Thursday, August 11, 2011
"Another 'Dear Cat'"
"The World According to v.c."
Dear Cat: I have read your column for years and have noticed your affinity for believing "the world has gone mad." What evidence purports your claim? And do you believe the only sane people are those housed in asylums?
Signed: Purporting to be one who flew over the cuckoo's nest.
Dear Cuckoo: First let me applaud your choice of words: purport. Not many denizens of this world ( or any other, for that matter ) would use purport in everyday conversation. Especially using it in a query to a lovelorn column, such as this one.
But for evidence that you deem necessary, just click on the link: grills by Paul Wall. I report; you purport. Thanks for the query!
Dear Cat: Will you consider voting for Hillary Clinton as our next President of these United States? If not, would you ever vote for a woman?
Signed: China Girl
Dear China Girl: Just you shut your mouth! Apologies to David Bowie. I would NEVER vote for Hillary. And I would NEVER vote for a woman. Why? Women are either too hot or too cold. They all suffer from inferiority complexes, i.e. does this dress make my butt look too big? ( the only answer is "no, darling." ) Women whine incessantly. And they become mean-spirited and highly opinionated as they get older. My thesis is purportedly politically incorrect. But I calls 'em as I sees 'em.
Dear Cat: I see where Paul McCartney and Heather Mills are going to court. To dissolve their marriage. Some say she will receive at least 50 million to untie the knot. Poor Heather has been villified by the press, and not since John began dating Yoko Ono has there been so much hate directed towards one woman, Hillary notwithstanding. Because you are a big fan of the Fab 4, what's your take on this delicate situation?
Signed: Love is a battlefield-apology to Pat Benatar.
Dear Love is all you need. See my answer to China Girl's query. Nuff said.
Dear Cat: What's tonite's video from youtube? I will go out on a limb and predict it to be a tune mentioned in tonite's lovelorn column? Am I right?
Signed: You will have no female readers after your latest foray concerning the opposite sex.
Dear Opposite Sex: Tell 'em what she won, Johnny. And if the prize happens to be a dress, mention nada about what it does for her posterior region. Here's Johnny, er, tonite's youtube video.
"From Russia With Love"
One of the best of the Bonds. Seems the Russians have a Lektor cryptographic device( thanks to Wikipedia for that one ) and Spectre wants to steal it and sell it back to the Russians. Spectre knows 007 will undoubtedly become involved, and they can exact revenge by killing Bond, who killed Dr. No.
Robert Shaw plays one of the bad guys, and, of course, there's Rosa Klebb
Mystery and intrigue on the Orient Express.
Pure larger than life stuff, and I loved it.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
"It's Summer-Time for a Rerun!"
"Dear Cat:"
Dear Cat, I once read where you have been writing these infantile forays since 2001. Because, Shirley, you get a new reader every now and then, could you share a blast from your past. I am like you, in that I have a disdain for the new slang. I have never used the word, closue, and like you never will. "Bedtime Story" is one of my favorites. Could we see it again?
Signed: You Are What You Eat
Dear Reader: Here's the story per your request. Reprinted November, 2004. Time flies when yer havin' fun. Thanks for the query.
You've got to be in the mood to do this stuff. Sometimes it's like magic. You can rattle it off faster than a bevy of bullets from a machine gun. And sometimes ye old writer's block gets in the way.
Well, the latter applies tonite. The G.P. intro disappeared again, and I can't find the file-don't know where it is-which killed the creative spirit. Kaput, fini.'
So we'll have to go to the archives. We'll be write back when we find one of substance. Please, hold on.
Sorry it took so long but here's one from back in the day. It was/is entitled "Bedtime Story." Written 5-28-03. It is submitted for your approval and perusal:
Ten years from now I'm sure I'll have some grandkids. And as we all know, you have to read/tell them a bed time story. Since ten years can go quickly, it's time to get into practice. So here goes. Bed time story 2013, sometime in the not too distant future....
"Granddad, tell us a story, please?"
"Sure, kids. Huddle around."
"Tell us about Piccadilly, again, granddad. Can it include ronnie? Those are our favorite stories."
"Sure, kids. Well, we had just bought Morrison's and we had a mission. One team, one mission. And we had an astronaut at our big gala event. He told us about Apollo 13. And how three men and a team of engineers overcame big obstacles in space, and averted a catastrophe by working together. One team, one mission. Get it."
"We get it, granddad."
"The big meeting was all glitz and glamour. And we heard testimonials from some of the managers. And PIC had gone big time. We were the largest cafeteria chain in the universe. And we were gonna kick some serious butt.
But, soon, it turned sour. Like javelin, I went to a conversion. And when we left, like javelin, they went back to doing things the Morrison's way. And we spent a lot of money. And we changed the name to Piccadilly. And the customers balked, cos they liked getting hoki on a child's plate, and turkey and dressing, and a quarter of a chicken. And jello. And bread. And a drink. And we couldn't understand why the customers < that's what we called them, back then > didn't like our child's plate. Half a piece of cod and two veggies. But they did."
"Granddad, what about ronnie? What happened next? Did he have a plan?"
"Well, kids. Ronnie fired all the district engineers. And then he fired guys who had helped build Piccadilly. Men with many years of service. And he fired our general manager and replaced him with azam."
"What's an azam, granddad?"
"Well, azam became the new coo. It was well chronicled how he had rescued Chi Chi's, a well known mexican restaurant, from the grim reaper. He cut and snipped at Chi Chi's and was hailed as the new messiah of restaurant revitilization. And ronnie hired him. And they sent out an inspirational tape, and they talked about the team, the piccadilly team. And his plan worked for awhile. The stock went from $1.00 and topped out at a little over $3.00.
And we had a big meeting. And the marketing boys were giddy about their suckcess, and they were referring to azam using Superman cliches. 'Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, he's changing clothes in a phone booth, here's our own Clark Kent, azam.'
And he was going to teach us how to celebrate. And increase communication. And how he, er, we were turning things around. And he kept all the pit bull guys, but things turned sour again."
"What happened, grandpa? Did PIC raise the price on a dilly? On drinks? What happened?"
"The marketing boys came up with smokeyard bbq. And we had to have it on our counters for 3 months."
"What's a smokeyard bbq, granddad?"
"BBQ chicken, sliced pork, and corn fritters. And it helped drive the guests away. Then they followed that up with italian cuisine. Chicken thighs, skirt steak, terrormisu cakes, and rice pilaf in a box."
"Granddad, do you miss Piccadilly?"
"Well, I miss the nice people I used to work with. And the guests who weren't rowdy. And the people from the message bored. Clif, bbq, hoots, bongo, a2fay, ditchus, javelin, leftbehindbabs, the card, johnnyc, poopshooter, didacticdaddy, rawchopbeef, pictruandtru, and rockhead-hope I'm not leaving anybody off."
"Granddad, wasn't bbq4u2 the man who wrote the investigative piece that won him a pulitzer? And landed him a job with the Washington Post?"
"Yes, his expose on the horrible conditions of that chinese restaurant won him world reknown. And he quickly became a legend in his own mind. He stays in touch, but you know the press."
"And what happened to ronnie, granddad? Tell us again, please."
"You kids know that ronnie resigned. And that his last statement on the record was 'embrace change.'"
"And, granddad. Tell us again what you said."
"You kids. I said he could embrace my 12 inch pianist."
"What's a 12 inch pianist, granddad?"
"You'll understand when you get older. Now it's time to go to sleep. Good night you rowdy grandkids."
Dear Cat, I once read where you have been writing these infantile forays since 2001. Because, Shirley, you get a new reader every now and then, could you share a blast from your past. I am like you, in that I have a disdain for the new slang. I have never used the word, closue, and like you never will. "Bedtime Story" is one of my favorites. Could we see it again?
Signed: You Are What You Eat
Dear Reader: Here's the story per your request. Reprinted November, 2004. Time flies when yer havin' fun. Thanks for the query.
You've got to be in the mood to do this stuff. Sometimes it's like magic. You can rattle it off faster than a bevy of bullets from a machine gun. And sometimes ye old writer's block gets in the way.
Well, the latter applies tonite. The G.P. intro disappeared again, and I can't find the file-don't know where it is-which killed the creative spirit. Kaput, fini.'
So we'll have to go to the archives. We'll be write back when we find one of substance. Please, hold on.
Sorry it took so long but here's one from back in the day. It was/is entitled "Bedtime Story." Written 5-28-03. It is submitted for your approval and perusal:
Ten years from now I'm sure I'll have some grandkids. And as we all know, you have to read/tell them a bed time story. Since ten years can go quickly, it's time to get into practice. So here goes. Bed time story 2013, sometime in the not too distant future....
"Granddad, tell us a story, please?"
"Sure, kids. Huddle around."
"Tell us about Piccadilly, again, granddad. Can it include ronnie? Those are our favorite stories."
"Sure, kids. Well, we had just bought Morrison's and we had a mission. One team, one mission. And we had an astronaut at our big gala event. He told us about Apollo 13. And how three men and a team of engineers overcame big obstacles in space, and averted a catastrophe by working together. One team, one mission. Get it."
"We get it, granddad."
"The big meeting was all glitz and glamour. And we heard testimonials from some of the managers. And PIC had gone big time. We were the largest cafeteria chain in the universe. And we were gonna kick some serious butt.
But, soon, it turned sour. Like javelin, I went to a conversion. And when we left, like javelin, they went back to doing things the Morrison's way. And we spent a lot of money. And we changed the name to Piccadilly. And the customers balked, cos they liked getting hoki on a child's plate, and turkey and dressing, and a quarter of a chicken. And jello. And bread. And a drink. And we couldn't understand why the customers < that's what we called them, back then > didn't like our child's plate. Half a piece of cod and two veggies. But they did."
"Granddad, what about ronnie? What happened next? Did he have a plan?"
"Well, kids. Ronnie fired all the district engineers. And then he fired guys who had helped build Piccadilly. Men with many years of service. And he fired our general manager and replaced him with azam."
"What's an azam, granddad?"
"Well, azam became the new coo. It was well chronicled how he had rescued Chi Chi's, a well known mexican restaurant, from the grim reaper. He cut and snipped at Chi Chi's and was hailed as the new messiah of restaurant revitilization. And ronnie hired him. And they sent out an inspirational tape, and they talked about the team, the piccadilly team. And his plan worked for awhile. The stock went from $1.00 and topped out at a little over $3.00.
And we had a big meeting. And the marketing boys were giddy about their suckcess, and they were referring to azam using Superman cliches. 'Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, he's changing clothes in a phone booth, here's our own Clark Kent, azam.'
And he was going to teach us how to celebrate. And increase communication. And how he, er, we were turning things around. And he kept all the pit bull guys, but things turned sour again."
"What happened, grandpa? Did PIC raise the price on a dilly? On drinks? What happened?"
"The marketing boys came up with smokeyard bbq. And we had to have it on our counters for 3 months."
"What's a smokeyard bbq, granddad?"
"BBQ chicken, sliced pork, and corn fritters. And it helped drive the guests away. Then they followed that up with italian cuisine. Chicken thighs, skirt steak, terrormisu cakes, and rice pilaf in a box."
"Granddad, do you miss Piccadilly?"
"Well, I miss the nice people I used to work with. And the guests who weren't rowdy. And the people from the message bored. Clif, bbq, hoots, bongo, a2fay, ditchus, javelin, leftbehindbabs, the card, johnnyc, poopshooter, didacticdaddy, rawchopbeef, pictruandtru, and rockhead-hope I'm not leaving anybody off."
"Granddad, wasn't bbq4u2 the man who wrote the investigative piece that won him a pulitzer? And landed him a job with the Washington Post?"
"Yes, his expose on the horrible conditions of that chinese restaurant won him world reknown. And he quickly became a legend in his own mind. He stays in touch, but you know the press."
"And what happened to ronnie, granddad? Tell us again, please."
"You kids know that ronnie resigned. And that his last statement on the record was 'embrace change.'"
"And, granddad. Tell us again what you said."
"You kids. I said he could embrace my 12 inch pianist."
"What's a 12 inch pianist, granddad?"
"You'll understand when you get older. Now it's time to go to sleep. Good night you rowdy grandkids."
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
"Arnold's T Shirt"
Even Arnold's wardrobe choices are causing a media frenzy these days.
Schwarzenegger was spotted out bike riding with friends in Santa Monica wearing a T-shirt that seemingly takes a nasty swipe at his ex.
The purple and white shirt reads "It's Time. I Survived Maria."
Monday, August 08, 2011
"Mothra vs. Godzilla"
Not sure if I saw this one, but did see Mothra. For a young kid of 11 or so, it was a special treat!
"King Kong vs. Godzilla"
Another movie treat for me as a youngster. Of course, King Kong swam away at the end. Nobody in their right mind would kill off the main character. Kong had top billing: it wasn't Godzilla vs. King Kong. I loved this movie as a young pre teen.
"The Thing"
An extraterrestrial carrot wreaks havoc in the Antarctic in this thriller produced by Howard Hawks. Even tho some folks say he directed as well. Who cares! It's great and one of my all time favorite movies.
James Arness-before Gunsmoke and Kitty-plays the carrot.
Flames can't kill it; bullets too. I don't want to spoil the ending, but the Army cooks the Thing via electricity in the exciting climax!
James Arness-before Gunsmoke and Kitty-plays the carrot.
Flames can't kill it; bullets too. I don't want to spoil the ending, but the Army cooks the Thing via electricity in the exciting climax!
Saturday, August 06, 2011
"Zorro-the Fox"
Loved this show when I was a youngster. Thanks to Walt Disney for helping a little boy find some happiness in this crazy world. Apologies to Rick in Casablanca. I loved the song.
This bold renegade makes a "Z" with his blade.
A "Z" that stands for Zorro.
I liked the fox who dressed in black. Long before Johnny Cash. And his horse Tornado. Not pronounced like the weather disaster. Tor nah do, if you will.
My sister, the ultra liberal who hails from San Fran-where else, eh?-now calls herself Raven. She has a friend named Deer. "You need a new name, Cat," she said. So we bandied about a few options.
Raven: What about "Rolling Thunder?"
Me: Sounds like I have acid reflux. Nah!
Raven: "Hare Bear?"
Me: I have lost enough of my hair, and it has gone to my ears. And I don't want to have anything to do with double entendres. Nah!
Raven: Wolf?
Me: I like the sound of that one. But I think of Wolf Blitzer, and I don't want to be compared with him. And it might be too campy to ride the coattails of the "Twilight" genre. Nah!
Raven: Majestic Manatee
Me: It conjures up images of Steve the crocodile hunter, and I haven't gotten over his demise.
Raven: Smoker of Cigarettes?
Me: Is that a joke or what? And I'm trying to quit. Nah!
Raven: Bad Cholesterol?
Me: Catchy, but nah!
Raven: Don't Sweat Much For Overly Big Guy?
Me: Thanks for the compliment but too many words. A person might get tongue-tied saying all that, and I may have to hold his tongue down with a spoon while we're in the back of the ambulance. Nah.
Raven: Ship Don't Sink
Me: That's a possibility, but folks spouting my name might use the more familiar expression. Nah!
So in the end, I settled on the Fox, aka El Zorro.
Thanks to Walt Disney. And thanks to my sister, Raven, whose help was greatly appreciated.
P.S. "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine." You tell 'em, Rick.
P.S.S. I forgot I made a suggestion to Raven: If she ever wants to cease the name "Raven, a good one for her might be: "9 year old bicycle rider who must return to the grocery store in Lakewood Heights, because she bought the wrong brand of tomatoes. And the store is 5 miles away!" Who's got the spoon?
This bold renegade makes a "Z" with his blade.
A "Z" that stands for Zorro.
I liked the fox who dressed in black. Long before Johnny Cash. And his horse Tornado. Not pronounced like the weather disaster. Tor nah do, if you will.
My sister, the ultra liberal who hails from San Fran-where else, eh?-now calls herself Raven. She has a friend named Deer. "You need a new name, Cat," she said. So we bandied about a few options.
Raven: What about "Rolling Thunder?"
Me: Sounds like I have acid reflux. Nah!
Raven: "Hare Bear?"
Me: I have lost enough of my hair, and it has gone to my ears. And I don't want to have anything to do with double entendres. Nah!
Raven: Wolf?
Me: I like the sound of that one. But I think of Wolf Blitzer, and I don't want to be compared with him. And it might be too campy to ride the coattails of the "Twilight" genre. Nah!
Raven: Majestic Manatee
Me: It conjures up images of Steve the crocodile hunter, and I haven't gotten over his demise.
Raven: Smoker of Cigarettes?
Me: Is that a joke or what? And I'm trying to quit. Nah!
Raven: Bad Cholesterol?
Me: Catchy, but nah!
Raven: Don't Sweat Much For Overly Big Guy?
Me: Thanks for the compliment but too many words. A person might get tongue-tied saying all that, and I may have to hold his tongue down with a spoon while we're in the back of the ambulance. Nah.
Raven: Ship Don't Sink
Me: That's a possibility, but folks spouting my name might use the more familiar expression. Nah!
So in the end, I settled on the Fox, aka El Zorro.
Thanks to Walt Disney. And thanks to my sister, Raven, whose help was greatly appreciated.
P.S. "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine." You tell 'em, Rick.
P.S.S. I forgot I made a suggestion to Raven: If she ever wants to cease the name "Raven, a good one for her might be: "9 year old bicycle rider who must return to the grocery store in Lakewood Heights, because she bought the wrong brand of tomatoes. And the store is 5 miles away!" Who's got the spoon?
Friday, August 05, 2011
"Paul McCartney"
This picture was taken yesterday at the Great American Ballpark. Damn, wish I had been there.
"Paul McCartney Wows Cincinnati"
It would be something special if Cincinnati just witnessed the last-ever Paul McCartney concert in the U.S. And it would also be a shame.
McCartney, a legitimate legend who generally ranks among the public’s top-two-favorite Beatles, cruised through three hours of Fab Four and Wings tunes at Great American Ball Park. His energetic manner that suggested he could have done three more.
It was an inspiring performance by the 69-year-old, who is still singing great, playing great, and looking very happy to be out there. By the time he and his heavenly four-piece road band wrapped up “Paperback Writer,” the evening’s ninth song, McCartney’s long-sleeve dress shirt was soaked with sweat. But he just smiled his way through the night instead of chugging water or complaining about heat. (It’s interesting to compare McCartney’s disposition to that a rock singer half of McCartney’s age who’s canceling his band’s tour due to exhaustion.)
McCartney, a legitimate legend who generally ranks among the public’s top-two-favorite Beatles, cruised through three hours of Fab Four and Wings tunes at Great American Ball Park. His energetic manner that suggested he could have done three more.
It was an inspiring performance by the 69-year-old, who is still singing great, playing great, and looking very happy to be out there. By the time he and his heavenly four-piece road band wrapped up “Paperback Writer,” the evening’s ninth song, McCartney’s long-sleeve dress shirt was soaked with sweat. But he just smiled his way through the night instead of chugging water or complaining about heat. (It’s interesting to compare McCartney’s disposition to that a rock singer half of McCartney’s age who’s canceling his band’s tour due to exhaustion.)
August 20, 2009
I remember it well. Piedmont Park, Atlanta, Ga. It rained; I drank too many beers; I got there too early and waited 5 hours in the heat; I was amazed at all of the young people-who outnumbered, it seemed, people my age; I sang and reveled in the songs of my generation; and it was great period.
"Paul McCartney Concert"
Yeah, it was great. Lots of music-of course-and lots of pizazz.
Yeah, it rained for about 15 minutes water-logging my left shoe and soaking my shirt and pants.
Yeah, it was good to see my boyhood idol and listen to all the old songs. Even if he didn't sing "Maybe I'm Amazed." I guess that's what happens when love turns sour. And the ex-wife wants a ton of alimony.
Yeah, the concert was great. And the crowd was interesting, especially the women who were territorial when it came to their outstretched blankets. Don't step on them, cos you know-and I know-how anal women are.
I met two young couples, one who both worked for TCM.
"My favorite channel," I told them.
The husband was an accountant and his wife a publicist. I was impressed when she told me she worked with Robert Osborne, famed host of TCM. And being Mr. Trivia, I mentioned to them how Robert got his start on the "Lucy Show," not to be confused with "I Love Lucy."
They were more impressed with yours truly, when I just happened to let it out of the bag that I had seen the Fab 4 in person in 1965.
"Hey, he's seen the Beatles," the hubby said to everyone in ear shot of his voice. Because of this distinction, I became an instant crowd celebrity.
The crowd was young, too. Which impressed me. And they knew the words to most of the songs. Which really impressed me.
"Helter Skelter," which helped inspire Charles Manson to his dastardly deeds; "Yesterday;" "Drive My Car;" "I Saw Her Standing There;" and "Hey Jude" were just a few of the songs. "H.J." has to be the best sing-along song evah.
Yeah, it was great. Kinda like being at Woodstock, circa '69. Except for no sex-none that I saw-no Jimi Hendrix or Janis Joplin, and we all paid to get in. There was plenty of beer at 7 bucks a pop, and the smell of cannabis wafted through the old mucous membranes a time or two.
A splendid time was guaranteed for all, and my main man came through as usual. Can't wait til the next one.
"Paul McCartney Concert"
Yeah, it was great. Lots of music-of course-and lots of pizazz.
Yeah, it rained for about 15 minutes water-logging my left shoe and soaking my shirt and pants.
Yeah, it was good to see my boyhood idol and listen to all the old songs. Even if he didn't sing "Maybe I'm Amazed." I guess that's what happens when love turns sour. And the ex-wife wants a ton of alimony.
Yeah, the concert was great. And the crowd was interesting, especially the women who were territorial when it came to their outstretched blankets. Don't step on them, cos you know-and I know-how anal women are.
I met two young couples, one who both worked for TCM.
"My favorite channel," I told them.
The husband was an accountant and his wife a publicist. I was impressed when she told me she worked with Robert Osborne, famed host of TCM. And being Mr. Trivia, I mentioned to them how Robert got his start on the "Lucy Show," not to be confused with "I Love Lucy."
They were more impressed with yours truly, when I just happened to let it out of the bag that I had seen the Fab 4 in person in 1965.
"Hey, he's seen the Beatles," the hubby said to everyone in ear shot of his voice. Because of this distinction, I became an instant crowd celebrity.
The crowd was young, too. Which impressed me. And they knew the words to most of the songs. Which really impressed me.
"Helter Skelter," which helped inspire Charles Manson to his dastardly deeds; "Yesterday;" "Drive My Car;" "I Saw Her Standing There;" and "Hey Jude" were just a few of the songs. "H.J." has to be the best sing-along song evah.
Yeah, it was great. Kinda like being at Woodstock, circa '69. Except for no sex-none that I saw-no Jimi Hendrix or Janis Joplin, and we all paid to get in. There was plenty of beer at 7 bucks a pop, and the smell of cannabis wafted through the old mucous membranes a time or two.
A splendid time was guaranteed for all, and my main man came through as usual. Can't wait til the next one.
"PAul McCartney Set List at Great American Ballpark"
Wish I could be there. Would love to hear him sing 1985, my favorite Wings song. Two encores. Wow!
Thursday 4th August 2011 - The Great American Ball Park, Cincinnati, USA
1.Hello Goodbye
2.Juniors Farm
3.All My Loving
4.Jet
5.Drive My Car
6.Sing The Changes
7.Night Before
8.Let Me Roll It
9.Paperback Writer
10.Long And Winding Road
11.1985
12.Let 'Em In
13.Maybe I'm Amazed
14.I've Just Seen A Face
15.I Will
16.Blackbird
17.Here Today
18.Dance Tonight
19.Mrs Vanderbilt
20.Eleanor Rigby
21.Something
22.Band On The Run
23.Obla Di Obla Da
24.Back In The USSR
25.I've Gotta Feeling
26.A Day In The Life
27.Let It Be
28.Live And Let Die
29.Hey Jude
Encore
30.Lady Madonna
31.Day Tripper
32.Get Back
Second Encore
33.Yesterday
34.Helter Skelter
35.Golden Slumbers
Thursday 4th August 2011 - The Great American Ball Park, Cincinnati, USA
1.Hello Goodbye
2.Juniors Farm
3.All My Loving
4.Jet
5.Drive My Car
6.Sing The Changes
7.Night Before
8.Let Me Roll It
9.Paperback Writer
10.Long And Winding Road
11.1985
12.Let 'Em In
13.Maybe I'm Amazed
14.I've Just Seen A Face
15.I Will
16.Blackbird
17.Here Today
18.Dance Tonight
19.Mrs Vanderbilt
20.Eleanor Rigby
21.Something
22.Band On The Run
23.Obla Di Obla Da
24.Back In The USSR
25.I've Gotta Feeling
26.A Day In The Life
27.Let It Be
28.Live And Let Die
29.Hey Jude
Encore
30.Lady Madonna
31.Day Tripper
32.Get Back
Second Encore
33.Yesterday
34.Helter Skelter
35.Golden Slumbers
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
"Dr. No"
Infamous scene in which 007 says: "Bond, James Bond." I was 14 or so and went to the movies to see a double feature of Bond, James Bond. The two movies were "Dr. No" and "From Russia With Love." I had seen "Goldfinger" a year earlier, and had got swept up, along with the rest of the world, in the 007 mania. I have been a big fan ever since. But Sean Connery was Bond. Forget George Lazenby, Roger Moore, and the others who followed.
Forgive me for a short post, as I have a vodka martini awaiting me. Shaken and not stirred.
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
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