KENNY: (laughing) That would be awesome. I’d love to. We want to do a Christmas album. Andy and I are already writing songs for a Christmas album that nobody’s told us we could do yet.

  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 11/6/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • Watch the first 6 minutes of Tenacious D: The Pick of Destiny. (Thingamabob)
    • Hey, remember when Letterman was funny and surprising? I do. It looked like this… (Thingamabob)
    • It’s the Funtastic World of Hanna-Barbera! (Thingamabob)
    • More Sesame Street goodness. The golden an… (Thingamabob)

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  • Party Favors: Hodgman’s Peace Chalk

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    CHARLOTTESVILLE, VA – ESPN has finally aired a real sport and I was part of it.

    Thanks to my good friend Norm Chad having to attend a Tilt fan convention in Butte, Montana, the Sports Leader called me to be the color announcer for The Fifteen Annual Ookie Cookie Invitational.  This was my first entry into the world of high stakes professional action. Most of my career involved calling it as I saw it with a pack of amateurs in the back of a certain fast food restaurant as they added a little something special to the mayonnaise jar. But now the sport has moved up to the Zsa Zsa Arena at the Palms Hotel in Vegas. The Maloof brothers treated me, a distant relative, like a brother – the brother who didn’t have a grandfather smart enough to get in the beer business. They didn’t even mind when I kept quoting Killing of a Chinese Bookie to the pit bosses.

    This was a transition year as the original sponsor, Keebler’s Town House crackers, was replaced by Nabisco’s Sociables. I didn’t mind the swap since the new cracker does describe the competition. It’s about being sociable even though it is heavily competitive. Ritz Top ‘Ems crackers were in the running, but lost out when Andy Griffith refused to give out the “Flock Cup” to the 2006 Champ. I wanted to pay tribute to Andy during the “winning” moment by saying, “Everything tastes better when it sits on a Ritz.” Damn it. I had already envisioned it as a viral video on Youtube.

    Norm was amazing setting me up for the role. He told the bigwigs at ESPN that Ookie Cookie demands a true jerk off behind the microphone. Plus Gabe Kaplan passed since he had an Old Maid tourney in Reno. The ESPN suits were amazed at how I could say the word “strokin’” with so many infections. They were howling when I said, “Someone’s gonna lose an eye on that pop.” Plus they used my slogan, “The only difference between winners and losers is a matter of taste” on all the promos. Norm said it was going to be as big as his “they call him the Matador for the way he lures the young bulls into the ring” line. The suits promised me a guest host gig on PTI when the Cubs win the World Series.

    Because of a non-disclosure agreement, I can’t tell you who won or repeat my witty commentary. Also I can’t tell any private interaction of what it’s like working with crack announcer Jerry Langerhold. He taught me a lot about the importance of a good back wax. And tips on how to tell if your hooker is pre-op. Although it was funny when one of the contestants arrived as Ernie with his own set of Keebler elves. Because of the sponsor change, they had to swap out their outfits. Luckily their back up uniforms were fireman outfits. The fans loved the Hose Squad.

    So stay tuned to ESPN for the Ookie Cookie action this month. We’re airing after Dominos, Cross Country Lawn Darts and Synchronized Mulching.

    I WON’T HURT HODGMAN

    If John Hodgman comes to your local bookstore to sign copies of The Areas of My Expertise, show up early and prepare to be marveled. He’s hilarious even when he’s reading out of the book. He makes the hobo historical tales come alive. He’s better than most comedy shows and doesn’t force you to take a two drink minimum. He involves the audience in his show so don’t be shy. And if you bring children, be warned that he does use a little blue language. Although with his expert tone, it sounds less dirty and more like a Canadian reading a Penthouse Forum letter.

    We spoke after the reading and discovered that he too was a childhood fan of The Creature Double Feature on channel 56 in Boston. Because of his recent fame playing “The P.C.” in the Apple ads, I asked about the legendary Timex-Sinclair. He laughed because he’d been thinking about the home computer that had barely enough memory to hold a recipe. Neither of us knew how many Timex-Sinclairs you’d have to hook up to get the power of a Mac G5. (The Timex-Sinclair had 2 KB of RAM.) We discussed his chapter on “How to Win a Fight” that dealt with attack ads. I mentioned my recent spat with Yahoo (the website that’s #1 amongst people that will destroy your family values) and how after it hit the web, Yahoo took a 10 percent stock dive. Coincidence? I think now. Hodgman signed my copy of his book, “Please don’t destroy me on the internet.” I agreed to the terms after he gave me a piece of hobo chalk. It’s nice to know that John Hodgman and myself have signed a non-destructive pact. And I won’t use his hobo chalk to damage his reputation.

    Even though I’m a lifelong Mac user, I don’t mind considering John Hodgman as a PC pal. Hodgman is now on my list of “Five People I’d Take for Dinner to the French Laundry if The Food Channel Foots the Bill.” Sorry to bump you off the list, Liza.

    THE HOSTEL DETECTIVE

    I’m hooked on Showtime’s Dexter. Fellow Raleighite Michael C. Hall has proven that the best way to not be stereotyped as the gay funeral home director from Six Feet Under is to play a non-sexual serial killer working for the Miami police as their blood splatter expert.

    Dexter is a unique character that would never make it on network TV. The NBC executives would change him so that instead of being a serial killer, he’d collect spoons from his travels across the country. Thankfully in the world of pay cable, he can be cold blooded as he tries to practice selective killing to feed his blood lust. It reminds me of the under appreciated John Landis’ flick Innocent Blood. If you enjoy seeing Sopranos cast members before they met Tony, get the DVD of Blood.

    Dexter and his unflinching night and day jobs make the show extra addictive. You may even catch yourself playing a game of solving the homicide case while picking Dexter’s next victim. The show has a great balance of dry humor with wicked violence. It’s great that Showtime is willing to produce shows with edgy subjects instead of flooding us with shows about showbiz people.

    I’m not going to compare the programming on Showtime vs. HBO. Since HBO has The Wire going on right now, it’s a dead tie in quality. But between Dexter, Sleeper Cell and Weeds (that features my fellow North Carolina School of the Arts alumni Mary Louise Parker), Showtime is putting on programs that make me forget about watching network TV. Hopefully this season of L Word remembers that some of us tune in to see a little less grieving and a lot more getting it on between the cast. More Mia Kirshner with less headcase action and more lip locking with Carmen.

    Once again congratulations to Michael C. Hall who will now have old women ask him if he’s the guy who kills people instead works at the funeral home.

    TRIVIA ABOUT ME

    Did you know like myself another Raleigh resident that went on to study at the North Carolina School of the Arts is Randy Jones, the cowboy from the Village People? Do you know what it’s like to live in the shadow of the cowboy? Such a burden I don’t wish on my children.

    COLLEGE FOOTBALL UPDATE

    During my visit to the University of Virginia to see the Cavs play NC State, I was amazed to discover their new basketball arena is named after John Paul Jones. How sweet it is to know that the bassist of Led Zeppelin is finally getting his due after getting screwed out of the Plant-Page reunion. Also they had a building on campus named after The Gooch from Differ’nt Strokes. I was hoping to find out if the student health services was named after Juan Epstein’s Mother.

    During the halftime show, the marching band played the themes to various ESPN shows. What the hell? Although they did impress me when halfway through they busted into “Kung Fu Fighting.” The flag girls dropped their poles and started to bust each other up.

    You know your football team is having a bad season when the cheerleaders most popular chant is “Don’t! Suck!” And why is it that no matter where you sit in the stadium, your view will always be blocked by a dork with a cowbell? It’s the same way that at a fetish night event how no matter how empty the dungeon is, there will always be a tourist blocking your view of the St. Andrew’s cross action.

    CHANGE YOUR STYLE

    I’m watching Howard TV and wondering why Savannah Samson looks like a Brooke Hogan impersonator.  I’d consider getting his pay per view channel except they showed that Richard guy yanking down his shorts.

    LONG DISTANCE BURGERS

    Wendy’s is now setting up their drive thru lanes so you’re now speaking to someone in a remote call center that emails your order to the grill. Let me get this right, I can barely hear a dork less than 20 feet inside the restaurant. Now we have to worry about a person in a call center on the other coast screwing up my fries? And just wait till they outsource this to India. You want curry on that apple pie? The nice thought is that it allows the workers at Wendy’s to spend less time dealing with a customer and more time chatting amongst themselves.

    FOX BACK IN THE BOX

    Enough with taking the Fox pregame show on the road. The two weeks they were back in a Hollywood studio was better than their lame locations. Do I really need to see morons screaming and waving signs for an hour? And wasn’t it nice to have Jillian Barberie giving us the weather and Terry the business? What’s the point of Joe Buck hosting the show when they didn’t struggle without him? Keep him in the booth, Fox.

    A good pre-game show deals with three things: Who is injured, what’s the weather and who talked trash to the press. I don’t need human interest. And ones with weather girls wearing heels as they waltz around the map get my attention first.

    MALIBU HOLD UP

    According to a guy named Cliff at BCI, they are striking a new transfer of Malibu High which is why the Starlite Drive-In Theater DVD with it and The Virgin Queen of St. Francis High has been delayed. They’ve done a better job at Rhino when it came to restoring these Crown International titles to their late night glory so I’ll be patient.

    There’s still no real answer why Classic Media has decided to delay the general release of Godzilla Raids Again and Godzilla Vs. Mothra. They’re still offering it on their exclusive website, but not priced as cheap as Deepdiscountdvd had ’em. I was so hoping to have these titles for my tribute to WOR’s King Kong-Godzilla Turkey Day Monster Mash.

    Speaking of Crown International, the trailer for Grindhouse is a tribute to films those guys put out over the decades. I’m already thinking about Grindhouse 2. The follow up needs to contain the greatest of grindhouse genres – hot chicks in jail! Maybe a film about a young girl going cross country. While on a bus layover, she gets into trouble with a local and gets sent off to a redneck work camp. Of course the work done at the camp is making moonshine, mixing up meth, mud wrestling and white slavery. Lot of sweat and BBQ sauce pouring off the screen. Can you sense the numerous shower scenes? QT, call my agent, Lenny Cripes. He’ll arrange the movie magic. The young girl in jail must be played by the Princess Diaries gal. She’s look extra pretty in the hothouse.

    TWICE THE VICE

    Rejoice for word has leaked out that after the devastating lameness that was the Miami Vice movie, Universal is putting out seasons three and four of the show. In March we shall be getting almost all the remaining pastel goodness. They better not tease us by keeping the final season in the vault beyond Christmas 2007. The saga must be available unbutchered by the syndication cleaver. The kids need to experience the magic of Philip Michael Thomas. And when’s his performance in Death Drug coming to DVD? Philip Michael Thomas should be the next 80s icon revived like Mr. T. Thank goodness Jamie Foxx didn’t steal his legacy.

    GREEN ACRES

    It’s time to throw more praise at chef Daniel Taylor at Raleigh’s Underground. He has made me a fan of collard greens. Twice now I’ve cleaned my plate of the leafy veggie that’s a southern treat. As a child growing up in all you can eat BBQ joints, collared were more of a dare than food. But now I’m a fan of them if Taylor mixes them up in his cream sauces or bacon broth. Mmmmmm.

  • Nocturnal Admissions: Book Review, Spy: The Funny Years

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    I was reading the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly the other day and came to the week’s marriages, deals, and obits page called Monitor. Nicole Ritchie was dubbed “diminutive socialite”; affixed to the name of Snoop Dog was the prefix “serial airport nuisance.” This was straight, strict Spy magazine, circa 1988.

    Spy is arguably the most influential magazine published in the second half of the 20th century. It’s 112 issues from 1986 to 1990, with only the first 81 considered to be part of the funny years were at the cutting edge of national magazine writing style, visual design, and aggressive A Spy listeditorial positions that made all other papers seem pallid by comparison and which made a mockery of unhip journalists at other publications who were prone to using fakely hip phrases such as “cutting edge.” It was a sad day in January of 1998 when the then new owners of Spy announced that the magazine was shutting down.

    But those mournful readers weren’t going to miss Spy. It proceeded to pop up, as a tone, as a visual style, everywhere, in the New York Observer, then EW, then Vanity Fair, not to mention the Internet itself, from Gawker to The Smoking Gun, but which at its worst excesses has adopted the crudity of Spy‘s snark without its elegance.
    I will admit to being obsessed with Spy during its lifetime. At the “alternative” newsweekly I worked at for a time I attempted to introduce Spy like elements (but so did others, which usually constituted embarrassing public record filings, a speciality of Spy). Though I loved stories such as the underground excursion into Bohemian Grove, and the media columns on Hollywood and the New York Times, my main focus was on The Spy List, its monthly blind item gossip column in the form of a puzzle. Often they were rather easy to figure, usually thanks to a fictional character whose well-known feature or action who provided the clue that defined the group into which all of the names were corralled, but not being in Manhattan some of them were at first baffling. Then when you finally pieced it together, the palpable, physical sense of satori was exquisite, orgasmic. Indeed, I became so obsessed with the Spy list that I first collected them into collated photocopied pages that I carried around with me to ponder over with friends in bars, and then second, even went so far as to try and write some of my own and submit them to the magazine. I reached the apotheosis of this obsession when, after mailing in my submissions, I actually got a call from someone at Spy. I don’t remember his name, and I am guessing that he was an intern, but on behalf of Spy he actually showed an interest in a couple of my Lists. I should have packed up and instantly moved to New York, but it is a good thing I didn’t, for shortly thereafter Spy was sold, and soon the Spy List was no longer a feature under the new regime. Still, I was about to ferret out a crucial bit of information from the caller. There was one lone Spy list that I was never able to figure out. I said, “Say, while I’ve got you on the telephone, let me ask you this. There is one list I’ve never been able to crack.” I read the first few items on the list. Spy‘s owners will be proud to know that the man did not really crack. He wouldn’t say explicitly what the list was about (and indeed the new book also maintains that the Spy list was an utterly random collection of names), but since I had gone to a lot of trouble on the magazine’s behalf, he must have taken pity on me and said, “Huh, well, it sounds like it’s probably a bunch of stuff in somebody’s office.” I put down the ‘phone and hauled out my list anthology. The intern-editor’s statement was all I need; the solution to the puzzle screamed in my face. I shall leave it to the reader to suss out what list I may have been talking about.
    Spy book coverThough I could easily pull down and flip through my near complete collection of the magazine, it is still a delight to relive those days thanks to the publication of Spy: The Funny Years (Miramax Books, 304 pages, $39.95, ISBN 1 401 35239 1), a history of the magazine by its early insiders.

    As one of my fellow Spy lovers complained, the only thing missing from the book is a disc or two with all 112 issues on it, akin to the complete run of The New Yorker you can buy for a hundred-plus dollars, but otherwise it takes you behind the scenes at what must have been the most exciting place to work in New York in the 1980s. I could have used a more organized approach to the anthology components of the book but I was grateful for the history tour. In fact, I may be the perfect reader for this book, as I could annotated it as I read along by pulling out of my files media mentioned in passing that measured Spy‘s impact. When primary author George Kalogerakis mentions that New York magazine launched an attack article, I was able to re-read it quickly. When he mentions that the Wall Street Journal ran a front page article bemoaning the cruelty of the magazine, I could pull it out of the same folder and enhance my reading pleasure.

    Kalogerakis, with the help of co-founders Kurt Andersen and E. Graydon Carter through the agency of occasional footnotes, walks us through the history of the magazine as seen up close and personal. He paints the times that Spy was about to change, he tracks the influences Time-ese, Mencken, Private Eye), and in the most interesting chapter, to me anyway, describes the editorial process. What distinguished Spy was the fact that from its cover to its occasional index it came at you like a collective force. It had a house style, and was probably the most edited paper on the news rack. Though Kalogerakis reports some writers being at first angry at the editorial interference, they also ended up being embarrassed that they hadn’t written the story that good in the first place.

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    The greatest thing that Kalogerakis did in his youthful exuberance was keep a diary of his time at Spy, and it is a pity that he does not quote from it more extensively, though it is probably not publishable in the way that, say, a Saturday Night Live diary couldn’t be. His snapshots of the behind the scenes interplay, hijinks, and in general congenial atmosphere of creativity and risk-taking. I await eagerly a true successor to that most marvelous magazine.

  • Spook’d #102: Extreme Lair Makeover – Walk-Through of Doom

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  • 10 Quick Questions: Borat

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    by Christopher Stipp

    I wish those of you who are going to see BORAT this weekend, and are excited to be doing so after being seduced by the slew of advertisements that assaulted network television in the past weeks, could be doing so without knowing anything about this movie.

    borat-01.jpgIf you saw this movie cold like I did, only having a general idea of the film but willing to stampede my fellow nerd cohorts to be at the screening at the San Diego Comic-Con almost 4 months ago, then I could honestly state that this movie would’ve clocked you like a sucker punch. As it stands, however, a lot of you are a warmed to the notion of what you’re getting into and the kind of material that’s present in the flick itself; I am woefully disappointed, as well, that many outlets deemed it fine to release images of The Running of The Jew, thereby spoiling the visual hilarity. That’s alright, though, as this movie still manages to raze any glass temples of those comedies you thought were the paragons of film humor. BORAT demolishes your crap taste in what you believed was funny and happily replaces it with the catchphrases you’ll be mouthing for weeks to come. Lord knows my 3-year old daughter loves to say “Hiiiigh-Fiiiive” and “Thaaaat’s Niccceee…” in a way that only a geek dad like me could be proud of.

    That said, I am happy that after contacting Fox Online Publicity regarding really getting behind this film and doing everything I could in order to be a preacher for the religion that is BORAT finally was answered. Today. This morning. I knew if I just stayed with it, if I just showed how much of a fan I was for this crazy Kazakh after only one viewing, if I only mentioned that I could’ve pimped this film every week from July to November, that good things would come of it. I am glad at what I am now able to present to you.

    No interview means more to me right now than being able to give the masses, the teeming thousands of you, an EXCLUSIVE look into the world of BORAT and get answers to a very special edition of “10 Quick Questions With…” to Quick Stop Entertainment. Ladies, gentlemen and everything else in-between, I present: Borat.

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    KEN PLUME: Do you have any comment at all about Bruno, an individual who has just scored a 42 million dollar paycheck from Universal, is going to be developing a movie based on a show that looks suspiciously close to what you do?

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    KEN PLUME: And, a follow-up, how do you feel about Austrians in general?

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    KEN PLUME: Your English is remarkably polished for a man that comes from a country where formal education doesn’t seem to be a priority. How did you get a grip on the basic Anglo particulars of the world outside of a totalitarian regime?

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    KEN PLUME: Some people have leveled some pretty serious allegations that your quest across America has shown a lot of your subjects to be poor representations of Americans in general and that you purposely selected targets to get the greatest comedic reaction. How do respond to that?

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    KEN PLUME: Looking at the movie now what do you think is the starkest realization you can make about what this film represents?

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    KEN PLUME: What was like trying to convince Larry Charles to go along with you on this journey of yours and was there any hesitation on his part to get involved in this production?

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    KEN PLUME: What kind of frustrations did you have to overcome in order to be able shoot the kind of film you wanted with the money you had and was there any give-and-take with managing your needs with the needs of the studio?

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    KEN PLUME: Why do you think people, even I, are having a visceral reaction to this film’s material in general?

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    KEN PLUME: I am amazed by the groundswell of interest this movie has garnered as the film’s release date has come closer but do you think that your job, as an artist, is to simply reflect what you see or was there a germ in your mind about what you suspected you’d find when you plotted this film’s progression from pre-production to post?

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    KEN PLUME: Kazakhstan is situated right above Uzbekistan, the site for one of the bloodiest anti-government protests in Central Asia, hundreds of innocent people literally mowed down by government forces as the nation’s dictator, Islam Karimov, gave the directive to do so. Uzbekistan is enjoying the benefits of working with the United States by allowing detainees to be “interrogated” and “questioned,” and no doubt tortured, on Uzbek soil. Do you think Kazakhstan has the huevos to step up, do what’s right, one-up those Uzbekian lightweights and show them what oppression really means?

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  • Ken P. D. Snyde-Cast #20: Pachinko Fever

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    Adult Swim’s Dana Snyder and FRED’s Ken Plume set out to have a literate conversation between two pals, but inevitably devolve into a verbal, and funny, free-for-all full of bickering, infighting, and the special kind of male bonding that comes from conflict expressed through the podcast medium.

    Actor/comedian/raconteur Dana Snyder, you’re certainly aware, is Aqua Teen Hunger Force’s Master Shake, Squidbillies‘ Granny, Minoriteam’s Dr. Wang, and The Venture Bros.‘ Alchemist. Available for weddings and bar mitzvahs (bat availability pending), you can keep tabs on him via his website, www.eyeofthesnyder.com.

    Ken Plume is the editor-in-chief here at FRED. He is a friend of Dana’s, as well as his arch-nemesis.

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    KEN P.D. SNYDECAST #20: Pachinko Fever – [adult swim]’s Dana Snyder and Ken Plume’s weekly chat podcast returns with celebrations of their 20th podcast, talk of pachinko machines, and a surprise or two.

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  • Scrubs Blog: Jeff Marx Talks Musical Scrubs

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    VIDEO BLOG #64: “Jeff Marx Musical Interview” ““
    This week, we chat with Avenue Q‘s Jeff Marx about coming in and writing the music for the musical episode…

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  • Weekend Shopping Guide 11/3/06: Rock The Vote

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    The weekend’s here. You’ve just been paid, and it’s burning a hole in your pocket. What’s a pop culture geek to do? In hopes of steering you in the right direction to blow some of that hard-earned cash, it’s time for the Quick Stop Weekend Shopping Guide – your spotlight on the things you didn’t even know you wanted…

    After Shout! Factory’s wonderful treatment of the complete NBC Network 90 run of SCTV, I was disappointed to learn that what was originally intended as a complete release of the first season of the original syndicated run had instead morphed into a Best of the Early Years (Shout! Factory, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) set featuring 15 episodes from the second and third seasons. I hope that whatever issues prevented complete season releases eventually gets worked out, but until then, it’s nice to have anything from these seasons. The 3-disc set features 4 audio commentaries, a brand new interview with Andrea Martin, a featurette spotlighting the Old Firehall home of Toronto’s Second City, and a vintage news report on the explosive popularity of Bob & Doug McKenzie.

    As with any outsize personality whose very name has become a corporate identity, Walt Disney has become more myth than man. Lionized on one hand and demonized on the other, Neal Gabler’s massive Walt Disney: The Triumph of the American Imagination (Knopf, $35.00 SRP) is the even-handed, heavily researched biography that’s sorely been needed. If you want to know about the man and where the myth originated – plus get some long-standing myths refuted – this is the definitive story of the man behind the mouse.

    In the lead up to the 2000 election, South Park maestros Trey Parker & Matt Stone announced that they would be doing a Comedy Central sitcom based on whoever wound up winning in November. They developed shows based on both a Gore and a Bush outcome, but when the dust settled, the show we got was That’s My Bush (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$26.99 SRP). It’s depiction of a bumbling rube at the mercy of his advisors would eventually prove to be completely accurate, but the show itself – despite being a hilarious satire of both the administration and old school sitcoms – lasted just 8 episodes. The 2-disc set features the entire run, plus audio commentaries with the cast, Parker, and Stone.

    While the magician out front may be performing the tricks, it’s Jonathan Creek (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$34.98 SRP) who actually designs the tricks. As portrayed by comedian Alan Davies, he’s a shaggy, unassuming guy who toils in the background, a genius unknown by the public… At least until his identity is uncovered by a nosy investigative journalist (Caroline Quentin) who needs his help in solving a murder… And once you have one sleuthing adventure under your belt, why stop there? What follows is one of Britain’s most enjoyable mystery series, with equal parts drama and humor. The complete first series of Jonathan Creek features all 5 adventures, plus exclusive interviews, screen tests, and an audio commentary.

    Always on the lookout for a genuinely funny sitcom (which has increasingly become a rarity), I’m understandably a bit wary of any new show that comes down the pike – I’ve been burned far too many times. Everybody Loves Chris (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$50.99 SRP), though, was a pleasant surprise – well-written and an amazing cast, led by young Tyler James Williams as Chris. The series is loosely based on the Bed-Stuy childhood of Chris Rock, when his parents sent him to a largely white school outside of his neighborhood. What sets the series apart from most sitcoms – and in the same class as shows that have come to be called classics – is that its comedy is rooted in reality, and completely identifiable. I just hope it doesn’t rapidly deteriorate into the cartoonish buffoonery that scuttled the once-promising Malcolm in the Middle. For now, the first season of Chris is a gem, and a set well worth checking out. The 4-disc set features all 22 episodes, plus audio commentaries, deleted scenes, featurettes, audition tapes, bloopers, and more.

    Like the titular flying mammal, Meat Loaf has returned to the depths to set the monster loose in the third Bat Out Of Hell (Virgin, $18.98 SRP), which features a clutch of new Jim Steinman tunes, along with tracks from Diane Warren, Nikki Six, James Michael, Marti Frederiksen, and Desmond Child. While the tracks are full of the operatic bombast we’ve come to expect from Meat, the songs themselves don’t approach the modern classics found on the original Bat – which is not to denigrate what’s to be found here, but they certainly have quite a legacy to live up to. What is a revelation, though, is Meat’s vocals – in recent years, he’s allowed the theatrics of his singing to get too out of hand, to the point where he’d often sound like a parody of himself. In the new album, however, he’s pulled it back and is singing better than ever. Though he claims he’ll never do another album, I hope this reinvigorated Loaf will reconsider heading back into hell in the near future.

    The 6-disc BBC Atlas of the Natural World (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$99.98 SRP) is an amazing collection of nature documentaries exploring habitats from North America to the Antarctic. The documentaries featured include Land of the Eagle, Spirits of the Jaguar, Wild South America, and Life in the Freezer. All in all, it’s a spectacular journey around the globe – and it’s got plenty of penguins. Penguins rock.

    How do you possibly tackle a documentary about the legendary car customizer and 60’s icon Ed “Big Daddy” Roth? Well, you probably do it as a series of animated tales featuring the voices of people like John Goodman, Brain Wilson, The Smothers Brothers, Matt Groening, Tom Wolfe, and many more. That’s how. Tales of the Rat Fink (Shout! Factory, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP) is that film, and it’s packed with bonus features, including a rare interview with Roth, interviews, a deleted scene, and more.

    There’s nothing particularly artistic about the episodes featured in the second volume of the late 80’s Super Mario Bros. Super Show (Shout! Factory, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP), but so help me, I can’t help but like the animated Koopa-bashing adventures of those daring plumber-brothers Mario and Luigi (or their live action equivalents, particularly Captain Lou Albano as Mario). This 4-disc set features an additional 24 episodes, plus a fan featurette, a costume gallery, concept art galleries, and four bonus episodes.

    While it never achieved the critical acclaim of its siblings Cheers or Frasier, there’s a reason why Wings (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$38.99 SRP) ran as long as it did – it was a solid, enjoyable sitcom with a wonderful cast of characters and great actors to realize them. The 4-disc complete third season features all 22 episodes, but not a single bonus feature. Whither Tim Daly?

    It has been a long, slow slog to get the complete run released, but the fifth and final volume of Speed Racer (Lionsgate, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP) is finally available, featuring the last 8 episodes of the show. Who wants to bet the complete series set we should have gotten in the first place is just around the corner?

    It becomes increasingly difficult to differentiate the various seasons of the various incarnations of procedurals like CSI, but suffice it to say that the fourth season of CSI: Miami (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$64.99 SRP) features the continuing crime-solving adventures of David Caruso’s Horatio Caine and his crackerjack forensics team. The 7-disc set features all 25 episodes, plus audio commentaries on 6 episodes (“From the Grave,” “Prey,” “Felony Flight,” “Urban Hellraisers,” “Shattered,” and “Payback”) and a quartet of behind-the-scenes featurettes.

    Although he arguably made funnier films as a solo artist, the films that Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin made together during their white hot rise to superstardom are pleasant enough, as you’ll find if you partake of the 8 flicks collected in the Martin & Lewis Collection: Volume One (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$49.99 SRP). Those films include My Friend Irma, My Friend Irma Goes West, That’s My Boy, Sailor Beware, Jumping Jacks, The Stooge, Scared Stiff, and The Caddy. They’re largely excuses for Jerry to pratfall around and Dean to launch into song, but what more did you expect?

    The fromage runs as deep as the offshore death trap protected by the lifeguards under the aegis of Lt. Mitch Buchannon (David Hasslehoff), but there’s no doubt that there’s much to guiltily love about the loathsome stories abounding in the first two seasons of Baywatch (First Look, Not Rated, DVD-$34.99 SRP each). These are strictly bare-bones releases – with poor music clearances (not even the theme song!) and some missing episodes due to rights issues – but for so cheap a price, I’m sure many of the show’s fans will still snap them up.

    It certainly wasn’t highbrow theological fare, but compared to the new version, the original Omen was a classic. Maybe it’s because this slightly rejiggered Omen (Fox, Rated R, DVD-$29.99 SRP) feels far too slick when compared to the atmospheric 70’s take on the little boy antichrist. And I don’t buy Julia Stiles as a mother, either – even if it is the mother of evil incarnate. Bonus features include an audio commentary, extended scenes, and behind-the-scenes featurettes.

    If you need a Spongebob fix until the next season set comes out (and you can’t get “Best Day Ever” out of your head), pick up the latest 7-episode collection – Spongebob Squarepants: Whale of a Birthday (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$16.99 SRP). There. Now stop jonesin’ already.

    It’s not until you see a documentary like The Making Of Miss Saigon (A&E, Not Rated, DVD-$24.95 SRP) that you realize just how delicate – and fragile – putting together a successful Broadway show can be. Is the book good? How about the songs? And can you find a lead actress able to pull them off? That was the challenge faced by producer Cameron Mackintosh here, and it took auditions around the world before they finally found star Lea Salonga.

    It’s been unavailable for a few years, but the 2-disc special edition of Die Hard (Fox, Rated R, DVD-$26.98 SRP) is back on shelves and a must-have presentation of a great action flick. Bonus materials include an audio commentary, deleted & extended scenes, newscasts, and more.

    If it weren’t for the presence of Jennifer Love Hewitt, I probably wouldn’t have given Ghost Whisperer (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$72.99 SRP) another glance, seeing as how bored I am with the entire touchy feely “touched by the paranormal” genre that seems so prevalent these days. But then there’s Love Hewitt, whose enthusiasm for even the thinnest of concepts tends to be infectious, so you could care less about how fuzzy-feeling her whole “I communicate with dead people and convey their messages to the living” schtick is. The 6-disc complete first season features all 22 episodes, plus audio commentaries, deleted scenes, featurettes, and a blooper reel.

    The Hitchhiker: Volume 3 (HBO, Not Rated, DVD-$34.98 SRP) features another 10 dark, terror-filled tales of the decidedly unhappy wanderer whose path you most certainly do not want to cross. Guest stars include Bill Paxton, Kelly Lynch, Michael Madsen, and Lauren Hutton.

    So there you have it… my humble suggestions for what to watch, listen to, play with, or waste money on this coming weekend. See ya next week…

  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 11/3/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • The second episode of Sucks Less, with Kevin Smith. (Thingamabob)
    • It was only a matter of time before someone put 50 marbles in a blender… (Thingamabob)
    • More Sesame Street goodness. One! One more clip! Ah ah ah ah… (Thingamabob)
    • Nathan Lane is Nathan Detroit… Keep an eye out for J. Jonah Jameson. (Thingamabob)

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  • The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 79 – Wild Thing

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    Anybody out there remember when Senator Bobby had a hit record?

    It was back in the earliest months of 1967 when the Senator’s version of the Troggs immortal “Wild Thing” inched its way up the charts. True, the quirky cover version peaked at the number twenty position and only spent four weeks in the Billboard Top Forty, but even with the limited exposure such middling sales insured, the combination of a faux Bobby Kennedy very awkwardly “singing” the lasciviously primitive rock anthem was more than enough to guarantee at least one sale – to ME!

    You’re all familiar with the now-famous Kennedy Boston accent, right? And you probably know most of the overly simplistic lyrics to “Wild Thing” too, I’m betting. Okay, then – take a moment and try combining the two in your head!

    Plain out and out hilarious, huh?

    Well, it is – ESPECIALLY if you’re a fourteen year old boy at the time!

    Man, I played that 45 over and over, and then over again, so much so that I knew every single vocal nuance and aside by heart!

    I just discovered that there’s a very short article posted over at the Time website, extracted from the magazine’s January 13, 1967 issue, one that deals with the record (here’s the link). To give you a slightly better idea of what I’m babbling about, allow me to quote them quoting some of the record’s lyrics:

    “Stand by,” the control room orders. “This is ‘Wild Thing,’ Take 72, Senator.” The music begins. “Bobby” comes on in the heavy-breathing opening stanzas with all the lustiness of a dried cod:

    Wild thing, you make my heart sing. You make everything groovy. Wild thing.

    “That’s perfect, Senator,” says the producer. “Lay it on them.” “All right,” the Senator tells his sidemen, “Teddy, on the ocarina, let’s go . . . Eunice, a little more tempo there.” Then Bobby is cued for the big sock finish. “Come on and hold me tight,” he begins laconically, but from the control room a voice interrupts: “A little more Boston soul, Senator.” Later, when he waxes too hot (“O come on, wild thing”), the producer cautions: “Not so ruthless, Senator.”

    Yeah, that used to break me up every time!

    And as a bonus – a big, BIG bonus – the flip side of this single featured the very same musical track, only “sung” by a Senator McKinley. This. y’see, was a parody of the long-time Illinois Senator (1950-1969), Everett McKinley Dirksen, an elderly, gravel-voiced politico whose flag-waving, spoken-word ditty. “Gallant Men”, was topping out at number 29 on the charts that very same month of January.

    (Need I mention that THAT was one slab of round vinyl I took a pass on? I thought not…)

    While not nearly as well known as the dulcet tones of a Kennedy, the growling impersonation effected by Senator McKinley – think a slightly less intelligible version of Soupy Sales pet canine, White Fang – was nearly as laugh-inducing as the record’s A side. At the time, I had no idea who was responsible for this two-sided gem, but thanks to the miracle of the Internet, I’ve since learned it was an actor named Bill Minkin (who later also apparently appeared in the film Taxi Driver, among a whole slew of other credits), working in conjunction with a comedy troupe called Hardly Worthit. The group released an entire LP of political yuks as well, and I imagine things were going along just swimmingly…

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    Then Bobby Kennedy was assassinated.

    That put the kibosh on any Senator Bobby follow-ups (I would’ve liked to have heard him take a go at “Light My Fire”…), but – in a strange and extremely weird twist – nonetheless helped lay the foundation for the oddest Top Ten record of all time…

    But first, a digression of sorts.

    Back in August, my long-time pal, Roger Green – along with his lovely wife and daughter – stopped by for their annual visit. Inasmuch as Rog and I are the same age, and knowing him to be a repository of pop music info, I eventually got around to asking him if he was at all familiar with Senator Bobby’s version of “Wild Thing”. Most people, I’ve found, aren’t. Sadly, Roger was no exception to this anecdotal rule. Even more sadly, there was no possible way I could share the inspired wackiness of this fabled recording with him, as, to the best of my knowledge, not only isn’t there a CD reissue floating around anywhere out there, but I myself no longer even own my copy of that precious little 45rpm disc! (I have NO idea what became of it – I’ve generally been pretty good about carting along everything I ever bought previous to turning legal age my entire adult life, but this unique memento mysteriously escaped my clutches long, long ago. Damn…)

    Anyhow, failing to land on the same page during our “Wild Thing” discussion (though I did drop in the provocative fact that the song was written by Chip Taylor, Jon Voight’s brother – and thus, uncle to the prototypical Wild Thing herself, Ms. Angelina Jolie!…), the conversation soon turned to ANOTHER politically connected cover version. But here’s the odd thing: Roger began talking about a post-Dion take on “Abraham, Martin, and John”, which, while it didn’t ring a bell with me, prompted me in turn to counter with memories of a post-Jackie DeShannon version of “What The World Needs Now Is Love” – and it STILL took us a few minutes to realize we were both talking about the very SAME recording!! Because, while I had completely forgotten the “AM&J” portion of the recording, there’s NO way I could’ve EVER forgotten the rest of the most peculiar number to ever crack the Top Ten – even though I hadn’t heard it since it reached the number eight position on the Billboard charts back during the summer of 1971 – Tom Clay’s astounding “What The World Needs Now Is Love/Abraham, Martin, and John”! !

    Understand please that, even though I’ve frequently listened to Oldies radio stations in the three and a half subsequent decades, this was one disc that absolutely NEVER was exhumed for a revival spin after its initial burst of popularity! Sure, you might well hear oddities like “The Ballad of the Green Berets” and “They’re Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Ha!” on rare occasions, but trust me, the aforementioned (you should pardon the initials) “WTHWNNIL/AM&J” never, ever left the vault.

    Imagine then my twisted sense of delight when Roger confessed to actually OWNING a copy of this elusive track!

    The Mowest single release (Mowest being a subsidiary of Motown – and more on THAT later) appeared on Mr. G’s copy of “20 Hard-To-Find Motown Classics, Volume Two” (as well as the somewhat easier to obtain “Motown Sings Bacharach”), and recently Roger – who maintains his own illuminating webpage, Ramblin’ With Roger, don’tcha know – created a theme CD of his own entitled “John, Bobby, and John”, a compilation on songs dealing with John Lennon, RFK, and JFK. Appropriately, Roger chose to end the proceedings with the number currently under discussion – and you can read all about Roger’s disc (which, yes, he ever so kindly sent me a copy of) by going here. (Nice job overall, Rog, though excuse me if I pick a few nits – where was Elton John’s Lennon tribute “Empty Garden”, or the Byrds JFK salute “He Was A Friend Of Mine”? Sorry, but I felt compelled to ask…)

    Credited to a long-time Detroit DJ, Tom Clay, the recording commences with a man – presumably Clay – asking a young girl (who couldn’t have been very much older than three, if that) a series of questions, as the tinkling piano strains of Bacharach’s popular melody plays quietly in the background…

    Man: What is segregation?
    Girl: I don’t know what seggeration is.
    Man: What is bigotry?
    Girl: I don’t know what biggery is.
    Man: What does… hatred mean?
    Girl: I don’t know what that is..
    Man: What is prejudice?
    Girl: Hmm.. I think its when someone’s sick.

    The toddler’s innocent mispronunciations add an extra layer of pathos, but before things get too cute, we segue sharply into the sound of marching troops and then gunfire. Good morning Viet Nam!

    After that startling interlude, the Blackberries – the female trio providing vocals for the recording – offer up a brief snippet of “Abraham, Martin, and John”, after which, things get REALLY weird…

    We’re suddenly transported back in Dallas on that dark, dark day of November 22nd, 1963. Apparently we’re listening to an on scene reporter’s broadcast as he witnesses first hand that infamous moment in history, all the while the girls croon “What The World Need Now Is Love” mournfully in the background. Here’s just a short portion of his report:

    Somethings happened here, we understand there has been a shooting. The presidential car coming up now, we know its the presidential car. We can see Mrs. Kennedy’s pink suit, there’s a Secret Service man spread eagle over the top of the car. We understand Governor and Mrs. Connolly are in the car, with President and Mrs. Kennedy. We can’t see who has been hit if anybody’s been hit, but apparently something is wrong here, something is terribly wrong…

    Yeah, don’t we know it.

    Then we soon shift to another voice..

    We interrupt this program to bring you a special bulletin: Dallas Texas, the flash, apparently official: President John F. Kennedy died, at 1 p.m., central standard time.

    Another quick stanza of “AM&J”, and it’s time for some stirring excerpts of Martin Luther Kings’ famous “Mountaintop” speech, all the while – yes – the ladies continue to croon Hal David’s well-intentioned lyrical plea for peace over Burt B.s warm melody.

    Back again to “AM&J” (which, compared to the other tune, makes but a cameo appearance on this audio melange, readily explaining why I so easily managed to forget its inclusion, pivotal though the usage of its transitional nature may be…), and now it’s Bobby’s turn. He triumphantly tells his campaign workers that it’s on to Chicago in his bid for the Presidential nomination, but then – uh oh – shots ring out!

    Again we get to listen to the words of an on the spot reporter, and these are even more chilling than those of the fellow who watched as JFK’s motorcade sped away. Clearly shocked, the reporter implores the crowd surrounding the fallen Robert F. Kennedy to quickly subdue the assassin, and to track star Rafer Johnson, “Get the gun Rafer! Break his thumb if you have to!”, concluding with “We don’t want another Oswald”, which is used as a cue for our final “AM&J” segue, morphing into Teddy Kennedy’s eulogy for his slain brother, his voice quivering, near to breaking at several junctures. As the heartfelt tribute to JFK by his younger sibling RFK concludes (you all KNOW what the gals are singing in the background by now, right?…), the dialogue between Clay and the little girl that kicked things off is replayed once again in its entirety, giving the nearly six and a half minute recording a cold – and stark – ending when she innocently utters her line about prejudice being when somebody is sick.

    Whew!

    It’s an… interesting piece of work to be sure, something you might want to hear once, maybe twice, but certainly not something that stood up well to the scrutiny afforded the heavy airtime a top ten hit of the day generally received. And yet, there it was, played nearly as often as the then latest Three Dog Night smash (and I think everyone of a certain age can testify just how annoying the phrase “Jeremiah was a bullfrog, he was a good friend of mine” all too soon became…).

    My most vivid memory of “WWTNNIL/AM&J” came while sitting on a warm, sunny Long Island beach with some friends one late summer day in 1971, the transistor radio tuned to 77 WABC-AM, the mood peaceful and mellow, when suddenly THIS thing comes piping out of the tiny speakers! No, it wasn’t the first time we’d heard it – not by a long shot. Fact is, me and my buddies had long since been inured to its poignant message, as the incessant repetition eventually spawned instead some mindless teen-age mockery (I was 18 by this time – but not particularly mature for my age. Some say that still…). The well-intentioned – if somewhat morbid – purpose behind this aural montage soon gave way from a thoughtful consideration on the nature of violence in our society to a bounty of inappropriate jokey catch phrases. Each one of my buddies – fine, decent fellows, every last one, I assure you – all took a turn at imitating that poor, clueless little girl! And who could even count the number of times the command, “Get the gun, Rafer! Break his thumb if you have to!” was used as a giggle inducing non sequiter in my little circle of goofball associates? Sitting on a blanket that day, expecting to hear a Beach Boy surfin’ classic, or maybe something by Tommy James and the Shondells, this instead came over the airwaves like a bucket of cold water thrown right in the face! WHAT were they thinking?

    I never found out. Tom Clay never had another hit, and back then, if you had a question about some obscure topic or another, well, good luck, brother.

    But that was then and this is now, and now we have Google! So, thanks to my buddy Roger giving me the opportunity to hear this curious cut again for the first time in (ulp) 35 years, I thought it was high time to investigate matters a mite bit further. Here’s what I found..,

    Clay was indeed a popular Detroit DJ back in the fifties and sixties, but by the early seventies, he had no steady gig. Eventually, he landed a three week fill-in job on KGBS, and, overwhelmed by the spirit of the times, put together his little medley, apparently with no plans whatsoever to release it on vinyl. However, one night, Berry Gordy – head honcho of Motown Records – heard the piece, and was impressed enough to offer Clay a contract to release it for real on the aforementioned Mowest label. Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that, years earlier, Clay had been instrumental in propelling Marv Johnson’s “Come To Me” – the very first Motown hit – onto the local charts while working at another Detroit station, helping to launch an empire in the process. So obviously, Gordy owed the man a favor, and if he could accomplish same while concurrently extolling a message of peace and tolerance to the masses, well, all the better.

    Of course, once Clay’s follow-up number, “Whatever Happened To” stiffed big time, that was the end of his association with Motown. Whatever happened to, indeed…

    But that’s not quite the end of our story. In his blog, Roger wondered if this was the same Tom Clay also responsible for a 1964 Beatles novelty recording (take a look here). Yup Rog, same guy – even though, as noted next to the photos of said memorabilia, Clay never actually got to accompany the winners of the contest sponsored in his name to the Beatles’ Detroit show, as he’d already left the station by that time. Why? Well, perhaps this excerpt from the Tom Clay entry over at Answers.com will shed a little light…

    He left CKLW in 1965 on the heels of a questionable promotional scheme, one of many Clay masterminded over the years. Over CKLW’s airwaves, Clay offered a membership card to what he called the Beatles Booster Club for one dollar and an SASE. What donators were supposed to receive was a card or a decal. The responses were overwhelming, lining Clay’s pockets with more than 86,000 dollars, as there were more than 86,000 letters in Clay’s recently rented P.O. box. With cash in hand, Clay resigned from CKLW and lived lavishly for awhile.

    Yessirree folks, that’s right – according to Internet sources (which are rarely, if ever, wrong), the man who appealed so creatively to the social conscience of a generation of AM radio listeners in 1971 had, only a short half decade earlier, lined his pockets with their mailed-in dollar bills with a scam that puts Soupy Sales jokey attempt at same completely to shame!

    “What the world needs now is love?” Perhaps, but it would seem that for Clay, “All You Need Is Cash”!

    Sigh. We sure could’ve used Senator Bobby at a time like that.

    What the world truly needs now is Hembeck.com! Get the link, Rafer! But try not to break your thumb…

    -Copyright 2006 Fred Hembeck

  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 11/2/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • Go check out what the boss has been up to. (Thingamabob)
    • Brer Rabbit sure knows how to pick a car… (Thingamabob)
    • More Sesame Street goodness, in the form of “Near & Far.” (Thingamabob)

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  • Brat-halla #152: Norse Force – Wrath of Hod

    by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

    NEWS: Well, all good things come to an end”¦ but not this comic. Seth and I (after a lot of thought and debating) have decided to move Brat-halla over to a new website. We’ll keep posting here for the next week or so to let the casual readers get the news, but we’ll now be a part of Graphic Smash. We’ve enjoyed our time here, but we really wanted to make the comic (and its archives) easier to read for new readers and our long-time readers. Spook’d will keep chugging along here at Quick Stop.

    Larger Comic Version | ARCHIVES | OLDER ARCHIVES

    Brat-halla #152: Norse Force - Wrath of Hod

    For extras, visit the Brat-halla Web site!

    Check out the preview to the Image comic Jeff writes…

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  • Take Me Home Blog #14: Why It’s Hard To Reach When Patting Yourself On The Back

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    Author’s note: The author would like to apologize for his romantic musings below, and especially for the seemingly deliberate unfunny nature of the following blog. He attests that he tried to “bring the funny”, but was dismayed to find that “the funny was not to be brought’n”. He appreciates his readers’ understanding on this matter. “His readers” being his father and possibly someone looking for the Scrubs blog.

    UNTOLD: DAY ONE

    Day one should have been two. Possibly three. Alas, in an effort to consolidate our shooting schedule, and also because of the horrendous weather Ohio’s having, our first day of shooting Untold was a mild disappointment. And I must admit, the blame should fall on my shoulders. Why? Quite possibly because that’s how I wanted it.

    YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MUCH OF A BAD THING

    I’m drawn to failure. Hooked, actually. Most people that know me would assume that I must be content with where I am in my life; I’ve got a wonderful fiance, a steady acting career, and a one-eyed cat that adores me. Not exactly “failure” by its definition. But, just maybe, that’s why I’m drawn to it.

    I made several major errors when conceiving our film shoot. We didn’t get our first shot off until 2 1/2 hours after call time. On any film shoot, that’s bad news. In my effort to keep my film crew sparse, I neglected to hire an experienced assistant director. While the person I hired was incredibly supportive, she’d never AD’d before. Without a solid AD, a film set gets bogged down. Quickly. The director wants a better frame, the actor needs another take, the cinematographer needs more time to light; it’s a mess. And though the footage we did get looks remarkable, it’s the footage we didn’t get that I’m stuck on.

    On the drive home from shooting yesterday, I looked back on all of this. All of my successes, all of my failures. My urge to contribute something as a filmmaker. And I asked myself, possibly aloud, “Is this what you wanted? All this work, wearing eight different hats, loading all these responsibilities onto my back only to carry out half of them? Does this make you happy?” And on a day like monday, when we only got through half of our shot list, what’s the answer to that? How can we celebrate our acheivements when our failings follow so close behind?

    I have the rest of the week to get this film in the can. I went to bed at 9:30 last night, something I don’t think I’ve done since elementary school. And as I lay there, the different versions of the film washed over me; the one I had dreamed, and the one I had tried to make to serve that dream. It seems I’m still holding onto the belief that eventually the two will merge. But what causes us to believe in that way? What compels us to hope, however irrational it may be? Whatever it is, I am filled of it. Right now, it is just enough to keep me going. Just enough to keep me ahead of this failure I seem to crave. Just barely.

    -Sam Jaeger

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 11/1/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • The holiday may be officially over, but it’s still the great pumpkin, Charlie Brown! (Thingamabob)
    • Opus encounters the bitter, bitter kiwi… (Thingamabob)
    • I can’t help myself – here’s another Sesame Street classic. “Would ya like to buy an ‘O’?” (Thingamabob)

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 10/31/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • Kaspar-Hauser has another special word from the law offices of Glinder & Glinder… (Thingamabob)
    • Diet Coke & Mentos – the madness continues… (Thingamabob)
    • Ever seen comic book legend Jack “The King” Kirby in the flesh? If not, rectify that now… (Thingamabob)
    • Continuing our celebration of the release of the (hopefully) first volume of Sesame Street: Old School on DVD, here’s another classic bit. “Through, through, through – he’ll get that train through!” (Thingamabob)

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