Hey pallies, just read in the blogg Republibot (clicks on tagg of this Dinogram to go there) that Mr. Karl Malden has passed from this life. All you Dinoholics will remember that Mr. Malden played the villian Julian Wall in the stellar Matt Helm caper "Murder's Row." Pallies can view the whole Dinocaper at youtube, but those who have posted the Dinoclips have disabled embeddin' so below is a stellar Dinotrailer from MR where you can get a glimpse of Mr. Malden, and of course our Dino.
I am grateful to the dude Republibot 3.0 for postin' his obit of Mr. Malden and his mention of his performance with our Dino in MR. However as you will read below, this guy is not a fan of the Matt Helm flicks in general, and MR specifically. Truly sad to still find folks who truly don't understand the stellar nature of our Dino's spy capers. So, in addition to postin' what Republibot 3.0 sez 'bout MR, you will find at the end my Dinopatter back at him that is also posted at the blogg.
We remember our Dino and Mr. Karl Malden and their amazin' work together on "Murder's Row." Dinolovin', DMP
The more laughable one was "Murderer's Row," one of the amazingly smarmy and cheezy Dean Martin "Matt Helm" movies. He was the main bad guy, and it's one of the very, very few times I've ever seen him give a bad performance. Functioning as the main bad guy, He's sadled with a terrible accent, and occasionally forgets to use. The movie is best known for Anne Margaret wearing the world's only turtleneck swimsuit, and an overlong hovercraft chase to pad the film out to barely feature length, and Between the incoherent plot, flaccid direction, and a scrip that was obviously being made up as they went along, it's a sad example of a great supporting player at his worst, but you know what? Even phoning it in as part of a crap movie that is clearly frustrating him, he's still better than anyone in it.
And my reply to this dude....
Hey pallie Republibot 3.0, no disrespect to the memory of Mr. Malden, but I certainly take offence at your comments on our Dino's stellar Matt Helm caper "Murder's Row," simply the best of our great man's spy quartet. While our Dino showcased his amazin' dramatic actin' ability in such flicks as "Rio Bravo," "Some Came Running," and "The Young Lions" to name just a few, in MR our Dino does what he does best.....play his ever cool, hip, and randy self to Dinoperfection. MR and the other three Matt Helm films are groovy parodies of the more serious spy films of their day. Your are obviously not a fan of our great man....and likes that is your loss. http://ilovedinomartin.blogspot.com/
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Our Dino by artiste Originaldo (USA)
Hey pallies, likes here is 'nother Dinoportrait from the Star Portraits Dinopage...clciks on tagg of this Dinogram to goes there. I know that I have seen and perhaps even posted this Dinopix sometime in the past.
While not my fav Dinoimpression, does thanks the artiste Originaldo for their Dino-original...and likes if you wanna see other of this pallies works, just goes to
http://originaldo.com/ Dinorenderin', DMP
While not my fav Dinoimpression, does thanks the artiste Originaldo for their Dino-original...and likes if you wanna see other of this pallies works, just goes to
http://originaldo.com/ Dinorenderin', DMP
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
THE SONG OF THE SOUSED
Hey pallies, likes here is the original Entertainment Weekly postin' of the Ty Burr Dinoprose tagged "The Song Of The Soused." Clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram to go there. Dinorespectfully, DMP
THE SONG OF THE SOUSED
THE ORIGINAL SLACKER, DEAN MARTIN GLORIFIED THE LUSH LIFE ON STAGE AND SCREEN
More
By Ty Burr Ty Burr
Ty Burr is a writer at large for EW and is no relation to Raymond or AaronIF THE SIGNAL attribute of late-20th-century American pop culture is cool, and if the essence of cool is the projection of detachment, then maybe -- just maybe -- Dean Martin was the real Chairman of the Board. Sinatra is the greater artist, of course, but in a way, that's what hangs him up -- despite naming an album No One Cares, Sinatra obviously has cared, especially about his music. But Martin, who died Christmas Day from acute respiratory failure at age 78, never seemed to give a rat pack about anything. He achieved success on the charts, in movies, even on TV (the one arena that Ol' Blue Eyes never conquered) while floating above the fray with bibulous serenity. In an industry of self-publicists, Dean Martin remained insistently unknowable.
That quality gave him charisma while marking him as a lightweight, made him seem absurdly passe by the mid-'70s while giving him a weird, nearly existential purity in his final decades. Slackers may be sipping martinis and neo-hipsters like Greg Mangus might be singing Martinesquely, but there was no Bennett-style comeback for Martin; in fact, he sourly bailed out of a 1988 reunion tour with Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr. after hollering ''I wanna go home!'' from the stage and flicking a lit cigarette butt into the audience. His ex-wife Jeanne, to whom he was married for 23 years, once sighed, ''There's either nothing under there or too much.'' Nick Tosches' 1992 biography, Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams, calls him a menefreghista, Italian for ''one who simply does not give a f -- -.''
Born Dino Paul Crocetti on June 17, 1917, Martin grew up the son of an immigrant barber in Steubenville, Ohio. He worshiped at the altar of Bing Crosby and made a go at a singing career, mutating from Dino Crocetti to Dino Martini to Dean Martin, and picking up a new nose in the process. In 1946, he and a lantern-jawed comedian named Jerry Lewis began kibitzing in on each other's acts; by the time the duo played Slapsie Maxie's in Los Angeles two years later, they had the industry in their palms.
Sixteen hugely popular Martin and Lewis films followed in seven years, and as the comedian's ambitions ballooned, Martin simmered, despite having a successful recording career on Capitol that crested with the 1953 top hit ''That's Amore.'' By 1956, tired of breakups and makeups with the insecure Lewis, Martin told him, ''You can talk about love all you want. To me, you're nothing but a f -- -ing dollar sign.'' And he was outta there, pally. Martin never looked back, rarely acknowledging Lewis' existence, while his ex-partner erupted in public outpourings of separation anxiety. (Lewis was too ''shattered by grief'' to comment on Martin's death, according to Lewis' manager.)
No one thought Martin would make it on his own. Reviews for his first solo film, Ten Thousand Bedrooms, were brutal (''Apart [from Lewis], Mr. Martin is a fellow with little humor and a modicum of charm,'' said The New York Times). But Martin's ensuing choices were inspired: a GI in The Young Lions opposite Brando, an alcoholic deputy (his best dramatic role) in Rio Bravo. Then the Rat Pack came calling, offering the position of Frankie Lite alongside Sinatra, Davis, Peter Lawford, and Joey Bishop in movies and Vegas nightclubs. To make his allegiance clear, Martin left Capitol to record on, and financially back, Sinatra's Reprise Records. His apotheosis came in 1964: ''Everybody Loves Somebody'' knocked the Beatles out of the No. 1 spot, and he starred in Billy Wilder's Kiss Me, Stupid, which epitomized Martin's persona as a lovable, lecherous lush. Condemned by critics and the Catholic Legion of Decency, Stupid was the Showgirls of its day, yet its acrid playboy nihilism may be the closest he came to a personal statement.
The next year saw the debut of The Dean Martin Show, a variety program that ran for nine successful seasons on NBC. Yet pop culture was shifting away from him: The show's va-va-voom chorus line, the Golddiggers, caused the National Organization for Women to give Martin a Keep-Her-in-Her-Place award during the final season. The Matt Helm spy spoof series that began promisingly with 1966's The Silencers quickly ran aground with three limp follow-ups. His records veered toward workaday country; Martin would lay down vocals only after producer Jimmy Bowen had recorded all the other tracks.
The late '70s and '80s saw Martin slope off into halfhearted singing gigs and celebrity roasts featuring the likes of Milton Berle and Foster Brooks -- Last Suppers for the borscht belt. After his son Dino Jr., 35, died in a 1987 plane crash, Martin seemed to vanish into himself. He haunted Hollywood restaurants, alone, with an ever-present drink in his hand. ''I'm just waiting to die,'' Paul Anka says Martin told him one night.
But that tragic vision doesn't square. Tragedy necessitates self-knowledge, and indications are that Dean Martin rolled blissfully on the waves of unthinking fortune to the end of his days. ''He had no interest in his own life,'' says biographer Tosches. ''He was completely content in his solitude. I wanted him to hit 80. That was the age that Buddha was when he died. I kind of thought of him as an American Buddha.''
-QUOT-
After his son Dino Jr. died in 1987, Martin seemed to vanish into himself
THE SONG OF THE SOUSED
THE ORIGINAL SLACKER, DEAN MARTIN GLORIFIED THE LUSH LIFE ON STAGE AND SCREEN
More
By Ty Burr Ty Burr
Ty Burr is a writer at large for EW and is no relation to Raymond or AaronIF THE SIGNAL attribute of late-20th-century American pop culture is cool, and if the essence of cool is the projection of detachment, then maybe -- just maybe -- Dean Martin was the real Chairman of the Board. Sinatra is the greater artist, of course, but in a way, that's what hangs him up -- despite naming an album No One Cares, Sinatra obviously has cared, especially about his music. But Martin, who died Christmas Day from acute respiratory failure at age 78, never seemed to give a rat pack about anything. He achieved success on the charts, in movies, even on TV (the one arena that Ol' Blue Eyes never conquered) while floating above the fray with bibulous serenity. In an industry of self-publicists, Dean Martin remained insistently unknowable.
That quality gave him charisma while marking him as a lightweight, made him seem absurdly passe by the mid-'70s while giving him a weird, nearly existential purity in his final decades. Slackers may be sipping martinis and neo-hipsters like Greg Mangus might be singing Martinesquely, but there was no Bennett-style comeback for Martin; in fact, he sourly bailed out of a 1988 reunion tour with Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr. after hollering ''I wanna go home!'' from the stage and flicking a lit cigarette butt into the audience. His ex-wife Jeanne, to whom he was married for 23 years, once sighed, ''There's either nothing under there or too much.'' Nick Tosches' 1992 biography, Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams, calls him a menefreghista, Italian for ''one who simply does not give a f -- -.''
Born Dino Paul Crocetti on June 17, 1917, Martin grew up the son of an immigrant barber in Steubenville, Ohio. He worshiped at the altar of Bing Crosby and made a go at a singing career, mutating from Dino Crocetti to Dino Martini to Dean Martin, and picking up a new nose in the process. In 1946, he and a lantern-jawed comedian named Jerry Lewis began kibitzing in on each other's acts; by the time the duo played Slapsie Maxie's in Los Angeles two years later, they had the industry in their palms.
Sixteen hugely popular Martin and Lewis films followed in seven years, and as the comedian's ambitions ballooned, Martin simmered, despite having a successful recording career on Capitol that crested with the 1953 top hit ''That's Amore.'' By 1956, tired of breakups and makeups with the insecure Lewis, Martin told him, ''You can talk about love all you want. To me, you're nothing but a f -- -ing dollar sign.'' And he was outta there, pally. Martin never looked back, rarely acknowledging Lewis' existence, while his ex-partner erupted in public outpourings of separation anxiety. (Lewis was too ''shattered by grief'' to comment on Martin's death, according to Lewis' manager.)
No one thought Martin would make it on his own. Reviews for his first solo film, Ten Thousand Bedrooms, were brutal (''Apart [from Lewis], Mr. Martin is a fellow with little humor and a modicum of charm,'' said The New York Times). But Martin's ensuing choices were inspired: a GI in The Young Lions opposite Brando, an alcoholic deputy (his best dramatic role) in Rio Bravo. Then the Rat Pack came calling, offering the position of Frankie Lite alongside Sinatra, Davis, Peter Lawford, and Joey Bishop in movies and Vegas nightclubs. To make his allegiance clear, Martin left Capitol to record on, and financially back, Sinatra's Reprise Records. His apotheosis came in 1964: ''Everybody Loves Somebody'' knocked the Beatles out of the No. 1 spot, and he starred in Billy Wilder's Kiss Me, Stupid, which epitomized Martin's persona as a lovable, lecherous lush. Condemned by critics and the Catholic Legion of Decency, Stupid was the Showgirls of its day, yet its acrid playboy nihilism may be the closest he came to a personal statement.
The next year saw the debut of The Dean Martin Show, a variety program that ran for nine successful seasons on NBC. Yet pop culture was shifting away from him: The show's va-va-voom chorus line, the Golddiggers, caused the National Organization for Women to give Martin a Keep-Her-in-Her-Place award during the final season. The Matt Helm spy spoof series that began promisingly with 1966's The Silencers quickly ran aground with three limp follow-ups. His records veered toward workaday country; Martin would lay down vocals only after producer Jimmy Bowen had recorded all the other tracks.
The late '70s and '80s saw Martin slope off into halfhearted singing gigs and celebrity roasts featuring the likes of Milton Berle and Foster Brooks -- Last Suppers for the borscht belt. After his son Dino Jr., 35, died in a 1987 plane crash, Martin seemed to vanish into himself. He haunted Hollywood restaurants, alone, with an ever-present drink in his hand. ''I'm just waiting to die,'' Paul Anka says Martin told him one night.
But that tragic vision doesn't square. Tragedy necessitates self-knowledge, and indications are that Dean Martin rolled blissfully on the waves of unthinking fortune to the end of his days. ''He had no interest in his own life,'' says biographer Tosches. ''He was completely content in his solitude. I wanted him to hit 80. That was the age that Buddha was when he died. I kind of thought of him as an American Buddha.''
-QUOT-
After his son Dino Jr. died in 1987, Martin seemed to vanish into himself
AMERICAN BUDDHA by Ty Burr
Hey pallies, was searchin' for more info on our Dino and his amazin' detachment from everythin' and by googlin' found this piece of Dinoprose written by a dude tagged Ty Burr that speaks of our Dino bein' the American Buddha.
So loves this notion of our Dino bein' the American Buddha that was first purposed by Nick Tosches as Dinonoted here. Clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram to read this in it's original geocites site. Will continue to search for more Dinorefs to our Dino and his detached personality.... Dinolearnin', DMP
AMERICAN BUDDHA
The original slacker, Dean Martin glorified the lush life on stage and screen.
By Ty Burr
If the signal attribute of late-20th-century American pop culture is cool, and if the essence of cool is the projection of detachment, then maybe--just maybe--Dean Martin was the real Chairman of the Board. Sinatra is the greater artist, of course, but in a way, that's what hangs him up--despite naming an album No One Cares, Sinatra obviously has cared, especially about his music. But Martin, who died Christmas Day 1995 from acute respiratory failure at age 78, never seemed to give a rat pack about anything. He achieved success on the charts, in movies, even on TV (the one arena that Ol' Blue Eyes never conquered) while floating above the fray with bibulous serenity. In an industry of self-publicists, Dean Martin remained insistently unknowable.
That quality gave him charisma while marking him as a lightweight, made him seem absurdly passe by the mid-'70s while giving him a weird, nearly existential purity in his final decades. Slackers may be sipping martinis and neo-hipsters like Greg Mangus might be singing Martinesquely, but there was no Bennett-style comeback for Martin; in fact, he sourly bailed out of a 1988 reunion tour with Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr. after hollering "I wanna go home!" from the stage and flicking a lit cigarette butt into the audience. His ex-wife Jeanne, to whom he was married for 23 years, once sighed, "There's either nothing under there or too much." Nick Tosches' 1992 biography, Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams, calls him a menefreghista, Italian for "one who simply does not give a f---."
Born Dino Paul Crocetti on June 17, 1917, Martin grew up the son of an immigrant barber in Steubenville, Ohio. He worshipped at the altar of Bing Crosby and made a go at a singing career, mutating from Dino Crocetti to Dino Martini to Dean Martin, and picking up a new nose in the process. In 1946, he and a lantern-jawed comedian named Jerry Lewis began kibitzing in on each other's acts; by the time the duo played Slapsie Maxie's in Los Angeles two years later, they had the industry in their palms.
Sixteen hugely popular Martin and Lewis films followed in seven years, and as the comedian's ambitions ballooned, Martin simmered, despite having a successful recording career on Capitol that crested with the 1953 top hit "That's Amore." By 1956, tired of breakups and makeups with the insecure Lewis, Martin told him, "You can talk about love all you want. To me, you're nothing but a f---ing dollar sign." And he was outta there, pally. Martin never looked back, rarely acknowledging Lewis' existence, while his ex-partner erupted in public outpourings of separation anxiety. (Lewis was too "shattered by grief" to comment on Martin's death, according to Lewis' manager.)
No one thought Martin would make it on his own. Reviews for his first solo film, Ten Thousand Bedrooms, were brutal ("Apart [from Lewis], Mr. Martin is a fellow with little humor and a modicum of charm," said The New York Times). But Martin's ensuing choices were inspired: a GI in The Young Lions opposite Brando, an alcoholic deputy (his best dramatic role) in Rio Bravo.
Then the Rat Pack came calling, offering the position of Frankie Lite alongside Sinatra, Davis, Peter Lawford, and Joey Bishop in movies and Vegas nightclubs. To make his allegiance clear, Martin left Capitol to record on, and financially back, Sinatra's Reprise Records. His apotheosis came in 1964: "Everybody Loves Somebody" knocked the Beatles out of the No. 1 spot, and he starred in Billy Wilder's Kiss Me, Stupid, which epitomized Martin's persona as a lovable, lecherous lush. Condemned by critics and the Catholic Legion of Decency, Stupid was the Showgirls of its day, yet its acrid playboy nihilism may be the closest he came to a personal statement.
The next year saw the debut of The Dean Martin Show, a variety program that ran for nine successful seasons on NBC. Yet pop culture was shifting away from him: The show's va-va-voom chorus line, the Golddiggers, caused the National Organization for Women to give Martin a Keep-Her-in-Her-Place award during the final season. The Matt Helm spy spoof series that began promisingly with 1966's The Silencers quickly ran aground with three limp follow-ups. His records veered toward workaday country; Martin would lay down vocals only after producer Jimmy Bowen had recorded all the other tracks.
The late '70s and '80s saw Martin slope off into halfhearted singing gigs and celebrity roasts featuring the likes of Milton Berle and Foster Brooks--Last Suppers for the borscht belt. After his son Dino Jr., 35, died in a 1987 plane crash, Martin seemed to vanish into himself. He haunted Hollywood restaurants, alone, with an ever-present drink in his hand. "I'm just waiting to die," Paul Anka says Martin told him one night.
But that tragic vision doesn't square. Tragedy necessitates self-knowledge, and indications are that Dean Martin rolled blissfully on the waves of unthinking fortune to the end of his days. "He had no interest in his own life," says biographer Tosches. "He was completely content in his solitude. I wanted him to hit 80. That was the age that Buddha was when he died. I kind of thought of him as an American Buddha."
So loves this notion of our Dino bein' the American Buddha that was first purposed by Nick Tosches as Dinonoted here. Clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram to read this in it's original geocites site. Will continue to search for more Dinorefs to our Dino and his detached personality.... Dinolearnin', DMP
AMERICAN BUDDHA
The original slacker, Dean Martin glorified the lush life on stage and screen.
By Ty Burr
If the signal attribute of late-20th-century American pop culture is cool, and if the essence of cool is the projection of detachment, then maybe--just maybe--Dean Martin was the real Chairman of the Board. Sinatra is the greater artist, of course, but in a way, that's what hangs him up--despite naming an album No One Cares, Sinatra obviously has cared, especially about his music. But Martin, who died Christmas Day 1995 from acute respiratory failure at age 78, never seemed to give a rat pack about anything. He achieved success on the charts, in movies, even on TV (the one arena that Ol' Blue Eyes never conquered) while floating above the fray with bibulous serenity. In an industry of self-publicists, Dean Martin remained insistently unknowable.
That quality gave him charisma while marking him as a lightweight, made him seem absurdly passe by the mid-'70s while giving him a weird, nearly existential purity in his final decades. Slackers may be sipping martinis and neo-hipsters like Greg Mangus might be singing Martinesquely, but there was no Bennett-style comeback for Martin; in fact, he sourly bailed out of a 1988 reunion tour with Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr. after hollering "I wanna go home!" from the stage and flicking a lit cigarette butt into the audience. His ex-wife Jeanne, to whom he was married for 23 years, once sighed, "There's either nothing under there or too much." Nick Tosches' 1992 biography, Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams, calls him a menefreghista, Italian for "one who simply does not give a f---."
Born Dino Paul Crocetti on June 17, 1917, Martin grew up the son of an immigrant barber in Steubenville, Ohio. He worshipped at the altar of Bing Crosby and made a go at a singing career, mutating from Dino Crocetti to Dino Martini to Dean Martin, and picking up a new nose in the process. In 1946, he and a lantern-jawed comedian named Jerry Lewis began kibitzing in on each other's acts; by the time the duo played Slapsie Maxie's in Los Angeles two years later, they had the industry in their palms.
Sixteen hugely popular Martin and Lewis films followed in seven years, and as the comedian's ambitions ballooned, Martin simmered, despite having a successful recording career on Capitol that crested with the 1953 top hit "That's Amore." By 1956, tired of breakups and makeups with the insecure Lewis, Martin told him, "You can talk about love all you want. To me, you're nothing but a f---ing dollar sign." And he was outta there, pally. Martin never looked back, rarely acknowledging Lewis' existence, while his ex-partner erupted in public outpourings of separation anxiety. (Lewis was too "shattered by grief" to comment on Martin's death, according to Lewis' manager.)
No one thought Martin would make it on his own. Reviews for his first solo film, Ten Thousand Bedrooms, were brutal ("Apart [from Lewis], Mr. Martin is a fellow with little humor and a modicum of charm," said The New York Times). But Martin's ensuing choices were inspired: a GI in The Young Lions opposite Brando, an alcoholic deputy (his best dramatic role) in Rio Bravo.
Then the Rat Pack came calling, offering the position of Frankie Lite alongside Sinatra, Davis, Peter Lawford, and Joey Bishop in movies and Vegas nightclubs. To make his allegiance clear, Martin left Capitol to record on, and financially back, Sinatra's Reprise Records. His apotheosis came in 1964: "Everybody Loves Somebody" knocked the Beatles out of the No. 1 spot, and he starred in Billy Wilder's Kiss Me, Stupid, which epitomized Martin's persona as a lovable, lecherous lush. Condemned by critics and the Catholic Legion of Decency, Stupid was the Showgirls of its day, yet its acrid playboy nihilism may be the closest he came to a personal statement.
The next year saw the debut of The Dean Martin Show, a variety program that ran for nine successful seasons on NBC. Yet pop culture was shifting away from him: The show's va-va-voom chorus line, the Golddiggers, caused the National Organization for Women to give Martin a Keep-Her-in-Her-Place award during the final season. The Matt Helm spy spoof series that began promisingly with 1966's The Silencers quickly ran aground with three limp follow-ups. His records veered toward workaday country; Martin would lay down vocals only after producer Jimmy Bowen had recorded all the other tracks.
The late '70s and '80s saw Martin slope off into halfhearted singing gigs and celebrity roasts featuring the likes of Milton Berle and Foster Brooks--Last Suppers for the borscht belt. After his son Dino Jr., 35, died in a 1987 plane crash, Martin seemed to vanish into himself. He haunted Hollywood restaurants, alone, with an ever-present drink in his hand. "I'm just waiting to die," Paul Anka says Martin told him one night.
But that tragic vision doesn't square. Tragedy necessitates self-knowledge, and indications are that Dean Martin rolled blissfully on the waves of unthinking fortune to the end of his days. "He had no interest in his own life," says biographer Tosches. "He was completely content in his solitude. I wanted him to hit 80. That was the age that Buddha was when he died. I kind of thought of him as an American Buddha."
SECRET OF HAPPINESS
Hey pallies, likes here is more of the Dinobuddha stuff....loves this section for Nick Tosches' Dinobio where our Dino speaks of his secret to happiness.
To view this in it's original geocities format, just clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram. Dinohappily, DMP
SECRET OF HAPPINESS
AMERICAN BUDDHA
"How's it going?" someone asked him at the Riviera Country Country Club one day.
"Beautiful," he said. "It's great. I wake up every morning. Massive bowel movement. The Mexican maid makes me some breakfast. Down to the club here. At least nine holes. A nice lunch. Go home, sit by the TV. The Mexican maid makes me a nice dinner. A few drinks. Go to bed. Wake up the next morning. Another massive bowel movement. Beautiful. This is my life."
from
Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams by Nick Tosches)
To view this in it's original geocities format, just clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram. Dinohappily, DMP
SECRET OF HAPPINESS
AMERICAN BUDDHA
"How's it going?" someone asked him at the Riviera Country Country Club one day.
"Beautiful," he said. "It's great. I wake up every morning. Massive bowel movement. The Mexican maid makes me some breakfast. Down to the club here. At least nine holes. A nice lunch. Go home, sit by the TV. The Mexican maid makes me a nice dinner. A few drinks. Go to bed. Wake up the next morning. Another massive bowel movement. Beautiful. This is my life."
from
Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams by Nick Tosches)
Monday, June 29, 2009
a rigorous, admiring of the way Dean Martin unconsciously — or maybe consciously — deconstructed the medium of television every week o
Hey pallies, likes you all knows how much I loves to read 'bout other famous people who loves our Dino...well I found this New York Times Article tagged....."A Round Peg" by Randy Kennedy (clicks on tagg of this Dinogram to go there)...that shares artist/ writer Dan Graham's passion for our Dino....woulda loves to read the Dinoarticle that he wrote for Fusion Mag or the book "Rock My Religion" that also includes that Dinoessay.
Alas, I was not able to find the article (yet) and the book is long outta print....but you can trust that this Dinoholic wiil keeps on tryin' to find this Dinoprose. Below is the portion of the article that mentions Mr. Graham's facination with our Dino's amazin' persona.
Loves how Graham puts our Dino "in the unlikely company of Brecht and Godard." Likes how very cool to have our Dino compared to other existentialists Likes how wonderful to find such insight into our Dino's persons....likes our great man is always so detached from the world. Dinoadmirin', DMP
He wanted to be a writer, and when this passion united with another for rock music, he began a sporadic career as an odd sort of critic. One of his often-cited pieces, published in the rock magazine Fusion in 1969, wasn’t about music at all; it was a rigorous, admiring deconstruction of the way Dean Martin unconsciously — or maybe consciously — deconstructed the medium of television every week on his variety show through the creation of his shambling, supposedly bourbon-saturated persona.
“The audience is never ‘taken in’ by the myth of Deano’s ‘personality,’ ” Mr. Graham wrote, putting Martin in the unlikely company of Brecht and Godard. “Instead, it is made aware that this is an artifice — the sustaining scaffold necessary to support the premise of the show.”
Alas, I was not able to find the article (yet) and the book is long outta print....but you can trust that this Dinoholic wiil keeps on tryin' to find this Dinoprose. Below is the portion of the article that mentions Mr. Graham's facination with our Dino's amazin' persona.
Loves how Graham puts our Dino "in the unlikely company of Brecht and Godard." Likes how very cool to have our Dino compared to other existentialists Likes how wonderful to find such insight into our Dino's persons....likes our great man is always so detached from the world. Dinoadmirin', DMP
He wanted to be a writer, and when this passion united with another for rock music, he began a sporadic career as an odd sort of critic. One of his often-cited pieces, published in the rock magazine Fusion in 1969, wasn’t about music at all; it was a rigorous, admiring deconstruction of the way Dean Martin unconsciously — or maybe consciously — deconstructed the medium of television every week on his variety show through the creation of his shambling, supposedly bourbon-saturated persona.
“The audience is never ‘taken in’ by the myth of Deano’s ‘personality,’ ” Mr. Graham wrote, putting Martin in the unlikely company of Brecht and Godard. “Instead, it is made aware that this is an artifice — the sustaining scaffold necessary to support the premise of the show.”
..... but he loved Dean Martin.
Hey pallies, loves hearin' other entertainers speak of their Dinolove. At a site tagged p b pulse....with the p b standin' for Palm Beach ....found this great article by Scott Eyman, "Legendary singer Vic Damone loved the art, not the biz," where Mr. Damone speaks of his love of our Dino and tells 'bout a time he and our Dino were golfin' together.
Does so love to hear more and more tales of the life and times of our Dino and Mr. Damone shares a great story with great insight into our great man. Am just sharin' the portion of the article that pertains to our Dino, but to read it all, likes just clicks on tagg of this Dinogram to go there. Dinodevotedly, DMP
On balance, he seems to have respected Sinatra, but he loved Dean Martin. “Dean was the best. He had such charisma on stage. Everybody thinks Dean’s singing model was Crosby. No. It was Harry Mills of the Mills Brothers. That’s who he sang like, and that’s who he idolized.
“One time Dean and I were playing golf with a couple of other guys. They were cheating. I saw it and pointed it out to Dean.
“”They’re cheating,’ I said.
“”I know.’
“”How can you play with them if you know they’re cheating?’
“”It’s OK. After this, we’re playing gin.’ And then I remembered that Dean had started out as a dealer and could make a deck of cards sit up and dance if he wanted to. One way or another, Dean was going to make the money back.”
Does so love to hear more and more tales of the life and times of our Dino and Mr. Damone shares a great story with great insight into our great man. Am just sharin' the portion of the article that pertains to our Dino, but to read it all, likes just clicks on tagg of this Dinogram to go there. Dinodevotedly, DMP
On balance, he seems to have respected Sinatra, but he loved Dean Martin. “Dean was the best. He had such charisma on stage. Everybody thinks Dean’s singing model was Crosby. No. It was Harry Mills of the Mills Brothers. That’s who he sang like, and that’s who he idolized.
“One time Dean and I were playing golf with a couple of other guys. They were cheating. I saw it and pointed it out to Dean.
“”They’re cheating,’ I said.
“”I know.’
“”How can you play with them if you know they’re cheating?’
“”It’s OK. After this, we’re playing gin.’ And then I remembered that Dean had started out as a dealer and could make a deck of cards sit up and dance if he wanted to. One way or another, Dean was going to make the money back.”
A Little Light Relief... our Dino, Vic, and Allen
Hey pallies, our Dino is so so good to this pallie. After readin' 'bout Mr. Damone's love for our Dino, I thought how cool woulda it be if there was a Dinoclip of our Dino and Mr. Vic....well 'nother blogger tagged Mac at her cool blog Mulier Fortis (clicks on tagg of this Dinopost to go there) yesterDinoday posted this classic clip of our Dino and Mr. Vic with Mr. Allen Sherman as well.
So knowin' how much Vic Damone loves our Dino enjoys this stellar clip. Dinosharin', DMP
Sunday, 28 June 2009
A Little Light Relief...
Something or other reminded me about the Camp Granada song, and I decided to have a look on You Tube to see if there was a better version. I got sidetracked by these three - Allan Sherman, Dean Martin and Vic Damone - having a whale of a time...
...it is always great to see people really having fun, and these entertainers are having real difficulty keeping straight faces (and one really can't sing with an attack of the giggles!)
The sound quality isn't brilliant, but be patient.
Posted by Mac McLernon at 28.6.09
So knowin' how much Vic Damone loves our Dino enjoys this stellar clip. Dinosharin', DMP
Sunday, 28 June 2009
A Little Light Relief...
Something or other reminded me about the Camp Granada song, and I decided to have a look on You Tube to see if there was a better version. I got sidetracked by these three - Allan Sherman, Dean Martin and Vic Damone - having a whale of a time...
...it is always great to see people really having fun, and these entertainers are having real difficulty keeping straight faces (and one really can't sing with an attack of the giggles!)
The sound quality isn't brilliant, but be patient.
Posted by Mac McLernon at 28.6.09
It has Dean Martin in it......
Hey pallies, found this cool post by a dude tagged sancerre at the Daily Kos site on the series "The Misadventures of Sheriff Lobo." Clicks on tagg of this Dinopost to goes there.
Well as you Dinoholics will recall our Dino did an episode of that series that was tagged "Dean Martin and the Moon Shiners".....likes what coulda be more appro for our Dino?!??!?
Anyway in this sancerre guy's esteemed opinion the Dinoescapade ranks numero uno in his book...now ain't that the coolest....and as a total Dinoaddict likes I coulda agree with him more....our Dino is always the bestest of the best.
The 10 Best Sheriff Lobo Episodes
by sancerre2001
Share this on Twitter - The 10 Best Sheriff Lobo Episodes Sat Jun 27, 2009 at 02:37:48 PM PDT
It's a trend on Daily Kos that I couldn't resist being a part of.
First we had the 10 Best Simpson's episodes, the Seinfeld, then Buffy.
Well, I can't let Loboheads not have a voice here on Daily Kos.
The following is a list of my 10 favorite Sheriff Lobo episodes. I'll dispense with the synopses, Loboheads know what happened.
Note: this is a very subjective list. Your list will differ, no doubt, and I'll leave out episodes that other Loboheads will think are classics. So be it, that's what comment threads are for.
sancerre2001's diary :: ::
Here we go, sanceree2001's top 10 Sheriff Lobo episodes. Let the controversy begin!
10. Lobo and the Pirates - What can be said about this season 2 gem...sublime, hilarious, thought provoking. Many squad cars are destroyed.
9.The Girls with the Stolen Bodies - If you were to point to a template of the ideal Lobo episode, this would be it. Girls, Bodies, Stolen things. A classic.
8.Who's the Sexiest Girl in the World? - I lurve this episode, which seeks to answer an age old question, how many squad cars can you destroy in one hour?
7.The Big Game (aka The Panhandle Pussycats Come to Orly) The third episode produced, this put Lobo on the map. Unfortunately, the Panhandle Pussycats broke up right after this Lobosode aired, I guess the pressure was too much.
6.Keep on Buckin' - The last episode, sadly, and on many Loboheads list of best ever! If Fellini had been alive at the time, he would have directed this episode, it's that good.
5.Run for the Money (2) [begun on B.J. and the Bear] - The Odyssey of Late 70's TV. Wow, many, many, many squad cars are demolished.
4.The Roller Disco Karate Kaper - One of the many Lobo episodes that capture the spirit of the 70's perfectly.
3. The Day That Shark Ate Lobo - The one that started the whole Lobo phenomenom. Remember Lobomania, this is the episode that started it. It rocketed straight to #51 in the Nielson ratings.
2.The Senator Votes Absentee - I'm a politics junkie, and this is 60 minutes of pure politics, and squad car destruction. Put this Lobosode up with Mr. Smith Goes To Washington and All The Presidents Men.
1.Dean Martin and the Moonshiners - What can I add to the pages and pages of scholarship devoted to Dean Martin and the Moonshiners? Nothing. Let me just say, this is the best thing ever produced in the southern-based, squad car destroying, Waylon Jennings theme songing, chimpanzee starring, short-short wearing genre. It has Dean Martin in it for God's sake.
Well as you Dinoholics will recall our Dino did an episode of that series that was tagged "Dean Martin and the Moon Shiners".....likes what coulda be more appro for our Dino?!??!?
Anyway in this sancerre guy's esteemed opinion the Dinoescapade ranks numero uno in his book...now ain't that the coolest....and as a total Dinoaddict likes I coulda agree with him more....our Dino is always the bestest of the best.
The 10 Best Sheriff Lobo Episodes
by sancerre2001
Share this on Twitter - The 10 Best Sheriff Lobo Episodes Sat Jun 27, 2009 at 02:37:48 PM PDT
It's a trend on Daily Kos that I couldn't resist being a part of.
First we had the 10 Best Simpson's episodes, the Seinfeld, then Buffy.
Well, I can't let Loboheads not have a voice here on Daily Kos.
The following is a list of my 10 favorite Sheriff Lobo episodes. I'll dispense with the synopses, Loboheads know what happened.
Note: this is a very subjective list. Your list will differ, no doubt, and I'll leave out episodes that other Loboheads will think are classics. So be it, that's what comment threads are for.
sancerre2001's diary :: ::
Here we go, sanceree2001's top 10 Sheriff Lobo episodes. Let the controversy begin!
10. Lobo and the Pirates - What can be said about this season 2 gem...sublime, hilarious, thought provoking. Many squad cars are destroyed.
9.The Girls with the Stolen Bodies - If you were to point to a template of the ideal Lobo episode, this would be it. Girls, Bodies, Stolen things. A classic.
8.Who's the Sexiest Girl in the World? - I lurve this episode, which seeks to answer an age old question, how many squad cars can you destroy in one hour?
7.The Big Game (aka The Panhandle Pussycats Come to Orly) The third episode produced, this put Lobo on the map. Unfortunately, the Panhandle Pussycats broke up right after this Lobosode aired, I guess the pressure was too much.
6.Keep on Buckin' - The last episode, sadly, and on many Loboheads list of best ever! If Fellini had been alive at the time, he would have directed this episode, it's that good.
5.Run for the Money (2) [begun on B.J. and the Bear] - The Odyssey of Late 70's TV. Wow, many, many, many squad cars are demolished.
4.The Roller Disco Karate Kaper - One of the many Lobo episodes that capture the spirit of the 70's perfectly.
3. The Day That Shark Ate Lobo - The one that started the whole Lobo phenomenom. Remember Lobomania, this is the episode that started it. It rocketed straight to #51 in the Nielson ratings.
2.The Senator Votes Absentee - I'm a politics junkie, and this is 60 minutes of pure politics, and squad car destruction. Put this Lobosode up with Mr. Smith Goes To Washington and All The Presidents Men.
1.Dean Martin and the Moonshiners - What can I add to the pages and pages of scholarship devoted to Dean Martin and the Moonshiners? Nothing. Let me just say, this is the best thing ever produced in the southern-based, squad car destroying, Waylon Jennings theme songing, chimpanzee starring, short-short wearing genre. It has Dean Martin in it for God's sake.
Dean Martin and the Moonshiners...The Missadventures of Sheriff Lobo
Hey pallies, after postin' 'bout the Dinoclassic Dinoepisode of "Dean Martin and the Moonshiners" bein' the best of the best of "The Misadventures of Sheriff Lobo"...I found the whole episode at youtube...so enjoys seein' our Dino's and the Sheriff...
Never ever have seen this before, so so lookin' Dinoforward to this Dinotreat.... Dinodiggin', DMP
Never ever have seen this before, so so lookin' Dinoforward to this Dinotreat.... Dinodiggin', DMP
Saturday, June 27, 2009
This Swinger Is Dean Martin's Son, Dorothy Hamill's Man and Maybe the Next Robert Redford
Hey pallies, and here is an earlier article from People 'bout Dino's beloved boypallie Dino Jr. In this piece of Dino prose we read some cool insights into our Dino by Dino Jr. includin' the one shared by Nick Tosches in his stellar Dinobio..."I don't know him very well. We have never had a tremendous heart-to-heart conversation." And there is so much more here as well such as Dino Jr.'s perspective on smokin' grass..."It thuds me out, and tennis means more to me than getting high."
So enjoys learnin' more 'bout our great man's great boypallie. And, as Dinousual, just clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram to go to the original site. Dinodevotedly, DMP
November 06, 1978 Vol. 10 No. 19
This Swinger Is Dean Martin's Son, Dorothy Hamill's Man and Maybe the Next Robert RedfordBy Martha Smilgis
If Dean Paul Martin, 26, has a fantasy about proving himself to the old man, it would be to wind up on Dino's TV dais—but as a tennis star rather than showbiz roastee. In fact, young Dino is so gone on the game that when producer Bob (Love Story) Evans asked him to star opposite his own ex-wife Ali MacGraw in the upcoming tennis film Players, Dean hesitated. "I'm just starting to cook with my game, and I've waited years for this," he explained. "This" was a two-year contract to play in the World Team Tennis league and a global ranking of about 250th at best. Actually, he's probably won more clippings for dating skating star Dorothy Hamill than for his skill on the courts, and Evans, a onetime actor himself, persuaded Martin to test. "They liked my look with Ali," allows Dean, who then accepted the role as long as he could stay for at least half the WTT season. "Dean would rather be Björn Borg than Robert Redford," puzzles Evans, "but I think he will be Redford."
"People assume that because of my father I would naturally fall into the entertainment world," says Dean. Raised in Beverly Hills, he is the oldest of three children from Dino Martin's second of three marriages. Dean got his blond, blue-eyed looks from his mother, Jeanne Biegger, and his footwork from Pop (who boxed at 15 as Kid Crocetti and later played baseball). "He taught me smoothness, a nonpanic, play-deliberate attitude," says Dean. "He is not as out-to-lunch as his image makes him. The truth is that he is very complex. If he drank as much as everyone says he does, he would be dead." Then Dino's son adds ruefully: "I don't know him very well. We have never had a tremendous heart-to-heart conversation."
Early on, the boy suffered the trauma of being a celebrity brat, and sports became his way to prove himself to his peers. By 11, he was being coached by tennis ace Pancho Segura, now Jimmy Connors' mentor. At 13, Dean abandoned the junior tourney trail to form a teenybop rock group—Dino, Desi and Billy—with Desi Arnaz Jr. and Billy Hinsche (later with the Beach Boys). They, incredibly, had several hits (remember I'm a Fool?), but Dean still regrets the interruption. "When I was out there rocking and rolling, Connors, Gottfried and Stockton were in the semis and quarters," he laments. Later at UCLA, Dean was on the same NCAA championship squad with Connors. Then, at 19, Dean dropped out of college to marry British actress Olivia (Death on the Nile) Hussey. They were divorced within four years. "If you have to go through such a thing, we did it the best possible way," he reflects. "There is no bitterness."
A versatile jock, Dean along the way played wide receiver ("extremely wide") on the semipro Las Vegas Casinos football team. "We weren't good, but we were real dirty," he laughs. Later he was recruited by the now defunct World Football League but instead returned to college, this time at USC, for premed and more tennis. "Pancho told me in tennis I had a chance, albeit slim," he says. "In football I could be over and done in one game."
In 1974 Dean was arrested for possession of unregistered World War II guns. He pleaded guilty, explaining that he started his $30,000 collection when he was 12 but failed to keep up with registration laws. "Patty Hearst was running around then," he recalls. "They tried to link me to subversive groups. They got me because they wanted someone with a name." The collection, most of which he got back, is now crated in his mother's cellar. "There was a lot going down in Beverly Hills when I was growing up. A lot of kids didn't make it through the drug era," observes Dean, who credits athletics with saving him. Nowadays he won't even smoke grass. "It thuds me out, and tennis means more to me than getting high."
Home is a one-bedroom apartment in Phoenix, where his WTT club, the Racquets, is based. When back in L.A. he shares a Beverly Hills cliff-hanger with Desi Arnaz Jr., who introduced Dean to his lady of the last two years. "I didn't really mean to get involved with Hamill," Dean admits, "because the less distraction the better." Nevertheless, she has visited him on his Players location once for a week, and he waxes smitten. "To be No. 1 you have to have a fanatical attitude. Dorothy will be up and at the rink at 5:30 in the morning." Not exactly his father's son, Dean doesn't drink and practices tennis six fevered hours a day.
Though Bob Evans has signed him to a five-picture deal, Dean insists, "I've got to concentrate on tennis now, films later." But there are times he mulls the not-so-harsh reality: "I'm not thrilled with movies," he says, "but I can make more in a year acting than either Connors or Borg did playing."
So enjoys learnin' more 'bout our great man's great boypallie. And, as Dinousual, just clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram to go to the original site. Dinodevotedly, DMP
November 06, 1978 Vol. 10 No. 19
This Swinger Is Dean Martin's Son, Dorothy Hamill's Man and Maybe the Next Robert RedfordBy Martha Smilgis
If Dean Paul Martin, 26, has a fantasy about proving himself to the old man, it would be to wind up on Dino's TV dais—but as a tennis star rather than showbiz roastee. In fact, young Dino is so gone on the game that when producer Bob (Love Story) Evans asked him to star opposite his own ex-wife Ali MacGraw in the upcoming tennis film Players, Dean hesitated. "I'm just starting to cook with my game, and I've waited years for this," he explained. "This" was a two-year contract to play in the World Team Tennis league and a global ranking of about 250th at best. Actually, he's probably won more clippings for dating skating star Dorothy Hamill than for his skill on the courts, and Evans, a onetime actor himself, persuaded Martin to test. "They liked my look with Ali," allows Dean, who then accepted the role as long as he could stay for at least half the WTT season. "Dean would rather be Björn Borg than Robert Redford," puzzles Evans, "but I think he will be Redford."
"People assume that because of my father I would naturally fall into the entertainment world," says Dean. Raised in Beverly Hills, he is the oldest of three children from Dino Martin's second of three marriages. Dean got his blond, blue-eyed looks from his mother, Jeanne Biegger, and his footwork from Pop (who boxed at 15 as Kid Crocetti and later played baseball). "He taught me smoothness, a nonpanic, play-deliberate attitude," says Dean. "He is not as out-to-lunch as his image makes him. The truth is that he is very complex. If he drank as much as everyone says he does, he would be dead." Then Dino's son adds ruefully: "I don't know him very well. We have never had a tremendous heart-to-heart conversation."
Early on, the boy suffered the trauma of being a celebrity brat, and sports became his way to prove himself to his peers. By 11, he was being coached by tennis ace Pancho Segura, now Jimmy Connors' mentor. At 13, Dean abandoned the junior tourney trail to form a teenybop rock group—Dino, Desi and Billy—with Desi Arnaz Jr. and Billy Hinsche (later with the Beach Boys). They, incredibly, had several hits (remember I'm a Fool?), but Dean still regrets the interruption. "When I was out there rocking and rolling, Connors, Gottfried and Stockton were in the semis and quarters," he laments. Later at UCLA, Dean was on the same NCAA championship squad with Connors. Then, at 19, Dean dropped out of college to marry British actress Olivia (Death on the Nile) Hussey. They were divorced within four years. "If you have to go through such a thing, we did it the best possible way," he reflects. "There is no bitterness."
A versatile jock, Dean along the way played wide receiver ("extremely wide") on the semipro Las Vegas Casinos football team. "We weren't good, but we were real dirty," he laughs. Later he was recruited by the now defunct World Football League but instead returned to college, this time at USC, for premed and more tennis. "Pancho told me in tennis I had a chance, albeit slim," he says. "In football I could be over and done in one game."
In 1974 Dean was arrested for possession of unregistered World War II guns. He pleaded guilty, explaining that he started his $30,000 collection when he was 12 but failed to keep up with registration laws. "Patty Hearst was running around then," he recalls. "They tried to link me to subversive groups. They got me because they wanted someone with a name." The collection, most of which he got back, is now crated in his mother's cellar. "There was a lot going down in Beverly Hills when I was growing up. A lot of kids didn't make it through the drug era," observes Dean, who credits athletics with saving him. Nowadays he won't even smoke grass. "It thuds me out, and tennis means more to me than getting high."
Home is a one-bedroom apartment in Phoenix, where his WTT club, the Racquets, is based. When back in L.A. he shares a Beverly Hills cliff-hanger with Desi Arnaz Jr., who introduced Dean to his lady of the last two years. "I didn't really mean to get involved with Hamill," Dean admits, "because the less distraction the better." Nevertheless, she has visited him on his Players location once for a week, and he waxes smitten. "To be No. 1 you have to have a fanatical attitude. Dorothy will be up and at the rink at 5:30 in the morning." Not exactly his father's son, Dean doesn't drink and practices tennis six fevered hours a day.
Though Bob Evans has signed him to a five-picture deal, Dean insists, "I've got to concentrate on tennis now, films later." But there are times he mulls the not-so-harsh reality: "I'm not thrilled with movies," he says, "but I can make more in a year acting than either Connors or Borg did playing."
Move Over, Charles and Di—Dorothy Hamill and Dean Paul Martin Plot a Royal Wedding L.A.-Style
Hey pallies, likes I have been doin' some more googlin' of our Dino and was so thrilled to find two more articles 'bout our Dino's beloved boypallie at People Mag.
This one is 'bout the upcomin' marriage of Dino Jr. to Miss Dorothy Hamill. Lots of cool details 'bout Dino Jr. and his relationship with Miss Dorothy...loves learnin' more 'bout our Dino and Family Martin...especially Dino Jr....the apple of our Dino's eye.
As usual, to read this in it's original form, just clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram. Dinolearnin', DMP
January 11, 1982 Vol. 17 No. 1
Move Over, Charles and Di—Dorothy Hamill and Dean Paul Martin Plot a Royal Wedding L.A.-StyleBy Suzanne Adelson
Famous skater Dorothy Hamill, 25, and famous son Dean Paul Martin, 30, have been going together longer than many people in Hollywood stay married—five years. But until now their romance has seemed so quiet it has left gossip columnists grasping for items. He's nice, she's nice. He's handsome, she's pretty. He's pensive and shy, she's giggly and shy. About the worst you can say about them is that Dorothy went through a brief temperamental period in 1976 trying to cope with success after the Winter Olympics in Innsbruck, and Dean has already had more careers than his father has had wives.
This Friday, though, the ice princess from Connecticut and her beau are scheduled to make news in a big way—a grand old-fashioned Hollywood wedding at All Saints Episcopal Church in Beverly Hills. Besides family, the guest list features names like Frank Sinatra, Kenny Rogers, Lucille Ball, Desi Arnaz Sr. and Jr., Milton Berle, Rod and Alana Stewart, Vitas Gerulaitis, Jimmy Connors and Ali MacGraw. About the only famous friends not invited are Ronald and Nancy Reagan, who were Dorothy's former neighbors in Pacific Palisades. "On the one hand, we felt it would be impossible for him to attend," she explains, "and on the other, if he did, it would ruin the whole thing—all that publicity and security."
Dorothy and Dean are, in short, as close as Hollywood can come to a royal couple. After a 10-day honeymoon—"near the ice," Dorothy reports, "somewhere like Sun Valley or Lake Tahoe"—she will be off to the New Jersey Meadowlands with Ice Capades, while he will plunge into talks with ABC execs in L.A. about a possible TV series. "I've made a commitment to concentrate on my career as an entertainer," says Dean. "I want to be home-based now." Their new home is an enviable base: a dazzling two-bedroom wood-and-glass house on a hill in Benedict Canyon. Dean is also committed to one weekend a month with the California Air National Guard, having earned his pilot's wings last year. Both he and Dorothy hope to minimize the chronic schedule conflicts that have plagued their relationship from the start. "I once gave us only a 50-50 chance of making it," Dean says. "But the bottom line is that we've always wanted to be together. And I hope and believe that will stay true for us for a long time."
Their first date was a classic example of what movie scripters call "meeting cute." His best pal, Desi Jr., had read that Hamill, fresh from the '76 Olympics, was in L.A. Knowing that Dean was interested, Desi called her, got a date for dinner and asked if he could bring a friend along. Midway through dinner he went table-hopping, leaving Dorothy and Dean staring into each other's eyes, though not in rapture. "There Dean and I sat, two painfully shy people twiddling our thumbs and not knowing what to say—especially me," Dorothy recalls. "I thought Dean was so handsome and funny and sweet and I said to myself, 'He can have any girl he wants, so I know this won't lead to anything.' " But then a dance together broke the ice, and the next night they dined without Desi.
Dean and Dorothy grew up literally and figuratively a continent apart. She was born in wealthy, conservative Riverside, Conn., where her father, Chalmers, is a Pitney Bowes executive. She has been concentrating on skating since she was 8 years old. She won the U.S. Novice Ladies Championship at 12, and at 15 she and her mother, Carol, moved to Denver to be near her coach. At 19, she soared into the world's hearts with her winning smile and form at the Olympics and immediately turned pro. The pressures that followed were so intense she wound up with a bleeding ulcer. In all those years of training, almost her only nonskating interest was boys. "I was always falling in and out of love," Dorothy says. "I was engaged when I was 16 to the first guy I ever dated, but my father told him I was too young."
In contrast to her single-mindedness, Dean has tried at least six callings. At 13, he, Desi Jr. and Billy Hinsche formed a teenybop group called Dino, Desi and Billy and almost immediately hit the rock music charts. Later, as a student at UCLA, he played on the NCAA championship tennis team with pal Jimmy Connors, then dropped out and eventually turned pro, working his way up to 115 in the circuit rankings. In 1979 he starred in a tennis movie, Players, with Ali MacGraw. Along the way he was a semipro football player and auto racer who dropped into and out of premed and aeronautical engineering programs at USC. His first marriage, at 19, to actress Olivia Hussey ended amicably after four years; their son, Alexander, now 8, lives with Olivia and her second husband. That experience is one reason Dean was in no hurry to try again. "When you go through a failed marriage," he says, "you're wary about getting involved again."
His romance with Dorothy had more rough patches than most people knew. "We had rocky moments not being able to be together," Dean says. "I became an Ice Capades groupie when I was off the tennis circuit. And it was difficult for Dorothy because my tour was in Europe and the Orient for months at a time." She agrees: "I'd get so lonesome, especially in the summer. That was my slack period and he was always off somewhere. I was mad and bored and upset." Her parents, moreover, were wary of him. "You see what he looks like—not too shabby, huh?" says Dorothy. "And he had this reputation as a Hollywood playboy." But Dorothy's parents have long since come around, and Dean Martin Sr. is delighted. "I'm crazy about her," he cracks. "Look how close she is to the ice."
In Dean Jr., caution seems almost a matter of principle. "He thinks too much," says Dorothy. "That's the thing that bothers me most." In fact, he never did pop the question exactly. "It was a quiet evening in his apartment in West Hollywood," she recalls. "He had his wallet and keys and sunglasses and appointment book in his usual neat pile on his dresser and I saw this little black box. He said, 'That's for you,' and I said, 'Little black boxes frighten me.' But he made me open it and there was a ring and then I said, 'I guess I'm getting married, huh?' He's the most unromantic person in the world." (The ring, though, was extravagant—four baguette diamonds in a gold setting.)
"I fell head over heels in love with Dean from the very beginning," Dorothy says. "But it took a long time for him to feel that way. I don't think he was too sure about me for a long time. I still don't think he's too sure about me." Laughing, Dean interrupts: "But it's too late now."
This one is 'bout the upcomin' marriage of Dino Jr. to Miss Dorothy Hamill. Lots of cool details 'bout Dino Jr. and his relationship with Miss Dorothy...loves learnin' more 'bout our Dino and Family Martin...especially Dino Jr....the apple of our Dino's eye.
As usual, to read this in it's original form, just clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram. Dinolearnin', DMP
January 11, 1982 Vol. 17 No. 1
Move Over, Charles and Di—Dorothy Hamill and Dean Paul Martin Plot a Royal Wedding L.A.-StyleBy Suzanne Adelson
Famous skater Dorothy Hamill, 25, and famous son Dean Paul Martin, 30, have been going together longer than many people in Hollywood stay married—five years. But until now their romance has seemed so quiet it has left gossip columnists grasping for items. He's nice, she's nice. He's handsome, she's pretty. He's pensive and shy, she's giggly and shy. About the worst you can say about them is that Dorothy went through a brief temperamental period in 1976 trying to cope with success after the Winter Olympics in Innsbruck, and Dean has already had more careers than his father has had wives.
This Friday, though, the ice princess from Connecticut and her beau are scheduled to make news in a big way—a grand old-fashioned Hollywood wedding at All Saints Episcopal Church in Beverly Hills. Besides family, the guest list features names like Frank Sinatra, Kenny Rogers, Lucille Ball, Desi Arnaz Sr. and Jr., Milton Berle, Rod and Alana Stewart, Vitas Gerulaitis, Jimmy Connors and Ali MacGraw. About the only famous friends not invited are Ronald and Nancy Reagan, who were Dorothy's former neighbors in Pacific Palisades. "On the one hand, we felt it would be impossible for him to attend," she explains, "and on the other, if he did, it would ruin the whole thing—all that publicity and security."
Dorothy and Dean are, in short, as close as Hollywood can come to a royal couple. After a 10-day honeymoon—"near the ice," Dorothy reports, "somewhere like Sun Valley or Lake Tahoe"—she will be off to the New Jersey Meadowlands with Ice Capades, while he will plunge into talks with ABC execs in L.A. about a possible TV series. "I've made a commitment to concentrate on my career as an entertainer," says Dean. "I want to be home-based now." Their new home is an enviable base: a dazzling two-bedroom wood-and-glass house on a hill in Benedict Canyon. Dean is also committed to one weekend a month with the California Air National Guard, having earned his pilot's wings last year. Both he and Dorothy hope to minimize the chronic schedule conflicts that have plagued their relationship from the start. "I once gave us only a 50-50 chance of making it," Dean says. "But the bottom line is that we've always wanted to be together. And I hope and believe that will stay true for us for a long time."
Their first date was a classic example of what movie scripters call "meeting cute." His best pal, Desi Jr., had read that Hamill, fresh from the '76 Olympics, was in L.A. Knowing that Dean was interested, Desi called her, got a date for dinner and asked if he could bring a friend along. Midway through dinner he went table-hopping, leaving Dorothy and Dean staring into each other's eyes, though not in rapture. "There Dean and I sat, two painfully shy people twiddling our thumbs and not knowing what to say—especially me," Dorothy recalls. "I thought Dean was so handsome and funny and sweet and I said to myself, 'He can have any girl he wants, so I know this won't lead to anything.' " But then a dance together broke the ice, and the next night they dined without Desi.
Dean and Dorothy grew up literally and figuratively a continent apart. She was born in wealthy, conservative Riverside, Conn., where her father, Chalmers, is a Pitney Bowes executive. She has been concentrating on skating since she was 8 years old. She won the U.S. Novice Ladies Championship at 12, and at 15 she and her mother, Carol, moved to Denver to be near her coach. At 19, she soared into the world's hearts with her winning smile and form at the Olympics and immediately turned pro. The pressures that followed were so intense she wound up with a bleeding ulcer. In all those years of training, almost her only nonskating interest was boys. "I was always falling in and out of love," Dorothy says. "I was engaged when I was 16 to the first guy I ever dated, but my father told him I was too young."
In contrast to her single-mindedness, Dean has tried at least six callings. At 13, he, Desi Jr. and Billy Hinsche formed a teenybop group called Dino, Desi and Billy and almost immediately hit the rock music charts. Later, as a student at UCLA, he played on the NCAA championship tennis team with pal Jimmy Connors, then dropped out and eventually turned pro, working his way up to 115 in the circuit rankings. In 1979 he starred in a tennis movie, Players, with Ali MacGraw. Along the way he was a semipro football player and auto racer who dropped into and out of premed and aeronautical engineering programs at USC. His first marriage, at 19, to actress Olivia Hussey ended amicably after four years; their son, Alexander, now 8, lives with Olivia and her second husband. That experience is one reason Dean was in no hurry to try again. "When you go through a failed marriage," he says, "you're wary about getting involved again."
His romance with Dorothy had more rough patches than most people knew. "We had rocky moments not being able to be together," Dean says. "I became an Ice Capades groupie when I was off the tennis circuit. And it was difficult for Dorothy because my tour was in Europe and the Orient for months at a time." She agrees: "I'd get so lonesome, especially in the summer. That was my slack period and he was always off somewhere. I was mad and bored and upset." Her parents, moreover, were wary of him. "You see what he looks like—not too shabby, huh?" says Dorothy. "And he had this reputation as a Hollywood playboy." But Dorothy's parents have long since come around, and Dean Martin Sr. is delighted. "I'm crazy about her," he cracks. "Look how close she is to the ice."
In Dean Jr., caution seems almost a matter of principle. "He thinks too much," says Dorothy. "That's the thing that bothers me most." In fact, he never did pop the question exactly. "It was a quiet evening in his apartment in West Hollywood," she recalls. "He had his wallet and keys and sunglasses and appointment book in his usual neat pile on his dresser and I saw this little black box. He said, 'That's for you,' and I said, 'Little black boxes frighten me.' But he made me open it and there was a ring and then I said, 'I guess I'm getting married, huh?' He's the most unromantic person in the world." (The ring, though, was extravagant—four baguette diamonds in a gold setting.)
"I fell head over heels in love with Dean from the very beginning," Dorothy says. "But it took a long time for him to feel that way. I don't think he was too sure about me for a long time. I still don't think he's too sure about me." Laughing, Dean interrupts: "But it's too late now."
The John Boehner ...as if he were Dean Martin during Rat Pack reunion on the stage of the Sands.
Hey pallies, as Dinofaithful readers know I tries to keep ilovedinomartin apolitico...but does likes to share Dinorefs from all over the Dinospectrum as on occasion even in the political arena.
Well here is a cool Dinoref 'bout Ohio representative John Boehner who previously in this blogg has been referred to as the Dean Martin on Capitol Hill. As you recall Mr. Boehner and our Dino have much in common...both comes from Ohio, both loves to play golf, and both loves their smokes...
This comes from a cool post by Glenn Thrush on the Politico blogg...just clicks on tagg of this Dinopost to go there. Loves seein' the name of our Dino lifted up in so many many Dinodifferent Dinoways... Dinolovin', DMP
June 26, 2009
Categories: Energy
The John Boehner Experience UPDATED
UPDATE: It's over after an hour.
John Boehner is doing his version of a filibuster on the climate bill, cheered by a loose and happy handful of GOP diehards egging him on as if he were Dean Martin during Rat Pack reunion on the stage of the Sands.
Right now, he's about halfway through his dramatic reading of the 300-plus page "manager's amendment" of the bill, cycling through the fine print in a gravelly Midwesterner's voice — unencumbered by any time limits under arcane House custom.
Speaker Nancy Pelosi appeared momentarily on the floor and left quickly, wearing an arctic white pantsuit, perhaps to represent the purity of a more promising environmental future.
There's a serious undertone here: The Democrats probably have the votes needed for passage, but some Dems have e-mailed me, nervous about how long they could hold the line if the minority leader keeps at it for a few more hours.
"This won't last too long," joked a Democratic aide, "He's got to take a break for a smoke."
Early on, Boehner was interrupted by Energy and Commerce Chairman Henry Waxman (D-Calif.), who asked "Do we have historical records that might be broken tonight in an attempt to try to get some members to leave during a close vote?"
Waxman was referring to last Thursday, when the GOP broke a day-voting record by calling for 53 procedural votes, grinding the House business to halt.
Boehner hit back: "The chairman has had his 30 years to put this bill together," a reference to Waxman's push for a similar bill in the early 1980s.
The California Democrat, known for holding his tongue and biding his time, slumped back into his chair and began working his BlackBerry.
Rep. John Dingell, whom Waxman deposed as the committee's chairman earlier this year, was under no such obligation to remain in the chamber.
About a half an hour into Boehner's spiel, he collected his crutches, winked at a staffer sitting next to him and headed for the exits.
By Glenn Thrush 06:13 PM
Well here is a cool Dinoref 'bout Ohio representative John Boehner who previously in this blogg has been referred to as the Dean Martin on Capitol Hill. As you recall Mr. Boehner and our Dino have much in common...both comes from Ohio, both loves to play golf, and both loves their smokes...
This comes from a cool post by Glenn Thrush on the Politico blogg...just clicks on tagg of this Dinopost to go there. Loves seein' the name of our Dino lifted up in so many many Dinodifferent Dinoways... Dinolovin', DMP
June 26, 2009
Categories: Energy
The John Boehner Experience UPDATED
UPDATE: It's over after an hour.
John Boehner is doing his version of a filibuster on the climate bill, cheered by a loose and happy handful of GOP diehards egging him on as if he were Dean Martin during Rat Pack reunion on the stage of the Sands.
Right now, he's about halfway through his dramatic reading of the 300-plus page "manager's amendment" of the bill, cycling through the fine print in a gravelly Midwesterner's voice — unencumbered by any time limits under arcane House custom.
Speaker Nancy Pelosi appeared momentarily on the floor and left quickly, wearing an arctic white pantsuit, perhaps to represent the purity of a more promising environmental future.
There's a serious undertone here: The Democrats probably have the votes needed for passage, but some Dems have e-mailed me, nervous about how long they could hold the line if the minority leader keeps at it for a few more hours.
"This won't last too long," joked a Democratic aide, "He's got to take a break for a smoke."
Early on, Boehner was interrupted by Energy and Commerce Chairman Henry Waxman (D-Calif.), who asked "Do we have historical records that might be broken tonight in an attempt to try to get some members to leave during a close vote?"
Waxman was referring to last Thursday, when the GOP broke a day-voting record by calling for 53 procedural votes, grinding the House business to halt.
Boehner hit back: "The chairman has had his 30 years to put this bill together," a reference to Waxman's push for a similar bill in the early 1980s.
The California Democrat, known for holding his tongue and biding his time, slumped back into his chair and began working his BlackBerry.
Rep. John Dingell, whom Waxman deposed as the committee's chairman earlier this year, was under no such obligation to remain in the chamber.
About a half an hour into Boehner's spiel, he collected his crutches, winked at a staffer sitting next to him and headed for the exits.
By Glenn Thrush 06:13 PM
Angels In Vegas Part 1
Hey pallies, in lovin' trib to our Dino and Miss Farrah Fawcett, if you clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram you will be able watch the first of two parts of "Angels In Vegas"....the third season opener of "Charle's Angels" that featured our Dino and the Angels that include Miss Farrah.
The pallies who put this up at youtube will not allow this Dinoshow to be embedded on a blogg likes this here ilovedinomartin, so am doin' the next best thin'...aharin' the Dinolink with ya. Stay tuned for the second half of this stellar Dinodrama. Dinodevotedly, DMP
Dean Martin stars as Frank Howell, a struggling casino boss whose closest friends are suffering violent deaths. The Angels travel to Las Vegas and go undercover at the Tropicana to help.
The pallies who put this up at youtube will not allow this Dinoshow to be embedded on a blogg likes this here ilovedinomartin, so am doin' the next best thin'...aharin' the Dinolink with ya. Stay tuned for the second half of this stellar Dinodrama. Dinodevotedly, DMP
Dean Martin stars as Frank Howell, a struggling casino boss whose closest friends are suffering violent deaths. The Angels travel to Las Vegas and go undercover at the Tropicana to help.
Angels In Vegas Part 2
Hey pallies, and likes if you clicks on the tagg of this Dinomessage you can view the second half of Angels In Vegas with our Dino and Miss Farrah. In our Dino, DMP
Dean Martin stars as Frank Howell, a struggling casino boss whose closest friends are suffering violent deaths. The Angels
Dean Martin stars as Frank Howell, a struggling casino boss whose closest friends are suffering violent deaths. The Angels
Friday, June 26, 2009
Picturin' our Dino and Miss Farrah
Hey pallies, did just a bit of quick googlin' to find a pix of our Dino and Miss Farrah together and found this cool shot from "The Cannonball Run." So so happy that our Dino and Miss Farrah gots to work together on this stellar flick as well as that double episode that opened season three of "Charlie's Angels" tagged "Angels In Vegas." So enjoy this pix of our great man and the lovely Miss Farah. Dinosharin', DMP
Rememberin' our Dino and Miss Farrah Fawcett
Hey pallies, a dude tagged Desdinova at the blogg Super Villian Of The Ozarks has honored the memory of Miss Farrah Fawcett by remindin' all of us of that cool clip from "The Cannonball Run" where our Dino and the Sam play priests and our Dino wants to "bless" the patient Miss Farrah." This happens to be the same Dinoclip shared recently in honorin' the memory of Mr. Dom DeLuise.
To read the trib to Miss Farrah in the original, likes just clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram. And enjoys the classic Dinoclip rememberin' our Dino and Miss Farrah. Dino-only, DMP
Thursday, June 25, 2009
FARAH FAWCETT DIES AFTER A BATTLE WITH CANCER
My one weakness is blond women. From my junior high crush on a girl named Eunice Moneymaker to my obsession with Paris Hilton, I love well-dressed, blond girls with a lot of long hair. It probably started with Farah Fawcett. She died today at 62 after a brave battle with cancer. Here is the CNN obit.
One of my favorite moments involving Farah is from Cannonball Run. She plays a reporter/environmental activist ("I just LOVE trees!") investigating the cross-country Cannonball Race. She winds up in the ambulance driven by Burt Reynolds and Dom Deluise. She puts up a fuss so they have their doctor, played by Jack Elam, to give her laughing gas to calm her down. They wind up stopped by a car driven Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Junior, who are disguised as priest. Dean Martin realizes that Burt Reynolds is using the ambulance as a disguise as well. Reynolds tells him they have to get their "patient" to a hospital. Martin insist on looking in the back of the ambulance saying he has to "bless the patient." Reynolds opens the door where Farah lays zonked out and giggling on laughing gas. Dean Martin exclaims "OH, I'VE GOT TO BLESS HER!"
God bless you, Farah.
Posted by Desdinova at 7:34 PM
To read the trib to Miss Farrah in the original, likes just clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram. And enjoys the classic Dinoclip rememberin' our Dino and Miss Farrah. Dino-only, DMP
Thursday, June 25, 2009
FARAH FAWCETT DIES AFTER A BATTLE WITH CANCER
My one weakness is blond women. From my junior high crush on a girl named Eunice Moneymaker to my obsession with Paris Hilton, I love well-dressed, blond girls with a lot of long hair. It probably started with Farah Fawcett. She died today at 62 after a brave battle with cancer. Here is the CNN obit.
One of my favorite moments involving Farah is from Cannonball Run. She plays a reporter/environmental activist ("I just LOVE trees!") investigating the cross-country Cannonball Race. She winds up in the ambulance driven by Burt Reynolds and Dom Deluise. She puts up a fuss so they have their doctor, played by Jack Elam, to give her laughing gas to calm her down. They wind up stopped by a car driven Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Junior, who are disguised as priest. Dean Martin realizes that Burt Reynolds is using the ambulance as a disguise as well. Reynolds tells him they have to get their "patient" to a hospital. Martin insist on looking in the back of the ambulance saying he has to "bless the patient." Reynolds opens the door where Farah lays zonked out and giggling on laughing gas. Dean Martin exclaims "OH, I'VE GOT TO BLESS HER!"
God bless you, Farah.
Posted by Desdinova at 7:34 PM
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Dean Martin signs autographs at the Crosby Clambake.
Hey pallies, likes had a little bit of time to do some google Dinopixs Dinosearchin' and this is the Dinotreasure that I found....
Loves this pix of our Dino signin' autographs at the Bing Crosby Clambake Golf Bash circa January 21, 1966. Loves seein' our Dino surrounded by such devoted fans all hopin' to greet and met our great man and gets his signature...how I wish that I woulda been there that Dinoday.... Clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram to read 'bout this golf event and see the pix in it's orignal form. Dinosharin', DMP
Dean Martin signs autographs at the Crosby Clambake. January 21, 1966
©1965/2008 Photos from the Vault
Loves this pix of our Dino signin' autographs at the Bing Crosby Clambake Golf Bash circa January 21, 1966. Loves seein' our Dino surrounded by such devoted fans all hopin' to greet and met our great man and gets his signature...how I wish that I woulda been there that Dinoday.... Clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram to read 'bout this golf event and see the pix in it's orignal form. Dinosharin', DMP
Dean Martin signs autographs at the Crosby Clambake. January 21, 1966
©1965/2008 Photos from the Vault
Our Dino by artiste Angelam (USA)
Hey pallies, again from the cool web site "Star Portraits" comes this very nice Dinosketch by an American artiste tagged Angelam....to go to her pad go to... http://www.artwanted.com/artist.cfm?ArtID=8420.
So cool to find some many famous pixs of our Dino bein' reinterpreted by today's up and comin' artistes. To view this in it's original form, just clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram. Dinosharin', DMP
So cool to find some many famous pixs of our Dino bein' reinterpreted by today's up and comin' artistes. To view this in it's original form, just clicks on the tagg of this Dinogram. Dinosharin', DMP
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