This video purports to have the isolated vocals, just Madonna's microphone feed, from her recent Grammy Awards performance. It's obviously a stripped down mix. How could the track she's singing to, selected background vocals, and a minimized beat be coming through loud and clear, become more pronounced as the song progresses? That's not how it works.
Nice try... performers going back to Linda McCartney in the 1970s have been embarrassed by someone sharing their isolated vocal feed. Madonna rightfully knows this will bring her added attention but it doesn't make it authentic... shame on the train jumpers who blindly accept what's obviously a promotional stunt.
One day Madonna will do a Christian album of her catalog and substitute the word 'God' for 'love'...
TVparty!
Friday, February 13, 2015
Monday, January 12, 2015
49 Years Ago Bat-Mania Started!
Billy Ingram
Batman, see, that was the problem. That comic book line ceased making a profit some years earlier, Batman and Detective Comics (where the character debuted in 1939) were going to get canned after a quarter century on the stands.
As a last-ditch effort, the books were assigned to the editor of DC’s science fiction line, Julius Schwartz. His mission - move Batman into profitability within six months or else. The team he assembled did the trick, turning the Caped Crusader into more of a high-tech sleuth and less of a costumed clown. Colorful villains like Catwoman and The Joker were resurrected and given new life in stories by John Broome and Gardner Fox, illustrated by Carmine Infantino and various artists under the “Bob Kane” byline.
Unfortunately, the audience unexpectedly deserted Shindig! after that first season leaving two gaping holes in ABC’s already desolate schedule. In an act of sheer desperation, they rushed one of their most promising shows forward for a midseason debut. This was a risky move because, while there had been other shows that premiered in the winter, they were never terribly successful.
None of them.
Ever.
Together with screenwriter Lorenzo Semple, Jr., executive producer William Dozier crafted a show that could be enjoyed by adults as well as kids. Batman debuted on January 12, 1966. Within the first few weeks, the telecast was attracting fifty-five percent of the viewing audience, with a surprising two-thirds over the age of eighteen.
William Dozier bragged to a reporter, "Gloria Swanson, I remember, called me from New York, but we couldn’t find the right part for her. Everybody came out of the woodwork; we never had to go after those people. A lot of them I had known personally, and they would call and say that they would love to do one of those because 'my kids want me to do it.'
"Up to twelve years old, they take Batman seriously. From thirteen on, we've got them chuckling in their beer." Indeed, Dozier (who was also the show's announcer) instinctively knew this pop-art froth had a short shelf life, just how short? Network rivals were betting Batman was another hula hoop craze. "They gave it only ninety days. I gave it two years."
At the end of just six months, Bat-mania was in full flower. $75,000,000 worth of Batman books, capes, toys, coloring books, bubble gum cards, and weaponry had been sold, with Batman's face plastered on every conceivable product whether it had any relevant practicality or not. Never before had the world been bombarded by such a ridiculous assault of loosely branded products. Batman candy. Batman bicycles. Batman lunch boxes. Batman bath soap. Batman race cars. Batman lamps. Batman every-damn-thing-you-can-think-of!
Batman changed the course of television in a profound way by proving that a program could debut midseason and still be a hit. From 1966 forward, all three networks began seriously programming a second season.
"Batman will fade, of course," Dozier correctly predicted in the Saturday Evening Post, at the height of the show's popularity. "We won't keep all the adults we have now. We have to think ahead."
Dozier was right to be concerned about audience erosion, he reasoned that adults would soon defect once the novelty wore off. By the fall of '66, Batman was the number-one show in the nation but adult ratings had dropped to half what they once were. Not surprisingly, ABC was more than willing to give the producer another slot on their fall schedule, Batman was the biggest hit in the network's history.
To recapture lost adult viewers, Dozier decided to try the super-hero genre without playing it for laughs. To achieve this, he revived one of the most successful super-heroes from the radio era - The Green Hornet.
Read Part Two: The Great Superhero Glut!
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Darlene Love Gets Her Groove Back! (Just in Time For Christmas)
Ever heard of singer Darlene Love? Unless you were a rabid fan of early-60s girl groups, that name is familiar because of something I got tricked into doing.
Every Christmas we hear that wonderful tune by Darlene Love 'Christmas (Baby Please Come Home),' her dynamic voice encased in a volcanic Wall of Sound by that crazy murderous musical genius Phil Spector. The song was included on his brilliant 1963 holiday album 'A Christmas Gift for You from Phil Spector.' When it was first released, on the day President Kennedy was murdered, it didn't do so well, nor did that single. Only somber Christmas carols were played on the radio that season. Retitled 'Phil Spector's Christmas Album' it was reissued by Apple Records in 1972 and charted as the 13th most popular Christmas album that year.
A former co-worker Jay Lamey was a fanatic when it came to Spector, an evangelist if you will. He turned me on to a compilation album of The Crystals' 45s from the early sixties with (mostly) lead singer Darlene Love that blew me away - the crushing instrumentality, tenderly vibrant vocals, the audaciously inappropriate 'He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss). In late 1980, Jay and a musician friend tracked down Ms. Love, not an easy thing to do, to see if she would perform a nightclub gig, one night, to be professionally videotaped. They had a backup band who could pull it together quickly and the room ready to go... if she would agree.
Jay asked if I could help them out. He had been negotiating with Ms. Love, who was working as a maid in Beverly Hills, but she was hesitant to commit. She'd been burned so many times, disappointed in so many so-called comebacks that she had become sick of show business. She'd also had it with touring as a backup singer for Dionne Warwick, apparently so much so she'd rather clean toilets.
Jay wasn't making the sale. He knew I was a smooth talker, professional in my manner as opposed to himself and his slovenly musician friends, and I was fluent in the language of show business. I don't know what possessed him to do so but he told Ms. Love I was a big music producer and asked that she call me so I could assuage her fears.
Except I wasn't any kind of music producer at all, I had been writing a punk rock column for an LA gay bi-weekly (huh?) entertainment magazine. Close enough for show biz, right?
Not to mention Jay Lamey and I had a checkered history, especially after he pulled a switchblade on me one day at work and threatened to cut my throat. But I also knew the team he had assembled could do the job and it was a solid idea with little downside.
At the time I was working in a four person graphics shop, once or twice a week the secretary would take our orders and pick up lunch from the Marie Callender's. The half-hour she was out I answered the phone (because of my aforementioned gift of gab). I knew Darlene was likely to ring me any time, I just hoped she wouldn't while the receptionist was out. Of course she did so I had to explain why this successful music producer, as Jay built me up to be, was I answering the phones.
We had a nice conversation but she remained leery throughout, it was obvious the way Phil Spector had squashed her career and subsequent letdowns weighed heavy on her. Still, she expressed a strong desire for something that would lead to a renewed career, one she could finally be in control of. If anything, a strong dislike for the way she was treated by Ms. Warwick on the road was a prime motivator, that was the impression she gave me. Utterly charming, she ended the call in a non-commital fashion.
I must have said something right, a few days later Jay told me with great excitement that she had agreed to do the showcase.
The show was simply staged, singer and a five (?) piece band, in a club somewhere around Santa Monica with an audience of fans and low level music insiders sitting at round tables near the stage. She was phenomenal. We were cheering when she broke into 'He's a Rebel.' A standing ovation ushered her off the stage. This may have been her first performance since the 1960s and it was all captured on tape. This led to a gig at the Roxy on Sunset, bringing her more visibility. The music industry took notice.
Phil Spector's Christmas Album was once again re-released to great reception in 1981 on an obscure label, that's when I first heard it, the LP was very hot with the New Wave hipsters because of the ear-ringing, trippy arrangements. 'Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)' became a KROQ top request that December, back when 'The ROQ of the Eighties' was the shit. That the album was so well received was a surprise to all, Spector's overwrought style was considered hopelessly passe by then. Slowly, over the next decade as the unwashed masses discovered it, that LP became a Christmas staple.
Before long Steven Van Zant lured her to New York, this led to starring on Broadway, the Lethal Weapon movies, being inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. David Letterman was so taken with her he had her perform Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) every year on his late night program.
I never did know what happened to the video of that night but I did see it once, and myself in it. You're welcome Darlene Love for the career save...
This video clip is from a few years later, 1984 I guess because Darlene was wearing the same jacket I wore to a party yesterday, procured from Black Salad on Melrose that year or the next...
This is an update of a previous posting, recently found notes reminded me of the events and that I had the timeline off.
TVparty! Classic TV!
Every Christmas we hear that wonderful tune by Darlene Love 'Christmas (Baby Please Come Home),' her dynamic voice encased in a volcanic Wall of Sound by that crazy murderous musical genius Phil Spector. The song was included on his brilliant 1963 holiday album 'A Christmas Gift for You from Phil Spector.' When it was first released, on the day President Kennedy was murdered, it didn't do so well, nor did that single. Only somber Christmas carols were played on the radio that season. Retitled 'Phil Spector's Christmas Album' it was reissued by Apple Records in 1972 and charted as the 13th most popular Christmas album that year.
A former co-worker Jay Lamey was a fanatic when it came to Spector, an evangelist if you will. He turned me on to a compilation album of The Crystals' 45s from the early sixties with (mostly) lead singer Darlene Love that blew me away - the crushing instrumentality, tenderly vibrant vocals, the audaciously inappropriate 'He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss). In late 1980, Jay and a musician friend tracked down Ms. Love, not an easy thing to do, to see if she would perform a nightclub gig, one night, to be professionally videotaped. They had a backup band who could pull it together quickly and the room ready to go... if she would agree.
Jay asked if I could help them out. He had been negotiating with Ms. Love, who was working as a maid in Beverly Hills, but she was hesitant to commit. She'd been burned so many times, disappointed in so many so-called comebacks that she had become sick of show business. She'd also had it with touring as a backup singer for Dionne Warwick, apparently so much so she'd rather clean toilets.
Jay wasn't making the sale. He knew I was a smooth talker, professional in my manner as opposed to himself and his slovenly musician friends, and I was fluent in the language of show business. I don't know what possessed him to do so but he told Ms. Love I was a big music producer and asked that she call me so I could assuage her fears.
Except I wasn't any kind of music producer at all, I had been writing a punk rock column for an LA gay bi-weekly (huh?) entertainment magazine. Close enough for show biz, right?
Not to mention Jay Lamey and I had a checkered history, especially after he pulled a switchblade on me one day at work and threatened to cut my throat. But I also knew the team he had assembled could do the job and it was a solid idea with little downside.
At the time I was working in a four person graphics shop, once or twice a week the secretary would take our orders and pick up lunch from the Marie Callender's. The half-hour she was out I answered the phone (because of my aforementioned gift of gab). I knew Darlene was likely to ring me any time, I just hoped she wouldn't while the receptionist was out. Of course she did so I had to explain why this successful music producer, as Jay built me up to be, was I answering the phones.
We had a nice conversation but she remained leery throughout, it was obvious the way Phil Spector had squashed her career and subsequent letdowns weighed heavy on her. Still, she expressed a strong desire for something that would lead to a renewed career, one she could finally be in control of. If anything, a strong dislike for the way she was treated by Ms. Warwick on the road was a prime motivator, that was the impression she gave me. Utterly charming, she ended the call in a non-commital fashion.
I must have said something right, a few days later Jay told me with great excitement that she had agreed to do the showcase.
The show was simply staged, singer and a five (?) piece band, in a club somewhere around Santa Monica with an audience of fans and low level music insiders sitting at round tables near the stage. She was phenomenal. We were cheering when she broke into 'He's a Rebel.' A standing ovation ushered her off the stage. This may have been her first performance since the 1960s and it was all captured on tape. This led to a gig at the Roxy on Sunset, bringing her more visibility. The music industry took notice.
Phil Spector's Christmas Album was once again re-released to great reception in 1981 on an obscure label, that's when I first heard it, the LP was very hot with the New Wave hipsters because of the ear-ringing, trippy arrangements. 'Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)' became a KROQ top request that December, back when 'The ROQ of the Eighties' was the shit. That the album was so well received was a surprise to all, Spector's overwrought style was considered hopelessly passe by then. Slowly, over the next decade as the unwashed masses discovered it, that LP became a Christmas staple.
Before long Steven Van Zant lured her to New York, this led to starring on Broadway, the Lethal Weapon movies, being inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. David Letterman was so taken with her he had her perform Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) every year on his late night program.
I never did know what happened to the video of that night but I did see it once, and myself in it. You're welcome Darlene Love for the career save...
This video clip is from a few years later, 1984 I guess because Darlene was wearing the same jacket I wore to a party yesterday, procured from Black Salad on Melrose that year or the next...
This is an update of a previous posting, recently found notes reminded me of the events and that I had the timeline off.
TVparty! Classic TV!
Monday, December 15, 2014
New Book About the Superstars of Classic Pro Wrestling
John Hitchcock's big book of grappling superstars is now available - just in time for Christmas. For folks who loved classic wrestling as presented and telecast on the east coast with the superstars that made the sport great. Wahoo McDaniel, Ric Flair, Tully Blanchard, Dusty Rhodes, Johnny Valentine, Killer Buddy, Rip Hawk, so many more.
Tons of pictures... here's a sample.
280 pages packed with over 100 rare, unseen photos along with a wealth of untold stories about your favorite grappling superstars!




Tons of pictures... here's a sample.
280 pages packed with over 100 rare, unseen photos along with a wealth of untold stories about your favorite grappling superstars!
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