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"I like wherever I am. That's my big secret." Warren Zevon

 

 

 

 

15 Minute Obituary

Used to be celebreties died in groups of threes, or so was commonly held. A movie star dies, then another and people would get all concerned and start wondering “Who’s next?” “Oh I hope it’s not so-and-so” Or “It’ll probably be you-know-who, he’s got the cancer.” Sure enough within a week or so there went another.

It was all great fun. The magazines loved it and sometimes they even printed up special editions that my Mom would buy because they would be collectable one day “You just wait and see.”  She still has some of them and no doubt my sister will inherit them along with all those Jesus plates.

This year all of a sudden, It seems like the pace has accelerated and more disturbingly, it’s people that I have emotionally vested interests in that are passing on. Part of  it has to be my…advancing age, but I think it also has something to do with Andy Warhol’s vision of everybody’s fifteen minutes of fame. That train done came and now it’s starting to chug it’s way out of the station.  

I remember my dad and his morning paper. First place he’d go was the obituaries. ”Well I’ll be damned, Milton Weaver died.” My mom would come over and look at the paper and she’d notice that somebody like Marty Robbins had passed away and they’d talk about Marty and then they’d talk about Milton. This was back in the ’80s, I’m about that age now.

I was over at their place this past weekend. I grabbed the paper out in their driveway and took it inside for them. They get up alot later nowadays. I put the paper on their kitchen table and talked to my dad over Fox News while my mom made us some coffee.  She served coffee at the table and my dad snagged the paper and went straight for the sports pages. “Well I’ll be damned the Giants won.”

I was shocked. “Dad, what happened to the obituaries?”

“What?”

“I SAID WHAT ABOUT THE OBI-TU-ARIES? HOW COME YOU ARE NOT READING THEM?”

“OH…I don’t know. I think just about everybody has died.”

A Moment Of Silence: Patrick Swayze

 

Wolverines!

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“It is better to dwell in the wilderness, than with a contentious and an angry woman.”

Proverbs 21:19

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"Never trust a man who drinks Gin."

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From the comments over at Say Uncle.

"When they come for my bacon, it's go time."

Sweet Jane

 

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I hate the French, or at least I like to think that I do. And Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin are a prototype of the type of celebrity I usually detest, but I can’t help myself, I’m fascinated.  

Poor old Serge was a wreck when he first met Jane Birkin on the set of the film Slogan. Recently dumped by Brigitte Bardot, he was as Waylon Jennings would say, lonesome ornery and mean and reportedly gave his young costar a pretty hard time. Drove her to tears even.  

Looking at pictures and video clips from that time it’s hard to believe Jane was a soon-to-be divorced mother.  No, I’d rather believe Jane was a wide eyed, beautiful British innocent who showed a bit of kindness to kinky old Serge, who then corrupted and exploited her.  I’d like to think that but I don’t. Whatever happened, the pair went on to scandalize Europe and kept censors on both sides of the channel hopping for the next ten years.  

Their legacy in music, film and pop culture is undeniable.  Not long after after Serge’s death in 1991, there was a brief eclectic Lounge/Ambient/Eelectronica movement that mined their music deeply. You can still hear Serge’s influence today in groups like Dengue Fever.  Watch Polanski’s Bitter Moon or Lost In Translation, they’re in there.

Madonna, Britney?  Please.  Serge and Jane were there and did that 40 years ago. 

A Moment of Silence: Willie DeVille

…………………………………………………….Mr. DeVille!

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“Abe Lincoln may have freed all men, but Sam Colt made them equal.”

Anonymous

 

Reno wants one. U.S. Fire Arms John Wayne 100th Birthday Commemorative. A Peacemaker in .45 Colt of course.

The Terrible Cost of Fame

 

 

"Why...why do I let them talk me into this shit."

 

"Sigh...the things I do for pork snacks"