Sunday, May 31, 2015

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "El Rancho Grande"

Bienvenidos a amigos mios! Welcome my friends! Haha!!
 Like my Espanola? Haha!!
I bet youse knows where I'm goin' with this already, rite pals?
 Yup! Yes sir-ree! It's time for a little Dino-dose of Dino Latino! Hahaha!!!

Gots us an  AB SO LUTE LY jumpin' Latin styled jam for today's Serenade!
 "El Rancho Grande" comes as a VERY special request from a VERY special Dino-diggin' pal o mine!
Seems she TOTALLY LOVES this crazy tune! Gets her in a "ropin' & a tyin" kinda vibe! Hahaha!!!

Now pallies...what kinda Dino-devoted dude woulds I be if I didn't comply with such a GREAT GREAT request as this?!
 As youse ALL probably knows by now...I simply cants get 'nuff Dino Latino anyways! Haha!!
Don't need to twist this Dean Martin Maniac's arm, pals! Ha!

OK amigos mios...lets grab our ropes & saddles & head down to the ol' "rancho grande" with our cattle herdin'...pinto straddlin' pallie...Senor Martin!
YEEE HAAA cowboys & GIDDIE UP cowgirls!
It's time for some rustlin'...Dino-style! Hahaha!!!

I love to roam out yonder
Out where the buffalo wander
Free as the eagle flying I'm a-roping and a-tying
Give me my ranch and my cattle
Far from the greed city's rattle
Give me a big herd to battle
For I just love herding the cattle
I love to roam out yonder
Out where the buffalo wander
Free as the eagle flying I'm a-roping and a-tying
I'm a-roping and a-tying
Give me my bridle and saddle
And my old pinto I'll straddle
I'll get the cowboys a-riding
Out where the rustlers are hiding
I love to roam out yonder
Out where the buffalo wander
Free as the eagle flying I'm a-roping and a-tying
I'm a-roping and a-tying
Sometimes the winter storms tearing
Set all the cattle a-rearing
But when the winter is over
We're sure enough in the clover
Alla en la rancho grande
Alla donde vivia
Habia una ranche rita
Que alegre me decia
Que alegre me decia

Friday, May 29, 2015

Gettin' Ready For "The Day That Coolness Came To Earth" 2015

Hey pallies, likes as we quickly begin closin'  outta the month of May here at our humble little Dino-conclave ilovedinomartin likes we wanna shares with youse one of what has recently become one of our most fav of fav Dino-poses and we wanna reminds all youse Dino-philes that our most most swankly special cool cool celebratin' all the month of June of "The Day That Coolness Came To Earth" accentin' the 98th anniversary of our most beloved Dino's arrival on our planet on June 7, 1917 is just waitin' to commence on Monday morning.

We here at ilovedinomartin have likes just a ton of purely powerful postin' planned for your Dino-edification and Dino-delight all month long.  In addition we woulds loves to invite all youse diggers of our Dino to create your own personal homage of our main man to share here at ilovedinomartin durin' this very very special month of honorin' the life, the times, and the teachin's of our King of Cool.

Likes you may wanna share a special-to-you Dino-pose with a bit of patter, or pershaps a fav Dino-vid from youtube with a touchin' tribute to our Dino....or anythin' else that your Dino-heart desires to do in honor of our one and only Dino.  It woulda be so so cool to have a number of you Dino-devotees sharin' your personal passion for our Dino with our ilovedinomartin readership.  Simply scribes us at to lets us know you wants in on this Dino-action.  Dino-anticipatin', DMP


Hey pallies, likes today's we're in for the most delightful Dino-treat from our Dino-diggin' pallie Mr. Richard Metzger over at his swingin' site, "Dangerous Minds.  Faithful followers of ilovedinomartin will remember that Metzger is the scriber of one of our most popular posts ever here at our humble little Dino-blog,   "Richard Metzger: The Time I Met Dean Martin" what has received 5,750 hits and his reflections on his childhood passion for our Dino, "When I was a boy, I used to love  the Matt Helm films"   which, by the way includes the full vid of our most beloved Dino bestest of best Helmer, "Murders' Row."

Truly, truly, Richard is a Dino-holic's Dino-holic, so we are most delighted this day to make a return trip to his beau-ti-ful blog for his newest Dino-devotion tagged, "DEAN MARTIN GETS SKEWERED ON ‘THE DEAN MARTIN CELEBRITY ROAST," featurin' powerful pixs 'n prose and full vids of two of the roasts, that of Mr. Johnny Carson, and most importantly the roast of roasts for our Dino himself.

Likes we coulda goes on and on 'bout Metzger's deepest of deep delight in these remarkable romps of roasts, but we thinks it best that you simply indulge in soakin' in Richard's remarks for yourselves.
It is always always the purest of pleasures to share Richard's powerful passion for our King of Cool, and this prose is likes no exception to that Dino-rule.

ilovedinomartin salutes Mr. Richard Metzger for spreadin' more Dino-adulation at his blog, "Dangerous Minds" surely helpin' more and more pallies into the deepest of deep devotion to our one and only Dino.  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.  Always, Dino, Always, DMP


The Dean Martin Celebrity Roast was a spin-off of The Dean Martin Show that allowed ol’ Dino to do a whole lot less work. Not a weekly series but “specials” numbering between seven and nine per year, the show came on the air officially in 1974, although the final season of its predecessor was when the roasts first started. The celeb roasts were incredibly popular with the American public because they were… hilarious and ever so slightly smutty. Virtually every one of them has been posted on YouTube, and I have to confess, I’ve been making my way through a lot of them.

The showbiz tradition of roasts began in the 1920s at the Friars Club in New York. The likes of Milton Berle, Jack Benny, Norm Crosby, Groucho Marx, George Burns and Don Rickles paid vicious and X-rated “tributes” to each other in the private setting of the club, whereas Martin’s televised celebrity roasts were a sanitised version of what went on behind closed doors. Sanitized, yes, but they were still fairly salty for something being piped directly into most American homes during the mid-1970s. Every once in a while a fairly ribald joke would slip through the NBC censors.


The first one I watched was the Johnny Carson roast, which is laugh-out-loud funny the entire way through. I did not intend to watch it (I was looking for something with Groucho Marx, when I stumbled across it) but I got so into it that I simply stopped working and watched the entire thing.

What hooked me was the opening credits. It was jaw-dropping, the star-studded cavalcade of Hollywood hambones taking their seats on the dais: George Burns, Truman Capote, Doc Severinsen, Joey Bishop, Ruth Buzzi, Dom DeLuise, Bob Newhart, Jonathan Winters, Foster Brooks, Dionne Warwick, Rich Little, Senator Barry Goldwater, Bette Davis, Redd Foxx, Jack Benny and naturally roastmaster general Dean Martin himself. From the first two minutes I knew I was in for an intravenous injection of pure unadulterated nuclear-powered CAMPY FUN.

And it was. I can assure you that it did not disappoint. I now watch one of these things on the treadmill practically daily, they’re completely addictive. Where else can you find the likes of Bob Hope, Hubert Humphrey, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Mama Cass, Gene Kelly, Kirk Douglas, Paul Lynde, Nipsey Russell, Vincent Price, Ted Knight, Mort Sahl, Phyllis Diller, Don Rickles, Carol Channing, Slappy White, LaWanda Page, John Wayne, Billy Graham, Flip Wilson, transsexual tennis player Renée Richards, Evel Knievel, Muhammad Ali, Lucille Ball, Charo, Ronald Reagan (as both a roaster and as an “honoree”) Yogi Berra, Jackie Gleason,  Wayland Flowers & Madam, Sherman Hemsley, Billy Crystal, Frank Sinatra, Betty White, Sid Caesar, Milton Berle, Angie Dickinson and Orson fucking Welles insulting each other?


Mull that over for a moment when you’re deciding what to watch tonight. Mix and match those folks into fifty plus configurations (it was always more or less the same crew, with certain characters like Jackie Gayle, Joey Bishop and the incomparable comic drunk Foster Brooks showing up slightly more often than others) with the star quality always being quite high, featuring as they did, the greatest comedic talent of the 20th century. (The great Jack Benny can slay an entire audience with naught but a well-placed sigh. When he opens his mouth, even with so-so material, you experience the stand-up comedy equivalent of a concert violinist like Jascha Heifetz. George Burns also kills every time he’s on.). There’s hours of this stuff to wade through. Be warned that some are better than others. Often the participants weren’t even in the same room (let alone the same city!). Sometimes certain speakers were taped in an empty studio, with canned laughter added later.

A good place to start is the “special” two-hour special when Dean Martin himself is the “honoree.” Hosted by Don Rickles, so you know damned well this is going to be good before you even hit play. Be prepared for a day of low-productivity and lots of laughs.

Posted by Richard Metzger

Thursday, May 28, 2015

But “Dino” suffered a kick to the head

Hey pallies, likes today's Dino-gram from the annals of the all-thin's-entertainment feast of a blog, "The Moveable Fest" is one of those great Dino-finds that we missed first time 'round when posted in 2012 and recently resurfaced while doin' our almost daily 20 or so pages of google Dino-blog searchin'.

Scribed by Mr. Stephen Saito, it is a remarkable reflection on, as Saito has tagged it, "NINE GREAT UNREALIZED FILMS FROM SCOTT, NOLAN, SCORSESE AND OTHER NOTABLE CONTEMPORARY FILMMAKERS."  And, likes indeed the ultimate "unrealized" Dino-bio based on superb scriber Mr. Nick Tosches' magnificant missive of absolutely awesome adulation of our most beloved Dino, "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Living," is one of the nine unfilmed flicks reflected 'pon.

Saito's powerful paragraph on the shelved Dino, only makes us yearn ever more to somehow, someway see Tosches' incredibly insightful Dino-tome yet makes it to the big screen.  As the Dino-light continues to grow and glow ever Dino-brighter day by day, there couldn't possibly be a better time to have this Dino-tale reach the big screen.  Indeed, with the 100th anniversary of our Dino's entry onto the planet just a couple of years would be the most excellent time to see "DINO" gets casted and shot.

We thanks Mr. Stephen Saito for includin' our Dino in his illustrious list of unrealized films and says sorry that we didn't get it printed here at ilovedinomartin earlier.  To read his entire prose, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.  Dino-delightedly, DMP


by Stephen Saito

Martin Scorsese – “Dino”

Amidst the 1990s swing of nostalgia for the retro cool of the 1950s, Warner Bros. commissioned a script from “Casino” screenwriter Nicholas Pileggi about the life of Dean Martin, which would reunite Pileggi with director Martin Scorsese. A planned cast of Tom Hanks as Martin, John Travolta as Frank Sinatra, Hugh Grant as Peter Lawford, Adam Sandler as Joey Bishop, and Jim Carrey as Jerry Lewis was lined up for Scorsese's first biopic since 1981's “Raging Bull” But “Dino” suffered a kick to the head when Warner Bros. allowed Scorsese a window to direct “Gangs of New York” for Miramax. Its long and expensive shoot led to the Rat Pack pic being shown the door. Scorsese would fulfill his commitment to Warner Bros. in 2003 by making “The Aviator,” but “Dino” remains on the shelf. He has since suggested he might make a Sinatra biopic instead.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

"And, as I may add, Dean Martin is my favorite."

Hey pallies, likes here's a fun change of Dino-pace.   From a dude tagged "Tyler X71" comes a youtube vid of his latest acquired Dino-treasure.  Seems that Ty found the 2002 Gemmi Dino-animated big head figure over at ebay for a mere $10 bid plus shippin.  We are thrilled to hear Ty proudly, boldly proclaim to his youtube audience...."And, as I may add, Dean Martin is my favorite."
No sweeter words can one Dino-holic here from 'nother.

Ty plays both of the classic Dino-croons that our King of Cool figure sings....first "That's Amore" and then as Ty states..."and for my favorite"..."Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime.  Only problemo is that the string that makes our Dino's mouth open ain't workin', but Ty promises to fix it.

We salute Dino-diggin' Tyler for sharin' his powerfully pure passion for our Dino with us and helpin' to makes the Dino-light glow ever Dino-brighter and brighter!   Dino-delightedly, DMP

Dean Martin - Animated Big Head Figure - Gemmy

Tyler X71

I'm In Love With You: Dean Martin

Hey pallies, likes we rarely shares our personal Dino-reflections here preferrin' to pass on all the 'mazin' massive devotion that is constantly bein' shared all over the 'net, but on Memorial Day we went shoppin' with a pallie at one of those fabulous used bookstores that carries tons and tons of all sorts of media both old and new, and we just have to share the great great treasure of our great great man that we happened to uncover in our Dino-searchin'.

Likes, of course, upon enterin' such an extraordinary emporium of stuff we simply gets off on searchin' for books, dvds and cds accentin' our most beloved Dino.  We started in the bio book section and uncovered nothin' Dino-related.  When it came to dvds we did come 'cross a copy of our Dino's most controversial flick, "Kiss Me Stupid," but likes since we already have a copy we left it for 'nother Dino-phile to discover.  Last, but not least, we checked out the cds and that is where we struck pure pure Dino-gold.

Likes we found a beau-ti-ful boxed set of Dino-croons....4 CDS with 89---count 'em---89 glorious recordin's of our most beloved Dino.  Tagged "dean martin - I'm in love with you" the set is a 2005 import from Membran Music, Germany.  In addition to the discs is a bountiful booklet of Dino-details....and believe it our not dudes....the Dino-patter is scribed in four languages....German, French, Spanish, and English!   We love the mix of pixs and prose on the life and times of our Dino. Likes it even includes some of our Dino's teachin's in the form of  famous Dino-quotations.  It even has a list of all our Dino's big screen efforts.

And, likes the price dudes for all this Dino-pleasure.....$7.99 with a special 20 off for the Memorial Day weekend!  At the price of $6.49 we grabbed both copies available knowin' that our Dino will certainly direct us to giftin' some up and comin' Dino-holic with this Dino-trove of pleasure!
Below is the back cover of the box set listin' all the croons here.  If you clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram you can go over to Amazon where the set is also available.

So, likes pallies, go off on you own Dino-treasure hunt and sees what great Dino-stuff you comes 'cross!  And, likes why not shares your Dino-discoveries with your pallies here at ilovedinomartin?!?!?!?!    Dino-always, ever, and only, DMP

I'm in Love With You Box set, Import
Dean Martin  Format: Audio CD

  • Audio CD (June 13, 2005)
  • Original Release Date: 2010
  • Number of Discs: 4
  • Format: Box set, Import

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

It need hardly be said that Dean Martin’s self-parody is as wickedly perfect as if, well, as if he were born to it.

Hey pallies, likes ravin',  remarkably revelatory  reviews of our Dino's most controversial big screen effort likes keeps pourin' in from all over the 'net even months after the most current release of this coolest of cool classic sex farce on February 17 by Olive Films on both DVD and BlueRay.  It is likes so radically refreshin' to see movie reviewers of all types and stripes finally givin' our Dino his due 50 years after KMS was first screened.

Today's KMS remarks were scribed by in-the-know flick reviewer Mr. Michael Barrett for the media blog "pop MATTERS."  Barrett, "a San Antonio-based freelance writer" in addition to scribin' for PopMatters has since the early 1990's "written a monthly video column for the San Antonio Express-News, and his national publications include Library Journal and the Chicago-based Nostalgia Digest."

Michael with his impressive movie watchin' credentials has incredibly  impressive words to say on this epic of Dino-epics in his review tagged "'Kiss Me, Stupid' Is a Sex Comedy That Follows Up on Its Tease."   Barrett is obviously swankly smitten with the film and it's star, our most beloved Dino, as he opines..... " Everything about it (KMS) works more or less brilliantly.".....and " It need hardly be said that Dean Martin’s self-parody is as wickedly perfect as if, well, as if he were born to it."

We coulda goes on and on 'bout Mr. Michael Barrett's review, but then it would simply keeps you from readin' it yourselves.  So we shouts out our deepest of deep appreciato to him and the pallies at "PopMatters" for drawin' their readership into desirin' to gets hold of "Kiss Me Stupid."  Dino-always, ever, and only, DMP

"Kiss Me, Stupid" Is a Sex Comedy That Follows Up on Its Tease


22 May 2015


cover art

Orville J. Spooner (Ray Walston) gives piano lessons in the desert town of Climax, Nevada, and writes unsuccessful pop songs with the local garage owner, Barney Millsap (Cliff Osmond). Barney’s a big guy full of dreams, fast talk, and an unfailing faith in his own genius, none of it hampered by excessive scruples. Orville, who’s also the church organist, has managed to marry the beautiful and sensible Zelda (Felicia Farr), and the only fly in that ointment is that Orville’s insecurity leads to frenetic fits of jealousy over every man who comes near—the milkman, the dentist, a 14-year-old piano student.

Into this little nest, on the night of Orville and Zelda’s fifth anniversary (30 September), drives Dino (Dean Martin), the famous singer known for wine, women, and traveling with the Rat Pack. He just wants some gas for his little Italian car, but Barney arranges for it to break down so he’ll have to spend the night as Orville’s guest, being plied with food and drink while hearing the duo’s songs. To seal the deal, Barney arranges for Orville to replace Zelda (who’s been sent packing after a contrived argument) with Polly the Pistol, a “waitress” at an infamous local dive called the Belly Button, where it’s rumored there’s “love for sale”. (“Cole Porter,” notes Orville.)

That’s the tip of the navel in Kiss Me, Stupid, a sex farce of masquerades and machinations produced and directed by Billy Wilder, co-written with I.A.L. Diamond. Everything about it works more or less brilliantly. The complicated plot structure of mistaken identities, based on an Italian play by Anna Bonacci, hums along like Dino’s pre-fiddled roadster. Joseph LaShelle’s widescreen black-and-white photography is elegant, placing the characters in long, swirling takes amid Alexandre Trauner’s impeccably tatty sets, edited with spare precision and choice transitions by Daniel Mandell. Andre Previn’s score uses a mock-sinister “jealousy” theme for Walston, while the crazy songs are actually pretty good—no surprise, because they’re Gershwin—Ira, to be specific— who wrote new lyrics for previously unpublished tunes by his late brother George.

All the dialogue is funny, delivered with the right pace and tone by a perfectly chosen cast. Critics in 1964 lamented the series of “dirty” lines, as when Orville shows Polly the house and says “It’s not very large but it’s clean”, and she asks, “What is?” That’s probably the bluest joke. Today it all feels positively Wildean in comparison to a random Seth Rogen joint.

It need hardly be said that Dean Martin’s self-parody is as wickedly perfect as if, well, as if he were born to it. He’s in prime form on stage in the Las Vegas sequence (filmed at one of his actual shows), and he really does know how to make a corny song sound good. He breezed his way through a lot of self-parodic nonsense at the time—heck, self-parody was his entire persona—but this is the one with bite. And unlike a leering Martin comedy such as 1962’s Who’s Got the Action (“It’s the most riotous bedtime story ever!” screamed the poster—the movie’s about gambling), this story has follow-through on its tease.

The first time I saw the film, in Paris of all fine places, I thought Walston slightly ill at ease in a role where he replaced the ailing Peter Sellers; I always saw Sellers’ ghost behind him. (In fact, the part was first intended for Jack Lemmon, Farr’s husband.) Now I think Walston couldn’t be bettered, that his manic ill-at-easeness is the character. Although he is initially off-putting and near-tragically flawed, he endears for his flaws, hopeless love, fruitless dreams, tempations, and delayed if porous decency.

Novak is also more subtly shaded than you think at first, while Farr is absolutely on point and Osmond is funny and desperate at once. Many comic actors appear in small roles, all perfectly etched, including Mel Blanc (as a dentist and a parrot), Barbara Pepper, Doro Morande, Alice Pearce, John Fiedler, Tommy Nolan, Howard McNear, Henry Gibson, Cliff Norton and Henry Beckman.

The trailer, which is the only extra included on this excellent Blu-ray transfer, advertises the film in the tradition of Wilder’s last two hits, The Apartment and Irma La Douce. (Alas, it doesn’t mention the movie that came in between them, One, Two, Three, one of the funniest films of that decade.) Critics and public didn’t buy it. The movie was trashed as tasteless and smutty; for a rundown of choice rundowns, check Wikipedia on this once-notorious item condemned by the Catholic Legion of Decency.

Imagine if critics had seen the original version. To appease the Legion (fruitlessly), Wilder reshot the scene of Dino and Zelda in Polly’s trailer so that he receives a massage after claiming a back injury. The original version, with no injury or massage, was released abroad. That original is the one in circulation now, including DVD and Blu-ray.

Today, this movie holds up better than the heavy, melodramatic, moralistic The Apartment (winner of the Best Picture Oscar), in which the heroine feels suicidal for giving herself to a married man, or the would-be naughty romp of Irma La Douce, where the American audience accepted the heart-of-gold hooker and the naive pimp because they’re French.

Kiss Me, Stupid dares to suggest that middle-class Americans, just like the ticket buyers, might not be as sexually upright as they’re cracked up to be—and even more unforgivably, that it’s forgivable. This is a truly worldly satire, not one of the pseudo-sophisticated no-sex comedies of the era where everybody talks about sex but nobody has it. Wilder had popular and critical success (another example being The Seven Year Itch) as long as he pushed at the line of public morality without actually having his horny characters cross it. Kiss Me, Stupid not only crosses the line but has them do so without punishment—nay, with reward—and that’s what the public wasn’t ready to accept. If you think about it, it’s rare even today in Hollywood’s would-be sex comedies, whose the most up-to-date elements are profanity and slinkier underwear.


Sunday, May 24, 2015

Danny G's Special Memorial Day Sunday Serenade with Dino: "For The Good Times"

Welcome back, pals o mine!
Well mi we is...Memorial Day weekend. The "Unofficial" start to Summer.
A time to reflect on our country...ourselves...& our heroes.
It's a VERY important day too, pallies!
We gots to remember where we come from!
Who has come before us & who sacrificed everythin' so we can be here today!
Man o man pals...I'm suddenly feelin' all sentimental! haha!!
It's true though, my fellow Dino-holics...Today is a day to sit back...find some quiet time...& just thinks 'bout our lives & how their BETTER... thanks to someone else.
I have MANY people to thinks 'bout today.
 Guess who one of the main ones is???
 Yes sir, pallies...our ONE & ONLY Dino!
 I KNOWS youse can relate!
 I've told youse MANY MANY Dean has ALWAYS been a CONSTANT in my life!
The bestest of the best days...the worstest of the worst nights...Dino's been there for me.
He got me through some pretty tough times, my friends...& I KNOW he will FOREVER be my NUMERO UNO Pallie!

Let's remember ALL the special souls that have helped us through life, today.
They helped make us who we are & showed us how to do the same for the next in line!

Have a GREAT GREAT Day, mi Dino-diggin' amici!

Turn this one WAY up!
Grab a drink...& go find that quiet spot.
Here's to our pal!
"For The Good Times".
Salute, Dino...Salute.

Don't look so sad, I know it's over
But life goes on and this old world will keep on turning
Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together
There's no need to watch the bridges that we're burning
Lay your head upon my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing soft across the window
And make believe you love me one more time for the good times
I'll get along, you'll find another
And I'll be here if you should find you ever need me
Don't say a word about tomorrow or forever
There'll be time enough for sadness when you leave me
Lay your head upon my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing soft across the window
And make believe you love me one more time for the good times


Saturday, May 23, 2015

Dean Martin’s great grandchild and heir to the Martin family name

Hey pallies, likes often we finds the most interestin' Dino-details in the most unusual of places. A few ago while doin' our usual 20 or so pages of google blog Dino-searchin' we came 'cross a blog tagged "
Fangasm!  When Academics Goes To Hollywood." where Miss Lynn Zubernis scribed an in depth review of the episode, "The Weight: Sam and Dean and The Things They Carried,"  of the American fantasy horror television series "Supernatural," Miss Zubernis "is a clinical psychologist and professor at West Chester University.  She is also Area Chair for Stardom and Fandom for the Southwest Popular Culture Association."

What coulda our most beloved Dino have to do with a review of an episode of "Supernatural?"   That's a quire we asked ourselves as we waded through this lengthy prose and we found our near the end, not as part of the original essay, but as a response to the review by one of the actors starrin' in the TV series.

Miss Zubernis expresses  concern with some of the nicknamin' that goes on in the show, and Mr. Travis Aaron Wade, who plays the role of Cole Trenton responds, and there in comes the Dino-reference.  Seems that Travis is tight pallies with our most beloved Dino's most beloved grandboy pallie Alexander Gunther Martin, and in his response to Miss Zubernis he mentions not one, but two completely cool ways he has honored his friendship with Alexander.  The part of Travis' reply that is Dino-fcoused is printed below.

In the midst of all this homagin' of our most beloved Dino, we discover that Mr. Wade has been honored to be asked to be Godfather to Alexander soon to be born boypallie....the Dino-legacy continues!  You can read all the cool details below.   We are so so totally delighted that Mr. Travis Aaron Wade took the time to share his personal connection with our Dino's grandboypallie Alexander and that we coulda shares it with all youse Dino-philes.  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this here  Dino-report.   Dino-learnin' and Dino-growin', DMP

From Travis Aaron Wade (who plays the role of Cole Trenton on "Supernatural)

And we all know that once nicknames are given, then they stay with you the rest of your life, so even if Cole and Sam were to become best friends, he would still use those names.  No longer to degrade or harm but now out of love and respect.
Alexander Martin Picture

One of my closest friends in my life is Alex Martin.  The grandson of the legendary Dean Martin.  Recently, he and his wife Megan honored me with the title of Godfather to their unborn son who is due in 6 weeks.  When I shot Alcatraz I honored my buddy and his family name by giving the nickname “paley” to my co-star Graham Shiels.  Dean Martin use to call all his friends “paley” on a regular basis.  So this time around it seemed fitting to honor the announcement of being named Godfather to Dean Martin’s great grandchild and heir to the Martin family name, by respectfully giving the nickname “Deano” to the great character that Jensen Ackles has created in Dean Winchester.  I couldn’t imagine a bigger honor.

Friday, May 22, 2015

"......Thank you, Dean! Love your work.”

Hey pallies, likes almost yearly we here at ilovedinomartin celebrate June 5, 1964 as a stunnin'ly significant day in all of Dino-history.  Likes it was on that date almost 51 years 'go that our most beloved Dino's hostin' of the Hollywood Palace variety show became show biz history as our Dino introduced musical guest artists "The Rolling Stones," by sayin' these now most famous lines....."Now.....somethin' for the youngsters. Five singin' boys from England who sold a lot of al-b-ums.   Albums. They're called the Rollin' Stones. I'VE BEEN ROLLED WHEN I WAS STONED MYSELF. So, I don't know what they're singin''bout, but there they are at."

Well, yesterday as we opened our email and found a google Dino-'lert we were sent to the on-line presence of the San Diego Union-Tribute where scriber Mr. George Varga shares the post, "Rolling Stones soar at surprise L.A. show."  It's full of wonderful words 'bout the Rolling Stones' May 20 performance at "the intimate Fonda Theatre in Hollywood."  If you clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram you will be taken to the original postin' where you can read it in total.

What really caught our Dino-attentionado was how Mr. Mick Jagger made reference to our most beloved Dino in his comments to the gathered crowd.  As you will note below Jagger said,  “And Taylor Swift is here with Dean Martin. Thank you, Dean! Love your work.”  Image that pallies after almost 51 years after our Dino's rollin' of the Stones on "The Hollywood Palace," the Stones' leader Mr. Mick Jagger rolled back!

Likes how remarkable rad is that dudes?!?!?!?!  Mick Jagger givin' a  notable nod to our King of Cool.   We loves how Mr. Jagger after all these years homaged our Dino in this coolest of cool way....provin' that the Dino-light keeps glowin' brighter and brighter with each passin' day.  ilovedinomartin salutes Mr. Mick Jagger for his stunnin' shout out to our most beloved Dino and to Mr. George Varga for sharin' in in print!   Dino-awed, DMP  btw pallies, we couldn't resist sharin' a youtube vid of that most famous of famous moments in Dino-history!

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“We haven’t been in Los Angeles in a couple of years,” Jagger said, referring to the band’s 2013 Fifty & Counting tour. “It’s a little bit smaller here than (at) the (20,000-capacity) Staples Center.

He then jokingly referred to a number of celebrities in the audience, several of whom — most notably Clark Gable — are long deceased. “And Taylor Swift is here with Dean Martin. Thank you, Dean! Love your work.”

Longtime fans surely savored the jab at Martin. The Rolling Stones appeared on his ABC variety show, “Hollywood Palace,” in June 1964, when Martin took pot shots at the band members’ then-unfashionably long hair. The fact that the theater where “Hollywood Palace” was shot is only blocks away from the Fonda was surely not lost on Jagger.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Martin, gamely playing an unsavory, ungentlemanly version of his screen persona, is also delightful.

Hey pallies, likes havin' a while back shared( SEE HERE) Mr. Stuart Galbraith IV's review of the new edition of "At War With The Army" recently released, we thought we would do a bit of searchin' at "DVDtalk" to see if he has reviewed other Dino-classics, and we were delighted that Stu as well has shared a review of the recently re-released "Kiss Me Stupid."

While Galbraith's report on "At War With The Army" was, for good reason, mixed, we are pleased as punch that his review of "KMS" (likes a number of recently shared reviews here) is extremely extremely enthusiastic...and likes how cool is that?!?!?!?!  Early in his poetic prose, Stu raves 'bout this long-before-it's-time Dino-epic sayin'...."Rather, fifty years on, Kiss Me, Stupid seems more impressive, more adult, more darkly witty than ever."

We encourage all youse Dino-philes to read each and every one of his wisely written and well chosen words.   'Gain we express our heart-felt Dino-appreciation to Mr. Stuart Galbraith and the folks at' DVDtalk" for doin' their part to get most unappreciated Dino-classic into the hands of the masses.
To checks this out in it's original format, as usual, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-report.
Dino-delightedly, DMP

Kiss Me, Stupid (Blu-ray)
Olive Films // Unrated // February 17, 2015 // Region A
List Price: $29.95

Review by Stuart Galbraith IV | posted February 25, 2015

DVD Talk Collector Series

Billy Wilder's Kiss Me, Stupid (1964) was quite scandalous in its day. It was condemned by the Catholic Legion of Decency*, and co-producer/distributor United Artists chose to slip it under the radar through subsidiary Lopert Films, which specialized in foreign films and disreputable B-movies. The ending was substantially altered for the American market, and a few other, minor trims were made as well.

People still use adjectives like "vulgar," "smutty," and "sleazy" to describe it, though content-wise there's nothing in it that couldn't play on commercial television in the middle of the afternoon. Rather, fifty years on, Kiss Me, Stupid seems more impressive, more adult, more darkly witty than ever. It's the missing link between Wilder's The Apartment (1960) and his brilliant, criminally underrated Avanti! (1972). And while the more conservative, sentimental The Apartment (1960) gets all the love, Kiss Me, Stupid is in many respects a superior picture, despite a major casting problem about more of which later. (It obliterates Wilder's earlier, very tame, and boring "classic" covering similar territory, 1955's The Seven Year Itch.)

Despite zero extra features (Why?), Olive Films' Blu-ray of Kiss Me, Stupid is one of the best releases this year. The high-def transfer is very nearly perfect, light years ahead of MGM's earlier DVD. Further, it not only includes Wilder's original, preferred ending, but also three recently recovered bits originally included only in the international version.

Famous crooner Dino (Dean Martin, essentially playing a lecherous extreme of his established screen persona), following a closing night performance at the Sands in Las Vegas, hops aboard his Dual-Ghia convertible and heads toward Los Angeles, where he's scheduled to headline a TV special.

A detour mandated by the Highway Patrol ("Whatsamatta," asks Dino, "That Sinatra kid missing again?") takes him off the beaten path to Climax, Nevada, where he's recognized by gas station attendant Barney Millsap (Cliff Osmond), the lyricist half of an amateur songwriting team. His partner is local piano teacher Orville J. Spooner (Ray Walston), the chronically, insanely jealous husband of attractive but loyal Zelda (Felicia Farr), who on this very day is making preparations to celebrate the couple's Fifth Wedding Anniversary.

Barney disables Dino's car so that he's forced to remain in the small desert town overnight, time enough, Barney hopes, to persuade Dino to buy some of his and Orville's songs. ("That's Amore," exclaims Barney, "Two million copies!") Orville, however, is deeply concerned randy Dino will put the make on Zelda. Barney hatches a plan worthy of Ralph Kramden: Orville will pick a fight with Zelda, get her out of the house, and replace her with another Zelda, impersonated by local waitress/prostitute Polly the Pistol (Kim Novak, very sexy). That way no harm, no foul: Dino can have his way with Orville's "wife" and, in turn, be compelled to buy one of Barney and Orville's songs.

Kiss Me, Stupid was a troubled production. Wilder and co-writer I.A.L. Diamond conceived the role of Orville Spooner with Jack Lemmon (Felicia Farr's real-life husband) in mind, but Lemmon was unavailable. Wilder then cast rising British talent Peter Sellers and the movie began shooting. A full six weeks into filming (probably around half or two-thirds of the picture) Sellers, in search of the "ultimate orgasm" with new wife Britt Ekland, took a bunch of poppers and, over the course of three hours, suffered eight (!) heart attacks. Rather than wait many months in the hope that Sellers would recover, Wilder started over from scratch with Ray Walston (Damn Yankees, South Pacific) now playing Orville. Myriad stills exist of Sellers as Orville but apparently all of the footage Wilder shot with Sellers was destroyed. (People at MGM have searched for any surviving material, to no avail.)

Though it would certainly be fascinating to see how Sellers's interpretation of Orville differed from Walston's, the more critical question is how Jack Lemmon might have played him. Based on Lemmon's work on other Wilder films before and after, probably his Orville would have been less broadly the caricature of a jealous husband. Lemmon's would have been supremely neurotic and excitable, but also more recognizably human and sympathetic. Add to that, Lemmon was an accomplished pianist (Walston's playing was faked) and, of course, because he was married to Farr that relationship would have benefitted from that additional layer of verisimilitude.

Walston, while technically fine, is a like a road company version of the character. This is especially obvious in all his early scenes, where he's merely the insanely jealous husband with no shading. Physically, too, Walston was all wrong. Small and wiry, Walston had beady, steely little eyes and projected an overbearing air of domination, a little guy compensating for his size by acting like a bully who knew everyone's weaknesses. This was ideal for his role as one of Lemmon's superiors in The Apartment but entirely wrong for Kiss Me, Stupid. (Among past and future Wilder players that would have seemed more obvious third choices: Fred MacMurray, Walter Matthau, and, against type, Tony Curtis.)

And yet, the brilliance of Wilder and Diamond's screenplay eventually trumps this shortfall. Kiss Me, Stupid gradually works up a lot of steam, moving in unexpected directions that compensate for Walston's limitations while playing to some of his strengths.

Sublimely, though Orville is all but pimping out his wife (actually Polly), the two develop a strangely touching relationship amidst Dino's openly amorous advances. Polly discovers that she enjoys living, if only temporarily, as an ordinary housewife, and she's genuinely touched by Orville's involuntary, instinctive need to protect his "wife," even if she really isn't. Orville and Polly hilariously send Dino wildly mixed signals, making him hornier and more openly lustful while Orville becomes more hesitant and protective.

(Spoilers) The real Zelda, utterly confused by Orville's strange behavior, uncharacteristically picking a fight with her to send her, briefly, home to her "Godzilla" of a mother, winds up in Polly's trailer. Eventually, she embarks on a fully-aware tryst with Dino, he mistaking her for Polly the Pistol. The cut U.S. release version confusingly obscures this, adding a scene to suggest that, no they actually didn't do that, while leaving enough of the original cut in to imply, for those reading between the lines that, yes, in fact they did. But the international cut, seen here, is far superior because, as so often happens in Wilder's comedies, the balance of the universe is fully restored at the end: Dino enjoys sex with Zelda, an ardent fan of the singer. She enjoys the fantasy of being a prostitute for a single night, happily passing along the $500 Dino leaves for her to Polly, who needs the money to get out of the racket. Polly finds the strength to leave Climax through Orville's innate kindnesses, and through vicariously experiencing normal, married life (including sex) with him for a single evening. Barney and Orville even become big-time songwriters at the end.**

All this is both less subtle and more adult and refreshingly direct than The Apartment's quite similar narrative. It's also funnier. It's packed to the gills with subtle, easy-to-miss, but ultimately hilarious double-entendres. When Barney delivers Polly he cautions Orville, "You don't have to start on the piano right away!" Orville, suspecting Zelda is having an affair with the local dentist (Mel Blanc): "'Tender gums!' That's a hell of a thing to say to a married woman." Orville, showing Polly around his house, before she's apprised of the scheme: "It's not large, but it's clean." Polly, confused: "What is?" In the darkened bedroom, Orville to Polly: "Put on my wife's dress - that's the only way this'll work!"

As Polly, Kim Novak is exactly right playing a difficult combination of emotions: vaguely unhappy but not defeated, innocent but worldly. She's every bit as good as Shirley MacLaine in The Apartment, maybe better. Martin, gamely playing an unsavory, ungentlemanly version of his screen persona, is also delightful. Virtually held captive by marginally talented misfits obsessed with latching onto Dino's star, the film parallels in some respects Martin Scorsese's darker but not dissimilar The King of Comedy (1983) which, of course, co-starred Martin's old partner, Jerry Lewis, playing a variation of his persona. In both Kiss Me, Stupid and Wilder's The Fortune Cookie, Cliff Osmond prove himself to be an extremely funny character actor. Why he didn't have a major career in films is as tragic as it is mystifying.

Adding to the film is its music, both the amusing background score by André Previn and the hilarious Tin Pan Alley numbers Barney and Orville have cooked up: "Pretzels in the Moonlight," "Save Me the Last Bossa Nova," "Two Coins in the Fountain," and "Gently Baby, It's Mother's Day" are among the titles glimpsed as sheet music. Incredibly, these were not original compositions but rather previously unpublished songs by George and Ira Gershwin.

Video & Audio

Filmed in Panavision and in black-and-white, Olive's HD master of Kiss Me, Stupid, provided by MGM, looks perfect, extraordinarily crisp and film-like throughout, with great blacks and outstanding contrast. It's one of, if not the, best-looking HD transfers of a black-and-white ‘scope film on Blu-ray to date. As noted above, like the earlier DVD it retains the far superior ending from the international version, while adding three short bits (probably totaling less than a minute) elsewhere. DVD Savant's excellent review details these additions. The DTS-HD Master Audio mono (with no other language options or subtitles) is likewise strong. None of the Extra Features created for MGM's earlier DVD release have been ported over, a real shame.

Parting Thoughts

One of Billy Wilder's most overlooked and misunderstood films, Kiss Me, Stupid's reputation has for good reason steadily risen through the years. It's slightly flawed but still hilarious and adult, and Olive's presentation is superb. A DVD Talk Collector Series title.

* Wikipedia's entry on the film claimed it "the first American film to be so designated since Baby Doll in 1956," but that's incorrect. A few others were, including Hitchcock's Psycho (1960) - and two other Wilder films, Love in the Afternoon (until its ending was changed, 1957) and Some Like It Hot (1959).

**The last scene has everyone in town watching Dino's special, huddled on the sidewalk around an appliance store with TVs in its display window. This is pure speculation, but considering that throughout the film the point is made that people explicitly go there to watch the town's only color television set, I suspect Wilder intended to have the black-and-white movie switch to triumphant color at the end, as Dino performs Barney and Orville's song. Instead, despite all that's said about the single color TV earlier, Wilder opted for a dozen or so black-and-white sets in the display window instead.

Stuart Galbraith IV is the Kyoto-based film historian and publisher-editor of World Cinema Paradise. His credits include film history books, DVD and Blu-ray audio commentaries and special features.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

And only a master of assimilation like Dino could get away with rhyming “alone” and “dark.”

Scott Marks
Hey pallies, likes we loves searchin', findin', and sharin' so so much amazin' Dino-devotion from every corner of the ol' world wide web.  Likes today we have the pleasure of sharin' the wonderous writin' skills of Mr. Scott Marks, a film critic, teacher, and blogger from the San Diego area.  Mr. Mark's blog, "BIG SCREEN," is a regular feature for the "San Diego Reader," where he recently featured our most beloved Dino's cool croonin' in his scribin's tagged "Ten songs that make you want to fall in love with (at?) the movies 10."

Marks immediately grabbed our attention when we opened the page that contains his column where we were stunnin'ly struck by a powerfully profound pix accentin' a movie house marquee featurin' our Dino's classic sex farce, "Kiss Me Stupid" with a lovin' couple sharin' a most romantico kiss.

While KMS is not a part of this particular flick column from Marks, it certainly sets a marvelous mood for  Scott's topic of that relate to fallin' in amore at the movies.  We were thrilled to see that Mr. Marks chose not one, but two Dino-tunes for his  ten tune list. 

 Numero duo is the title tune from our Dino and Mr. Lewis' last big screen effort
"Hollywood Or Bust."  We knew that we were kindred spirits with Scott when we read him opine, "I’ve parked my tootsies in front of it at least two dozen times."  And, as you listen to our Dino singin' the song (which you can do if you clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram, indeed it is a splendid song 'bout fallin' head over heels.

Numero tres is a Dino-croon that we ain't ever heard before and as Scott states, " When or where Dino’s swingin’ rendition was taped remains a mystery, but it’s easily the lustiest rendition on record."  “Take Your Girlie to the Movies" (if you can't make love at home) is simply simply fun! fun! fun! dudes and we thanks Marks for givin' us the op to make our acquaintance with what has to be one of our most beloved Dino's most provocative croons!  You certainly will wanna clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram to listen to it at Scott's scribin's.

We salute Mr. Scott Marks great great Dino-taste and for sharin' these two very extraordinary examples of  fallin' in love Dino-singin'.  Dino-happy, DMP

Kiss me, stupid.

Kiss me, stupid.


Ten songs that make you want to fall in love with (at?) the movies
By Scott Marks, April 1, 2015

 2) “Hollywood or Bust” by Dean Martin
“Hollywood or Bust” by Dean Martin

Frank Tashlin’s splendiferous live-action Technicolor cinematoon, Hollywood or Bust, turned out to be Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis’s swansong. Being such as it was, the animosity between the boys was so pronounced, unless the cameras were rolling they refused to directly address one another during the production. Lewis swears that to this day he has never watched the film fearing the bad memories it would stir.

I’ve parked my tootsies in front of it at least two dozen times, and Jerry, you don’t know what you’re missing. Movie maniacs from Kansas to Pennsylvania consider it a must to commit to memory Paul Webster’s catchy lyrics to Sammy Fain’s irrepressible tune. Look past the stardust and glamor, tinsel, and bubbles to find a neon playground infused with burgers, weenies, and bathing beauties in their bikinis.

3) “Take Your Girlie to the Movies” by Dean Martin

Dino again, this time reviving a 1919 chestnut that was a big hit for Billy Murray, the most popular pre-Jolson male singer in America. Murray-phile Sam Umland notes, “The song reveals how quickly the movie theater became a popular setting for the courtship ritual.”

Pete Wendling composed the tuneful ditty with lyrics by Edgar Leslie and Bert Kalmar. Kalmar and longtime partner Harry Ruby’s dulcet contributions to Animal Crackers, Horse Feathers, and Duck Soup would earn them the distinction of being the Marx Bros. songwriting team of choice. When or where Dino’s swingin’ rendition was taped remains a mystery, but it’s easily the lustiest rendition on record.

Why fuss and bother with at-home distractions like nosy younger siblings when for a buck-twenty the two of you can make out to Ty Power in a public place and with an uncomfortable armrest intervening? Commencing with a red-blooded wolf whistle, Martin encourages lovers to spend seven reels creating “love scenes of your own.” And only a master of assimilation like Dino could get away with rhyming “alone” and “dark.”

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Great Drinkers: Dean Martin

Hey pallies, likes we are pleased as punch to today shares with youse Dino-holics even one more excitin' example of Dino-devotion internationale!  Today we meet with Portuguese blogger Mr. Joseph Edward Janczukowicz who hangs his hat at the swingin' drinkin' blog tagged "Liguido & Certo" that translates in English to "Liquid and Reliable."  Now this is one popular blog as we note that Janczukowicz facebook page based on his blog has 124,122 pallies who digs it!

So, likes just thinks of all the folks who Joseph Edward is helpin' into the Dino-fold with his powerfully potent post, "Great Drinkers: Dean Martin."  Who likes coulda be more worthy then our most beloved Dino of bein' lifted up at a waterin' hole likes "Liquid and Reliable?".....none we dare say!

Mr. Janczukowicz shares some noteworthy notes on the life and times of our Dino and when it comes to speakin' of our Dino's drinkin' habits, he notes "Among the members of the 'Rat Pack,'  Dean Martin was the most moderate drinker."  Joseph Edward shares some interestin' insights to the drinkin' habits of the pack, which we and we knows youse will find 'specially edifyin' as well.

We salutes  Portugian Mr. Joseph Edward Janczukowicz  for his diggin' our our Dino and spreadin' the Dino-tale to his considerable readership who we are share to be pleased in bein' school in the life and times of our King of Cool.  To checks this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-report.  Dino-delightedly, DMP

  Great Drinkers: Dean Martin

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Great Drinkers: Dean Martin

Written by Joseph Edward Janczukowicz

film , Dean Martin , heavy drinkers , Hollywood , Martini , Music , watering hole of chat , Whiskey  Nightcap

He was one of the most admired artists, loved and tietados 20th century.

With career in radio, television, film and music industry.

From 1953 to 1978 he recorded nearly 40 albums, with a total of recorded songs that were in the house of 600.

From 1949 to 1984, he ran almost 60 films.

Dean Martin was born in Steubenville, Ohio, USA, on June 7, 1917 and died on December 27, 1995, in Beverly Hills. Birth name: Dino Paul Crocetti. Martin later added, comes from its assumed preference for a good martini.

And before Dean Martin, there was Dino Martini, his first stage name. He started singing in small orchestras. Quickly, his velvet voice and his beautiful print took him the best night clubs of the American circuit. One of them was in New York he met comic Jerry Lewis.

It was born a great partnership that resulted in 12 films, of successful national and international order and that lasted 10 years.

Both tired and happened to separation. The reasons were never clear. The public, of course, much lamented.

From there, Dean and Jerry set out to successful solo careers.

In Dean Martin path was the big superstar Frank Sinatra. He's practically adopted and integrates a group called "Rat Pack". They completed the group Sammy Davis Jr., Peter Lawford and Joey Bishop.

Be part of the "Rat Pack" was a privilege always captained by Frank Sinatra. Parties, women, drinks and many shows, and stays in beautiful places.

More meant attend the films in which almost all members were always invited. A brotherhood without any embarrassment!

The most famous film of the group was "Ocean's Eleven" Ocean's Eleven and A Secret, 1960.

One of the first drinks most appreciated by members of the "Rat Pack" was the whiskey Chivas Regal. With the coming of Prohibition and the interruption of imports, the group gradually came to appreciate a genuine American beverage: whiskey Jack Daniel's.

Legend has it that Frank Sinatra did not rise to the stage without first taking a Jack Daniel's dose with three ice cubes into the glass. His fondness for the drink was so strong that he convinced his friend Dean Martin to found, in 1950, the "Jack Daniels Country Club". It was a private college where even the select group wore only custom jackets with an emblem exclusively created.

The taste for cocktails in a person like Sinatra never sounded as "loss of control". Represented more a charm bid. Served up to rank friends. There were those who accompany him through the night: Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr.

Despite appearing to be a sort of "Club of Marble", it was common to find the "Rat Pack" surrounded by beautiful actresses also adept at a good drink, like Judy Garland, Shirley MacLaine , Lauren Bacall .

Among the members of the "Rat Pack," Dean Martin was the most moderate drinker. Depending on the occasion, he went back to sipping martinis that both loved and even margaritas.

Dean Martin has two stars on the Walk of Fame, located at 6519 Hollywood Boulevard and in 6651 Hollywood Boulevard. The first refers to his film work, while the second refers to his work on television.

If there is a sport that Dean Martin practiced and "loved" I was dating and married. There were three official wives, with whom he had seven children and adopted an eighth.

Grandes Bebedores: Dean Martin
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Grandes Bebedores: Dean Martin

Escrito por José Edward Janczukowicz

 cinema, Dean Martin, grandes bebedores, Hollywood, Martini, Musica, papo de boteco, Whiskey  Saideira  Comentar

Ele foi um dos artistas mais admirados, amados e tietados do século 20.

Com carreira no rádio, televisão, cinema e indústria fonográfica.

De 1953 a 1978 gravou perto de 40 discos, com um total de músicas que contabilizadas estavam na casa das 600.

De 1949 a 1984, rodou quase 60 filmes.

Dean Martin nasceu em Steubenville, Ohio, EUA, em 7 de junho de 1917, vindo a falecer em 27 de dezembro de 1995, em Beverly Hills. Nome de batismo: Dino Paul Crocetti. O Martin, posteriormente somado, vem de sua assumida preferência por um bom martini.

E antes de Dean Martin, existiu Dino Martini, seu primeiro nome artístico. Começou cantando em pequenas orquestras. Rapidamente, sua voz de veludo e sua bela estampa o levaram aos melhores night clubs do circuito americano. Foi num deles em Nova Iorque que conheceu o cômico Jerry Lewis.

Nascia uma grande parceria que resultou em 12 filmes, de sucesso de ordem nacional e internacional e que durou 10 anos.

Os dois cansaram e aconteceu a separação. Os motivos nunca foram claros. O público, claro, lamentou muito.

A partir daí, Dean e Jerry partiram para bem sucedidas carreiras solo.

No caminho de Dean Martin estava o grande superstar Frank Sinatra. Ele é praticamente adotado e integra um grupo denominado “Rat Pack”. Completavam o grupo Sammy Davis Jr.,  Peter Lawford e Joey Bishop.

Fazer parte do “Rat Pack” era um privilégio sempre capitaneado por Frank Sinatra. Festas, mulheres, drinques e muitos shows, além de estadias em lugares paradisíacos.

Mais, significava participar dos filmes em que praticamente todos os membros sempre eram convidados. Uma confraria sem nenhum constrangimento!

O filme mais conhecido do grupo foi “Ocean´s Eleven”, Onze Homens e Um Segredo, de 1960.

Uma das primeiras bebidas mais apreciadas pelos membros do “Rat Pack” foi o uísque Chivas Regal. Com a vinda da Lei Seca e a interrupção das importações, o grupo paulatinamente passou a apreciar uma bebida genuinamente americana: o uísque Jack Daniel´s.

Reza a lenda que Frank Sinatra não subia ao palco sem antes tomar uma dose de Jack Daniel’s com três cubos de gelo no copo. Sua predileção pela bebida era tão forte que ele convenceu o amigo Dean Martin a fundar, em 1950, o “Jack Daniels Contry Club”. Era uma agremiação privada onde inclusive o seleto grupo só usava paletós personalizados com um emblema exclusivamente criado.

O gosto pelos coquetéis numa pessoa como Sinatra nunca soou como “perda de controle”. Representava mais um lance de charme. Servia até para classificar os amigos. Existiam os que o acompanham noite a dentro: Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr.

Apesar de aparentar ser uma espécie de “Clube do Bolinha”, era frequente encontrar os “Rat Pack” rodeados de bela atrizes, também adeptas de um bom drinque, como Judy Garland, Shirley MacLaine, Lauren Bacall.

Dentre os integrantes do “Rat Pack”, Dean Martin era o bebedor mais moderado. Dependendo das ocasiões, voltava a sorver os martinis que tanto adorava e até margaritas.

Dean Martin possui duas estrelas na Calçada da Fama, localizadas em 6519 Hollywood Boulevard e em 6651 Hollywood Boulevard. A primeira se refere ao seu trabalho no cinema, enquanto que a segunda é referente ao seu trabalho na televisão.

Se há um esporte que Dean Martin praticou e “gostava muito” era namorar e casar. Foram três esposas oficiais, com as quais teve sete filhos e adotou um oitavo.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Nothing is more Dean Martin than Dean Martin.

Brick Wahl
Hey pallies, likes dudes, likes we've got the most powerfully potent 'n profoundly pure prose to feed your Dino-cravin's this very Dino-day!!!!!  From the self-tagged  blog "Brick Wahl - I'm a writer. But there are zillions of writers. Here's some of my stuff,"  comes Wahl's  exquisite essay "Stan Cornyn."

Likes those in the Dino-know are sure to remember that Cornyn was the scriber of those most marvelously  magnificent liner notes for our Dino's awesome al-b-um, "Happiness Is Dean Martin," likes the one with the cover of our most beloved Dino hold a Chatty Cathy dollie proclaimin' that deepest of deep Dino-truth.

Brick describes Cornyn remarkable reflections as a "profound piece of fluff."  We here at ilovedinomartin have always held Stan's scribbin's as perfectly, profoundly pure poetry in the hugest of huge homage to our King of Cool.  Mr. Cronyn liner notes tagged "EPIC SLOTH" are as timelessly cool, hip, and randy as our Dino, and likes we are thrilled beyond measure to be able to share 'em 'gain with all youse Dino-holics here at ilovedinomartin.

Lookin' back it has been far too long since we shared 'em last in November of 2008 ( HERE), and we promise not to wait so so long 'gain before we brings 'em to your attention.  We sez our thanks to Mr. Brick Wahl for his remembrance of Stan Cornyn's bold and beau-ti-ful Dino-reflections and givin' us 'nother op to spread 'em on the pages of ilovedinomartin.  To checks this out at Wahl blog, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-report.  Dino-awed, DMP

Stan Cornyn

I used to own utterly worthless LPs just because I liked the liner notes. All those liner notes were by Stan Cornyn. My favorite was a profound piece of fluff that accompaniedHappiness is Dean Martin. That was from 1967, the Summer of Love. The Age of Aquarius. The Human Be-In. Hair opened on Broadway, stark naked. I have no idea, though, if Stan Cornyn took lots of LSD or if god made him like this. But what a ball it must have been writing liner notes back then. They’re almost literature, and now that he’s dead, they are. I no longer have the album. I sold it to somebody at a garage sale after showing him the liner notes. I told him they were literature. Plus the vinyl was clean. He was thrilled to death. Offered me ten bucks. I said five was fine. He thought he was getting a bargain.  I made a five thousand per cent profit.  Here are the words:
Nothing is more Dean Martin than Dean Martin.
“Of course, doing a really preposterously good job of being Dean Martin depends a lot on knowing the rules about what makes the best Dean Martin. Knowing the archetypal definition of Martinism: How is he different? Why is he individual? What is he driving at?
What Dean Martin is driving at seems to be to lead a Life Of Sloth. A Life of EPIC Sloth. Not just your common little ol’ Sunday afternoon lazy Sloth, like you get with minor Erskine Caldwell Georgia darlins.
No, Martin now epitomizes EPIC SLOTH. Sloth like Joseph E. Levine would come up with. In big, 3-D letters, like in those Ben Hur movie ads, with all forms of EPIC EXHAUSTION draped over the letters. “Epic Sloth,” starring Dean Martin, and then running around the bottom, instead of Mongol hordes and Jack Palance you find other things, for this is “Epic Sloth.” Things like deflated innertubes. Like the ears of sleeping Spaniels. Like Kleenex ashes. Like all of Life’s Most Unresilient Stuff.
 And there, leaned up in Herculean-Scope against those giant letters, our Pop Star slumps. Dean Martin. Kind of half-eyed looking out at you, grinning “Hi ya, pally,” like he hopes you haven’t got anything heavy on your mind. Dean Martin has been working at becoming an Epic Pop Art Object. He’s been getting in a good deal of pop art hypnotizing. Avis knows, you don’t get to be Number One by just sitting round. Some detractors have published this about Martin: that he sits round, trying to make spaghetti look tense.
“Pish tosh,” we say, and “Yellow journalism.”
You have to publicize to get to be Our National Epic Sloth. Martin has. His medium: the most popular art object of Our Times, meaning . . . your television set. (Breathes there a soul with fingers so dull he can’t find his Vertical Knob blindfolded?)
The mind-boggling task which DM has accomplished in his upwards surge to Number One Epic Sloth in this: he has put other would- be number one lazy slobs into limbo. “Amos ‘N Andy’s” Lightnin, for instance, now is largely forgot. Shiftless and No-Account has moved to Beverly Hills, where dey got no deltas, chile. The other competition–those slothy Southern belles once played by Lee Remick and Joanne Woodward–are now minor league stuff.
Martin (few people have known this until this very minute; it has been a closely kept secret) was actually only Number Two until quite recently. The spot of Number One Epic Sloth was recently held by another performer. Not a human being, but a small dog. His name: Red Dust. He is (or was, for he has largely disappeared from our scene) part of a Vaudeville turn. His master would bark out commands: “Red Dust, Roll Over! Up, Red Dust!” But Red Dust was an utterly and irrevocably sag-boned hound. Red Dust never voluntarily moved anything, least of all a paw. The pooch looked permanently pickled. It was pretty funny stuff.
Dean Martin finally won out over Red Dust. Much of his triumph has been ascribed by some scribes to his ability to project an alcoholic aura from coast-to-coast, into millions of Puritan homes. Good, Puritan, beer-drinking homes. Martin has almost by himself established Booze-o-Vision as America’s new Art Populaire. It’s difficult to imagine any other object that would currently be more welcome in our historic nation’s thousands of beer bars and juke joints. Nothing more popular than DM, slumped there, looking for his cue card, all brung to you in NBC’s surrealist color. Martin and his–dare we say it?–goopy baritone. Martin: the biggest sex symbol to hit neighborhood taverns since the heyday of The Rheingold Girl, may she in our secret imaginations requiescat in flagrante delicto.
Nothing should slow up his reign as our beloved epic boozer short of a sudden attack of dysphagia.
You don’t see too many liner notes that end in the word dysphagia anymore. Hell, you don’t see many liner notes anymore. But those were the days. Record albums were new, liner notes newer, and nobody knew what they were doing, except it made a lot of money. Not to mention made me the easiest five bucks I ever earned.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "The Lady With The Big Umbrella"

Welcome home mi amici!
Yes...I said Home.
 After all, pals...they say..."Home is where the heart is" heart is with Dean...
& Dean ALWAYS reminds me of home! Ha! 
Do youse agree, pallies?
He def i nate ly brings us back to WONDERFUL days from our pasts & FUN FUN simpler times gone by.
 Now pals...NOTHIN' makes me think 'bout those simple days more than a funky spunky jam like today's Serenade!
 "The Lady with The Big Umbrella" is SUCH a crazy tune with SUCH a jumpin' beat & SUCH a bouncin' groove...youse just has can't help but laugh & smile! Haha!!'s 'bout throwin' in a WICKEDLY cool cool vid featurin' super hipster spyster , Matt Helm, & makin' this a REAL party?! Haha YEA!!!

 Man o man pals...I am gettin' ALL pumped up just talkin' 'bout it!!! Hahaha!!!

 OK...better chill out & get to the jammin'!
 So pallies...welcome home & REMEMBER...ALWAYS keeps the Dino & the vino flowin'!


The lady with the big umbrella
Her name is Roseabella
You'll always see her with a fella
And her pink and yella umbrella
She isn't much for fancy dancing
But this girl sure love romancing
She's the lady with the big umbrella
And her name is Roseabella
With her umbrella in her hand
She's never shy and that's the reason why
She has a guy that's why
For love's a thing she really knows there is no doubt
For what it's all about she has found out
So plan a trip to Venezuela
You must see Roseabella
You'll always see her with a fella
And a pink and yella umbrella
(La la la la la la la la...)
(La la la la la la la la...)
(La la la la la la la la...)
(La la la la la la la la...)
With her umbrella in her hand
She's never shy and that's the reason why
She has a guy that's why
For love's a thing she really knows there is no doubt
For what it's all about she has found out
So plan a trip to Venezuela
You must see Roseabella
You'll always see her with a fella
'Cause some say that her umbrella
Is the way she gets her fella
But is it her umbrella
Or Roseabella

Saturday, May 16, 2015

....... Dean Martin, the man with a golden voice.

Hey pallies, likes  as 'nother Dino-week is drawin' to a close, we are positively psyched to be bringin' youse 'nother powerful post that is internationale in nature....we simply can never ever gets 'nough proclaimin' of deep devotion to our most beloved Dino from 'round the world.  Today, we 'gain takes you to the marvelous musical blog, "Din Merican: the Malaysian DJ," where Malaysian  Mr.  Mohd. Kamal bin Abdullah holds forth.

Mohd Kamal bin Abdullah tags himself "Din Merican"...thus the name of his beautiful blog.  Likes if you puts "Din Merican" in the search bar of our humble little Dino-blog, you will find many many Dino-honorin' posts shared by this totally totally sold-out-to-Dino dude!  It is always a great pleasure to be privileged to share yet 'nother powerful post from our faithful-to-Dino pallie Din.

Today's post from Din is tagged "Music and Songs by The Mekong: Dean Martin Sings Italian" and is a youtube vid compilation of 30---count 'em---30 Dino-Italiano croons.  Likes how massively massive is that pallies?!?!?!?!  It's a total of one hour, 17 minutes, and 31 seconds in length  Likes this is a great way to gets a Dino-high for the weekend!  We 'gain thanks our pallie Mr. Din Merican for honorin' our Dino with these many many Italiano Dino-croons.  To checks this out it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.  Dino-groovin', DMP

May 15, 2015
Phnom Penh

Music and Songs by The Mekong: Dean Martin Sings Italian

The weekend is upon us again. I have pleasure in  presenting my favorite crooner for the week, Dean Martin.  For your entertainment, he sings Italian hits, starting with his famous Buona Sera which I dedicate to a friend, Jovany Antonio, General Manager of Silvertown Cambodia.

I met Jovany, whose parents who were from Al Salvador emigrated to the United States where he was born, at the AMCHAM (American Chamber of Commerce) networking function last Tuesday and got into a conversation about jazz and popular music. Dean Martin became one of the topics of our conversation and I told him that I have a blog where I post  songs for the weekend when the mood for music was right. I said I will play a Dean Martin number for him. So I am honouring my promise to him.
Kamsiah and DinLet us forget the depressing politics in Malaysia and enjoy Dean’s songs and go Italian for a change. I hope my wife, Dr. Kamsiah who is now attending a Dental Symposium in Macau will have some spare time to be entertained by Dean Martin, the man with a golden voice. –Din Merican