Hey pallies, likes our Dino-wintery season is comin' to an end as we moves into the coolest of the cool celebrations of Dino-eve. Traditionally ilovedinomartin has shared one or more vid clips from our most beloved Dino's 1970 New Year's Eve ver-si-on of the Dino-show, but only on Dino-eve this last couple of years have we been able to share the entire broadcast in all all it's deeply delightful Dino-glory!!!!!
Likes, likes before Dino-eve 2014 as we were searchin' youtube for what might be up there from that 1970 programme, we were likes thrilled beyond thrilled to discover that a pallie tagged "Saucio2014" had actually uploaded the whole show in a series of 6 vid clips. So, below, for our second year on the eve of 2016, is all the fun and frolic from that classic episode and will definitely definitely puts all us pallies into the swingin'est of swingin' Dino-eve-mood!
We digs each and every moment of this fabulous broadcast, but we gotta 'fess up that our most fav of fav clips is still numero five which has our most beloved Dino and his bestest of best pallie Frank, along with Miss Ruth Buzzi and the Golddiggers puttin' on a radio programme for New Years Eve.
We mostest of most digs that seg of this particular clip when Sinatra brings our Dino to the microphone introducin' Dino sayin' "...."And, now staggerin' up to the microphone, direct from the three month tour of his wine cellar, the baritone of the breweries, Mr. Blinky Tomlin"....and our Dino begins sings the ditty "The Object Of My Affections," usin' all his most marvelous movements that he is the coolest of cool at, simply drippin' with the hugest of huge hipness and the remarkable of remarkable randiness!
Likes happy Dino-eve to Dino-holics everywhere, and tremendous thanks to "Saucio2014" for bringin' so so much Dino-happiness to all us Dino-philes through sharin' this most amazin' NYE episode of the Dino-show in total! Dino-partyin', DMP
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Friday, December 30, 2016
Let's Begin The Dino-eve Partyin' Early Dudes!
But, likes Dino-eve beckons dudes....and if ever a celebration was made for our most beloved Dino it woulda be Dino-eve! Our Dino was swinger extraordinare....especially after he broke the strings with his second wife...numbero duo, Jeanne. No longer the homebody he was portrayed to be, Dino enjoyed makin' the clubbin' scene with the youth of his day...in particular at the swingin'esqe Discotheque of them all....The Candy Store. We deeply digs all the cool candids shot of our Dino at this where it is at club.....Dino wearin' the modest of mod fashions of the day and makin' the scene with Miss Cathy Hawn who woulda becomes the third and last Mrs. Dean Martin.
Likes truly truly Dino-eve belongs to our Dino! And, as we gets the party here at ilovedinomartin off to an early start we once 'gain, as has become 'nother Dino-tradition here, we share two historical 'n hysterical poses of our Dino and Jerry as Father Time and the babe-in-arms. Likes ain't it hard to believe that these here pixs were swankly shot to celebrate the comin' of 1952....65 count-em-65 years ago!
How fun to see our most delightful Dino decked out as Father Time...lookin' so wonderfully wise with his long flowin' robe and sickle...and Mr. Lewis dressed as a new born ready to toot his horn....indeed these beau-ti-ful boys are certainly totally totally type cast! ilovedinomartin wishes all you pallies a swingin' and safe New Year's Eve and the bestest of best New Years!
Keeps checkin' in at ilovedinomartin for more of that great great Dino-action in the comin' year as well as some fabulous Dino-clips from the Dino-show bein' shared tomorrow on Dino-eve. And, likes most of all, all youse Dino-holics , keeps drinkin' deeply deeply from the Dino-fountain of complete cool!
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Thursday, December 29, 2016
.....there's no question that Dean Martin earned his nickname The King of Cool.
Hey pallies, 'though the days of Dino-winter season are wanin', reverent reflective remembrances of our most beloved Dino are not....and never ever will be! There are always always a vast array of Dino-devotional posts as pallies from 'round the globe honor our Dino each and every December 25 as they pay their respects to our King of Cool on his day of departure in 1995.
Today we are proudly privileged to share the Brit blog "Mirror" reflective remarks scribed by Mr. Alistair McGeorge on a number of famous folks who had died on December 25th over the years. The post is tagged "Stars who died on Christmas Day" and includes a potent pose of our one and only Dino with wonderfully wise words 'bout our main man and the marvelous mark he has made on the lives of us all.
We are always perfectly pleased to share incredibly intense international devotion to our Dino, and the anniversary of his passin' from our presence is the perfect time to do so. We sez our thanks to Mr. Alistair McGeorge and all the pallies at the "Mirror" for respectfully rememberin' our most most beloved Dino in this way and drawin' many more into the Dino-fold. To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Today we are proudly privileged to share the Brit blog "Mirror" reflective remarks scribed by Mr. Alistair McGeorge on a number of famous folks who had died on December 25th over the years. The post is tagged "Stars who died on Christmas Day" and includes a potent pose of our one and only Dino with wonderfully wise words 'bout our main man and the marvelous mark he has made on the lives of us all.
We are always perfectly pleased to share incredibly intense international devotion to our Dino, and the anniversary of his passin' from our presence is the perfect time to do so. We sez our thanks to Mr. Alistair McGeorge and all the pallies at the "Mirror" for respectfully rememberin' our most most beloved Dino in this way and drawin' many more into the Dino-fold. To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Stars who died on Christmas Day
ALISTAIR MCGEORGEDean Martin (1917-1995)
One of the most popular US stars across stage and screen, there's no question that Dean Martin earned his nickname The King of Cool.
Effortlessly charismatic, the Rat Pack member - alongside Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis, Jr., Peter Lawford and Joey Bishop - also formed an iconic comedy duo with funny man Jerry Lewis.
With dozens of hit singles - That's Amore, Ain't That a Kick in the Head and many more - and his own TV roles with programmes such as the Dean Martin Celebrity Roast, the star was mourned when he died from acute respiratory failure on Christmas Day in 1995.
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Dino and Company: GROW A BEARD FOR XMAS
Hey pallies, likes Dino-seasonal fun a la internationale continues today here at ilovedinomartin with a visit to the french blog Moïcani - The Odeony - "When a literary salon becomes a ladies' boudoir."
Our pallies at "Twingly" blog search sent us there for their blog post, "GROW A BEARD FOR XMAS," that features famous folks makin' likes santa claus by sportin' white beards and pointed red caps.
Likes two images of our most beloved Dino are fantasticly featured in this marvelous mix of images.
As you will see below, the post leads off with a potent pix of our most beloved Dino and his most beloved partner Mr. Jerry Lewis. Our Dino is obviously diggin' the action while Mr. Lewis appears to be tired. We gotta 'fess up that likes we ain't sure that we have seen this swank shot of Martin and Lewis before. The second image is more familiar to us...that our of our Dino, Mr. Sammy Davis, Jr., and Mr. Frank Sinatra fully dressed up as the jolly ol' man from a scene from the Rat Pack big screen feature, "Robin And The Seven Hoods."
We are deeply delighted to be able to share this Dino-claus images with all youse Dino-holics and we thanks the pallies at Moïcani - The Odeony - "When a literary salon becomes a ladies' boudoir" for accentin' our one and only Dino in this incredibly intriguin' swank seasonal selection....very creative indeed dudes! To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-report.
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
GROW A BEARD FOR XMAS
DEAN MARTIN & JERRY LEWIS
DEAN MARTIN SAMMY DAVIS JR FRANK SINATRA
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Ed's Epistle.....The 12 Days Of Dino
Hey pallies, likes on these days after Dino-departure-day we return with 'nother greatest of great Dino-epistle from our greatest of great Dino-proser Ed. First shared on the pages of ilovedinomartin durin' the Dino-winter-season 2013, we are thrilled to be able share it once 'gain with all youse Dino-philes 'cause it is indeed likes the most special of special Dino-wintery tributes that any only-devoted-to-Dino dude coulda ever desire. Deep from the depths of his personal devotion to our Dino comes our Brother Ed's superbly scribed Dino-reflection, "The 12 Days Of Dino."
Truly, truly there has never ever been anyone more deeply devoted to our Dino AND more in-the-Dino-know then our Dino-bro Ed. Our Ed profoundly proves this with all the amazin' Dino-facts and figures that he has assembled in his powerfully potent prosed parody of the 12 Days of Christmas.
ilovedinomartin thanks our brother in Dino, Ed, for this from-the bottom-of-his-Dino-heart trib to our most beloved Dino in this Dino-wintery season 2015. Pallie Ed has once 'gain set a new supreme standard of passionate prose in awesome amore of our man of Amore....our most beloved Dino! And, likes we hopes you also greatly grooves on this two grooviest of groovy powerfully potent poses of our Dino!!!!! Dino-always, ever, and only, DMP
Ring-a-ding, Ho-Ho, and all that other Merry Jazz, baby! The Holli-Dino-Days are upon us like Santa Clause on a snowy roof pally. Tis the season of Dino-music, Holiday movies, family, merriment, and all sounds and sites that make these times special. The year has been great, and grand finale is a doozie! The voice of the season has been declared OH-ficcialy ladies and gentlemen, and it's our Dino. "Let it Snow, let it snow, let it snow". Now I don't know a better way to finish off this year with that Dino-news!
Ah, the Holidays. During these times a pally gets to dreaming, thinking bout the memories that makes these days so special. The glow of dusk on Christmas eve, the dawn of Christmas morn. The anniversary of the Passing of our Dino, I reflect on this 19th year A.D., After Dino., to remember some of the things he's brought us.
And in the spirit of the season, I've put together something little to remember our Dino this Christmas. Behind the gifts, past the tree, under the stars, Dino flows through the ether. Like the air we breathe, he is everywhere. I celebrate this Christmas with the ones I love, and listen to man who's helped all of us enjoy the holidays a little more every year.
I present you The 12 Days Of Dino…
On the 1st Day of Christmas our Dino gave to us
A Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
On the 2nd Day of Christmas our Dino gave to us
2 Billboard #1 songs
and a Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
On the 3rd Day of Christmas our Dino gave to us
3 Hollywood stars
2 Billboard #1 songs
and a Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
On the 4th Day of Christmas our Dino gave to us
4 Emmy award nominations
3 Hollywood stars
2 Billboard #1 songs
and a Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
On the 5th Day of Christmas our Dino gave to us
5 Chapels in the moonlight
4 Emmy award nominations
3 Hollywood stars
2 Billboard #1 songs
and a Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
On the 6th Day of Christmas our Dino gave to us
6 hundred songs
5 Chapels in the moonlight
4 Emmy award nominations
3 Hollywood stars
2 Billboard #1 songs
and a Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
On the 7th Day of Christmas our Dino gave to us
the 7th Day of June
6 hundred songs
5 Chapels in the moonlight
4 Emmy award nominations
3 Hollywood stars
2 Billboard #1 songs
and a Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
On the 8th Day of Christmas our Dino gave to us
8 Motion Picture Herald Awards
the 7th Day of June
6 hundred songs
5 Chapels in the moonlight
4 Emmy award nominations
3 Hollywood stars
2 Billboard #1 songs
and a Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
On the 9th Day of Christmas our Dino gave to us
9 Dean Martin Show seasons
8 Motion Picture herald awards
the 7th Day of June
6 hundred songs
5 Chapels in the moonlight
4 Emmy award nominations
3 Hollywood stars
2 Billboard #1 songs
and a Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
On the 10 day of Christmas our Dino gave to us.
10 years o' Martin n Lewis
9 Dean Martin Show seasons
8 motion Picture Herald awards
the 7th Day of June
6 hundred songs
5 Chapels in the moonlight
4 Emmy award nominations
3 Hollywood stars
2 Billboard #1 songs
and a Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
On the 11th Day of Christmas our Dino gave to us...
11 years of a Dino 'roastin'
10 years o' Martin n Lewis
9 Dean Martin Show seasons
8 Motion Picture Herald awards
the 7th Day of June
6 hundred songs
5 Chapels in the moonlight
4 Emmy award nominations
3 Hollywood stars
2 Billboard #1 songs
and a Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
On the 12th day of Christmas our Dino gave to us…
12 Golden records
11 years of a Dino 'roastin'
10 years o' Martin n Lewis
9 Dean Martin Show seasons
8 Motion Picture Herald awards
the 7th Day of June
6 hundred songs
5 Chapels in the moonlight
4 Emmy Award nominations
3 Hollywood stars
2 Billboard #1 songs
and a Golden Globe for Best TV Male Entertainer
Sunday, December 25, 2016
Danny G's Special Dino-Departure Day Sunday Serenade 2016: "Peace On Earth/Silent Night"
Wow! ...Cants believe 'nother Christmas is here.
Dino-Departure Day 2016.
'Nother year since we lost Dean Martin..
That's a tough one to say, pals.
Hurts me.
Fortunately, my friends...we have this GREAT GREAT blog...& 'specially today...it feels good to share a little piece of myself & my thoughts 'bout Dean.
Maybe it clouds a sad reality...just a little. Maybe it just feels good to be amongst others who love Dino.
Maybe both.
Today we reflect on who he was.
A shinin' star.
A TRUE talent.
A good guy. The best!
Who wouldn't want to hang out with Dean?!
So, pallies...with that kinda loss...even if youse never even met him...it hurts.
A good guy. The best!
Who wouldn't want to hang out with Dean?!
So, pallies...with that kinda loss...even if youse never even met him...it hurts.
But...mi amici...we carry his torch!
We still hear him singin'...we still see him on TV.
He's still here.
We'll never let him really leave!
He's still here.
We'll never let him really leave!
Let's not sulk & be blue 'bout Dino.
Let's instead celebrate him!
Let's 'member all that he was!
Fun...Happy...Foolish...& OH SO VERY Cool! Haha!!
Yup...that's how Dino would like it, I bet!
To be thought 'bout...every once in awhile...Swoonin' & Croonin'...makin' people smile!
Now THAT'S how I'm guessin' Dean would dig it the most!
What a great great time of year to REALLY get in touch with your inner Dino, too!
Just soak in his vibe & spread it all 'round! Ha!
I'm so so thrilled today...to be able to play one of the ab so lute BESTEST of the BEST Christmassy tunes... by the ab so lute BESTEST of the BEST Christmas crooners!
The song I've chosen, for this VERY special Sunday Serenade, definately HAD to be "Peace on Earth/Silent Night".
I really didn't even have a choice, pals!
Dino MADE me play it! Haha!!
Seriously...how could I NOT pick this BEA U TI FUL tune?
With the 21st anniversary of Dean's big exit...Dino-Departure Day......I NEEDED to play a song FILLED with true, pure Dino-passion!
Don't know 'bout youse pallies...but this tune REALLY moves me!
So So softly POWERFUL & So So gently SOOTHIN' to my soul.
It takes me to a calm...cool place... where we is ALL forever young & Dean is ALWAYS & FOREVER present.
Ahhhhh...Nice nice stuff, pals.
Well...I wont keep youse any longer.
Knows youse got thins' to do.
Let's ALL 'member the TRUE meanin' of the day, pallies & keep that vibe goin' ALL year long!
O...& don't forget, my friends...in the middle of all the chaos today...take a minute to 'member Dino...
The worlds not seen a shinin' star like him again. RIP, pal.
Merry Christmas.
Silent as the snowflake in the night
Holy is the spirit of this night
All the world is calm and peaceful
All the world is bright and joyful
Spirit of love and child of peace
Love unending that shall not cease
Peace, my children of goodwill
Peace, my children, peace, be still
Silent night
Holy night
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
(Silent night)
(Holy night)
(All is calm)
(All is bright)
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Holy is the spirit of this night
All the world is calm and peaceful
All the world is bright and joyful
Spirit of love and child of peace
Love unending that shall not cease
Peace, my children of goodwill
Peace, my children, peace, be still
Silent night
Holy night
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
(Silent night)
(Holy night)
(All is calm)
(All is bright)
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Requiescat Dino.
Hey pallies, likes this is gonna be our last post before Dino-departure Day as we expect to be offline from December 23 through December 26. Likes we are awesomely assured that our most Dino-devoted pallie Danny G. will be servin' up a most special of special edition of Danny G.'s Sunday Serenade With Dino that lands smack dab on the 21st anniversary of Dino-departure Day. So, likes be sure to tune in for that pallies.
Likes for our last Dino-gram before Dino-departure Day we are so so powerfully pumped to be able to share with you the deepest of deep Dino-devotional prose that we have ever been able to post here at ilovedinomartin, and we have been waitin' for literally years to locate this potently powerful post and bring it to you.
For years now, we had searched the 'net with no avail to find wise wonderful words that Dino-biographer Mr. Nick Tosches solemnly scribed on our most beloved Dino's departure on December 25, 1995. The only clue we had for the search is that Tosches' elegant essay spoke of our Dino as
"the American Buddha." Well, likes early this fall, we once 'gain took of the effort of findin' Nick's touchin' and tender tribute to our Dino, who he wrote so potently and powerfully in his tome, "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams."
Well, likes this time pallies our search was rewarded with findin' what we were so solemnly searchin' for at a link from Google Books, which you can goes to by clickin' on the tag of this Dino-message.
What we were lovin'ly led to is a chapter in Tosches' tome, "The Nick Tosches Reader," which btw also includes Nick's other excellent essay which we have shared a number of times here, "God Created Dean Martin in His Own Image, Then Stood Back."
The prose that we had been searchin' for is tagged "Requiescat Dino," and as explained below, was scribed by Tosches for "The Village Voice." Since we were not certain what "requiescat" means we did a little searchin' and discovered that it is "a wish or prayer for the repose of a dead person." In his own words in the introduction Nick states that this remembrance "was written simply and directly from the heart," and we couldn't concur more with his thoughts. Likes as we said in the beginning, we heartfully believe that this is truly the deepest of deep Dino-devotional prose that we have ever read and shared here at ilovedinomartin.
With great goodly gratitude to Mr. Nick Tosches for hugely honorin' our Dino in this way, and with the deepest of deep delight to be able to post it here for reverently rememberin' our most beloved Dino on this 21st anniversary of Dino-departure Day, we share "Requiescat Dino."
We remain,
Yours In Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
I wrote two very different memorials to Dean Martin following his death on Christmas Day 1995. One of them, published in the New York Times was a piece of shit, or at least ended up being such by the time it reached print. The other published in the Village Voice and reprinted here, was written simply and directly from the heart.
Requiescat Dino.
I spent Christmas quietly, pleasantly alone. Late in the afternoon, as it grew dark and I was preparing to go out, I turned on the radio. It was WCBS-AM, an all news station, but what I heard was "That's Amore." I knew then that Dean Martin had died. I experienced an errie and subdued wave of melancholy. I have never met the man, yet for many years---since long before I had thought of casting the shadow of his life through the pages of a book---I had felt an odd, abiding affinity with him, as of something in the blood, as with an old uncle to whom unsaid and unsayable ways, breezes of dark and of light, bound me. I liked to know he was there, in this world, though I knew he long had been receding from it, and in this slow fade to black there likely was a cautionary lesson to be learned concerning those breezes and those ways. This little wave of melancholy brought with it chill, like the final stirring and vanishing of one of those familiar breezes from the world.
I had heard lately that he was in bad shape, but I had been hearing this for years. Every once in a while, someone would catch a glimpse of his solitary public decay in one of he three restaurants where in recent years he had sat and drank and smokes and sometimes ate---Hamburger Hamlet, La Famiglia, and Da Vinci. The supermarket tabloids had been declaring him dead for years: "Frail Dean Martin Flees Hospital in Cancer Nightmare: Doctors Give Only Months to Live," announced the Enquirer in the fall of 1993. A few months later, it was "Beloved Dino Is Wasting Away." Then, in the Spring of 1994, "Dean Martin: His Tragic Last Days." And the great man had lived on. He was quoted as saying he wanted "to die at La Famiglia with a Scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other"; but he outlived La Famiglia and had to move to Da Vinci for his J&B-and-sodas and his ashtray.
He was 78. I wanted him to hit 80, the age at which Buddha died. That is how I sometimes thought of him" the American Buddha. The idea of tragedy, of last tragic days, appeals and sells. But Jeannie, his wife of many years and in the end his closest friend, long had told me that somehow, in his seclusion and his silence, he was perfectly content.
A couple of months ago, I agreed to serve as the executive producer of a Dean Martin reissue for the Scamp subsidiary of Caroline Records. All I had to do was choose the recordings and write the notes. I was looking forward to him being alive when I wrote the notes, alive and in his 80th year when the album came out; Looking forward to playing the Bodhidharma angle, saying that if Dino grew a beard and wrapped himself in saffron cloth he would be considered a spiritual master in his silent wisdom and withdrawal from the world into contentment.
And I would half believe what I would say.
It was, in a way, Dean's refusal to wear a robe of piety, his absolute and innane lack of pretension that has stood in the way of a wider recognition of and deeper respect for his work. Just listen, say to his 1951 Capitol recording, "Torma a Surriento," or watch him in Billy Wilder's banned and overlooked "Kiss Me Stupid," from 1964. Of course, after a while, in his enlightenment, he stopped taking any of it seriously. Unlike Sinatra, he never adopted the air of gravitas, never bore himself with self-importance, or treated his work as if it were art.
And that is why, in an age when pretense prevails over substance, every coughing of Sinatra has been reverently preserved and packaged while Dean has been regarded with the insouciance with which he regarded the world---but Sinatra, for one, was aware of what lay beneath that insouciance, and his words upon Dean's death may be the most beguiling he has ever uttered: "He has been like the air I breathe."
While I was working on the long strange book that came to be called Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams, it was Jeannie who told me that I would learn nothing about Dean from Dean, that he had completely divorced himself from, had no interest in, his memories and his life. Still, I wanted to meet him and when the book was done and published, Jeannie set about arranging a rendezvous. At the last minute, Dean told her, "If
I'm going to meet the guy I should at least show him the respect of reading his book first." Dean had read Black Beauty as a boy. Or so he claimed. Such was the extent of his reading. So that was that.
In the days following his passing I found that I wasn't alone in feeling that a breeze had died away. I ran into people who seemed to express something like sadness, something rarely heard in idle talk of a stranger's death.
"Jesus," I heard more than once. "I was hoping he at least would've outlived that fucking Jerry Lewis"---a sentiment of sincerity if not quite of mourning and one of such seeming popularity that Hallmark might well consider its message for a mass-produced sympathy card. And me, meanwhile, with my poignant fucking breezes thinking out loud, "I hope those stupid sons of bitches at Dell know to reissue the paperback but quick."
Anyway, he was one of a kind, and he lived. A mystery maybe even unto himself: but he lived."
Likes for our last Dino-gram before Dino-departure Day we are so so powerfully pumped to be able to share with you the deepest of deep Dino-devotional prose that we have ever been able to post here at ilovedinomartin, and we have been waitin' for literally years to locate this potently powerful post and bring it to you.
For years now, we had searched the 'net with no avail to find wise wonderful words that Dino-biographer Mr. Nick Tosches solemnly scribed on our most beloved Dino's departure on December 25, 1995. The only clue we had for the search is that Tosches' elegant essay spoke of our Dino as
"the American Buddha." Well, likes early this fall, we once 'gain took of the effort of findin' Nick's touchin' and tender tribute to our Dino, who he wrote so potently and powerfully in his tome, "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams."
Well, likes this time pallies our search was rewarded with findin' what we were so solemnly searchin' for at a link from Google Books, which you can goes to by clickin' on the tag of this Dino-message.
What we were lovin'ly led to is a chapter in Tosches' tome, "The Nick Tosches Reader," which btw also includes Nick's other excellent essay which we have shared a number of times here, "God Created Dean Martin in His Own Image, Then Stood Back."
The prose that we had been searchin' for is tagged "Requiescat Dino," and as explained below, was scribed by Tosches for "The Village Voice." Since we were not certain what "requiescat" means we did a little searchin' and discovered that it is "a wish or prayer for the repose of a dead person." In his own words in the introduction Nick states that this remembrance "was written simply and directly from the heart," and we couldn't concur more with his thoughts. Likes as we said in the beginning, we heartfully believe that this is truly the deepest of deep Dino-devotional prose that we have ever read and shared here at ilovedinomartin.
With great goodly gratitude to Mr. Nick Tosches for hugely honorin' our Dino in this way, and with the deepest of deep delight to be able to post it here for reverently rememberin' our most beloved Dino on this 21st anniversary of Dino-departure Day, we share "Requiescat Dino."
We remain,
Yours In Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
I wrote two very different memorials to Dean Martin following his death on Christmas Day 1995. One of them, published in the New York Times was a piece of shit, or at least ended up being such by the time it reached print. The other published in the Village Voice and reprinted here, was written simply and directly from the heart.
Requiescat Dino.
I spent Christmas quietly, pleasantly alone. Late in the afternoon, as it grew dark and I was preparing to go out, I turned on the radio. It was WCBS-AM, an all news station, but what I heard was "That's Amore." I knew then that Dean Martin had died. I experienced an errie and subdued wave of melancholy. I have never met the man, yet for many years---since long before I had thought of casting the shadow of his life through the pages of a book---I had felt an odd, abiding affinity with him, as of something in the blood, as with an old uncle to whom unsaid and unsayable ways, breezes of dark and of light, bound me. I liked to know he was there, in this world, though I knew he long had been receding from it, and in this slow fade to black there likely was a cautionary lesson to be learned concerning those breezes and those ways. This little wave of melancholy brought with it chill, like the final stirring and vanishing of one of those familiar breezes from the world.
I had heard lately that he was in bad shape, but I had been hearing this for years. Every once in a while, someone would catch a glimpse of his solitary public decay in one of he three restaurants where in recent years he had sat and drank and smokes and sometimes ate---Hamburger Hamlet, La Famiglia, and Da Vinci. The supermarket tabloids had been declaring him dead for years: "Frail Dean Martin Flees Hospital in Cancer Nightmare: Doctors Give Only Months to Live," announced the Enquirer in the fall of 1993. A few months later, it was "Beloved Dino Is Wasting Away." Then, in the Spring of 1994, "Dean Martin: His Tragic Last Days." And the great man had lived on. He was quoted as saying he wanted "to die at La Famiglia with a Scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other"; but he outlived La Famiglia and had to move to Da Vinci for his J&B-and-sodas and his ashtray.
He was 78. I wanted him to hit 80, the age at which Buddha died. That is how I sometimes thought of him" the American Buddha. The idea of tragedy, of last tragic days, appeals and sells. But Jeannie, his wife of many years and in the end his closest friend, long had told me that somehow, in his seclusion and his silence, he was perfectly content.
A couple of months ago, I agreed to serve as the executive producer of a Dean Martin reissue for the Scamp subsidiary of Caroline Records. All I had to do was choose the recordings and write the notes. I was looking forward to him being alive when I wrote the notes, alive and in his 80th year when the album came out; Looking forward to playing the Bodhidharma angle, saying that if Dino grew a beard and wrapped himself in saffron cloth he would be considered a spiritual master in his silent wisdom and withdrawal from the world into contentment.
And I would half believe what I would say.
It was, in a way, Dean's refusal to wear a robe of piety, his absolute and innane lack of pretension that has stood in the way of a wider recognition of and deeper respect for his work. Just listen, say to his 1951 Capitol recording, "Torma a Surriento," or watch him in Billy Wilder's banned and overlooked "Kiss Me Stupid," from 1964. Of course, after a while, in his enlightenment, he stopped taking any of it seriously. Unlike Sinatra, he never adopted the air of gravitas, never bore himself with self-importance, or treated his work as if it were art.
And that is why, in an age when pretense prevails over substance, every coughing of Sinatra has been reverently preserved and packaged while Dean has been regarded with the insouciance with which he regarded the world---but Sinatra, for one, was aware of what lay beneath that insouciance, and his words upon Dean's death may be the most beguiling he has ever uttered: "He has been like the air I breathe."
While I was working on the long strange book that came to be called Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams, it was Jeannie who told me that I would learn nothing about Dean from Dean, that he had completely divorced himself from, had no interest in, his memories and his life. Still, I wanted to meet him and when the book was done and published, Jeannie set about arranging a rendezvous. At the last minute, Dean told her, "If
I'm going to meet the guy I should at least show him the respect of reading his book first." Dean had read Black Beauty as a boy. Or so he claimed. Such was the extent of his reading. So that was that.
In the days following his passing I found that I wasn't alone in feeling that a breeze had died away. I ran into people who seemed to express something like sadness, something rarely heard in idle talk of a stranger's death.
"Jesus," I heard more than once. "I was hoping he at least would've outlived that fucking Jerry Lewis"---a sentiment of sincerity if not quite of mourning and one of such seeming popularity that Hallmark might well consider its message for a mass-produced sympathy card. And me, meanwhile, with my poignant fucking breezes thinking out loud, "I hope those stupid sons of bitches at Dell know to reissue the paperback but quick."
Anyway, he was one of a kind, and he lived. A mystery maybe even unto himself: but he lived."
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
The more Dean Martin songs you hear the better!
Earlier this day Miss Karen posted a seasonal selection tagged "A Happy Merry Little" that is brimmin' full of seasonal cheer. One awesome aspect of Karen's post was a swank salute to our most beloved Dino when as you will see below she says, "The more Dean Martin songs you hear the better! Don't believe me? Listen here, you'll believe me." Likes when you clicks on the link attached to her wonderfully wise words of Dino-appreciation, you are directed to a youtube vid of our Dino's 1966 Dino-seasonal al-b-um, "The Dean Martin Christmas Album 1966. We have also posted the vid below to make your Dino-listenin' pleasure even easier.
We are greatly grateful to Miss Karen for sharin' her touchin' 'n tender thoughts that speaketh the purest of pure Dino-truth, 'cause indeed THE MORE DEAN MARTIN SONGS YOU HEAR THE BETTER! We thank her for her energetic efforts to make more of her readership believers in Dino-delight! To checks this out in it's original source, and to share Miss Karen's post in total, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-message.
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Dean Martin The Dean Martin Christmas Album 1966
Dean could sing, and he was wonderful to watch.....
Today we share with you Myers Dino-seasonal Dino-centric post at his blog, "JazzWax" tagged "Dean Martin's Holiday Show." Marc notes 'bout his blog that it was "founded in 2007" and "is a two-time winner of the Jazz Journalists Association's best blog award." Impressive credentials indeed!
The fantastic focus of Myer's Dino-seasonal scribin's is the December 14th, 1967 edition of the Dino-show that he includes both a youtube link to as well as the vid itself. Likes in doin' a little searchin' this appears to be Mr. Myer's first forage into the life, times and music of our one and only Dino and we hope that it is not the last. Havin' someone with Mr. Marc Myers talent and background liftin' up our most beloved Dino is simply swank in our book. And, likes we are certain that this particular Dino-effort will bring many of Myers faithful readers deeper to knowin', lovin', and honorin' our one, our only Dino.
We thanks Mr. Marc Myers for his energetic efforts in the cause of our Dino and likes to checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-message.
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Dean Martin's Holiday Show
The Dean Martin Show first aired on NBC in 1965 and lasted nine seasons, until 1974. Martin's rugged good looks, enveloping manner, swinging vocals and self-deprecating sense of humor tapped into the psyche of the American adult viewer back then who was shunted aside by the youth market and left clinging to the 1950s. On Dec. 14, 1967, Martin hosted a holiday special of his weekly variety TV show. While there was plenty of cringe-worthy period humor that relied on alcohol excess and women in bathing suits, Dean could sing, and he was wonderful to watch (far better than listening to him on LP). Caterina Valente, one of his guests on this particular night, was always exceptional on variety shows. And perhaps best of all, you can hear the Les Brown Band, the show's house orchestra. This band could really swing. Here's Dino in December 1967...
Dean Martin Christmas Party?
Likes, we ain't quite sure what to make of this Dino-offerin', but it lifts up our most beloved Dino in a most honorin' way, so here goes...... From the most interestin' tagged blog, "The Nattering Naybob Chronicles," where a dude tagged Mr. Naybob" holds forth comes his entry, "A Dean Martin Christmas?" Likes we gets and digs the Dino-aspects of this entry, but we ain't too sure how "Naybob" is connectin' the dots between our Dino and what "Naybob tags "Discussion, critique and analysis of the potential impacts on equity, bond, commodity, capital and asset markets."
Likes we knows our great great man was the greatest of great successes in both the categories of talent and treasure, and "Naybob" does accent the big bucks our Dino got for the Dino-show....sharin' these choice Dino-thoughts,,,,"In 1967, after two seasons of high ratings, NBC gave Martin the most lucrative contract an entertainer had ever received from the network, up to that time."
Anywho, "Naybob" does a lovin' look at our Dino and his superbly success run with the Dean Martin Variety Show, and we are thrilled to share yet 'nother ubber unique way that our one and only Dino is bein' lifted up durin' this Dino-wintry season. We salute Mr. "Naybob" and thanks him for his awesome adulation of our most beloved Dino. And, likes if any of youse pallies gets a greater sense of how our Dino relates to the economic side of this post, likes please, please gives us a holler. Likes, to checks this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
A Dean Martin Christmas?
Summary
Discussion, critique and analysis of the potential impacts on equity, bond, commodity, capital and asset markets regarding the following:
Dean Martin Christmas Party?
"The Dean Martin Show" ran 9 years on NBC, 1965 - 1974 with 264 episodes and was perhaps, the most thoroughly enjoyable variety series of the 60's. Regulars included a dozen chorus girls, named "The Golddiggers", Dom DeLuise, Nipsey Russell, Kay Medford, Lou Jacobi, pianist Ken Lane, Leonard Barr, Guy Marks, Tom Bosley, Marian Mercer, Charles Nelson Reilly, and Rodney Dangerfield, while bandleader Les Brown was a regular.
Dean was initially reluctant to do the show, partially because he did not want to turn down other lucrative film and touring opportunities. His terms with the network were deliberately outrageous: demanding a high salary and that he need only show up for the actual taping of the show. To Dino's surprise the network agreed. As daughter Deana Martin recalled after meeting the network and making his demands, Martin returned home and announced to his family, "They went for it. So now I have to do it".
The King of Cool refused to take things seriously, on-camera, and his relaxed, flippant attitude seemed to bring out the very best qualities of his guests. Martin was legendary for his casual, spontaneous persona, and everything about his show followed suit, no doubt due to Martin's refusal to rehearse. It was obvious that Martin was reading most of his lines from cue cards and oft joked about doing so.
Dino's act was that of a drunken, work-shy playboy, although the ever-present old-fashioned glass in his hand often only had apple juice in it. One Take Martin did everything in one take, when he missed the lines on the cue cards, he just kept on going and grinning. Martin's on air stumbling and bumbling were part of the charm of the show. In constantly poking fun at the conventional TV talk show by maintaining a slightly subversive air, one could consider Dino's variety show as a forerunner of The David Letterman Show.
Martin, who actually did knock the Beatles' "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" out of Number 1 on the Pop Charts in 1964 with 'Everybody Loves Somebody", was unbelievably popular. In 1967, after two seasons of high ratings, NBC gave Martin the most lucrative contract an entertainer had ever received from the network, up to that time.
Getting a Raise?
Once again, while drinking from a punchbowl filled to the brim with happy "daze" MSM narrative, all served up via Byzantine statistical methods, the Fed delivered holiday market cheer in the form of a 25 bps raise.
A subtle reminder to all... Interest rates are the cost of money? DEAD WRONG. Interest rates are NOT the cost of money, they are the cost of LOAN FUNDS. The cost of money is reflected in FX indexes and currency pairs.
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- Last Time Out, A Dean Martin Xmas Party?
- The Fed Raise; Dollar Index; LIBOR
- SP500 Rising; HIBOR; EM Dollar Debt
Last Time Out
With technological convergence, the business model is morphing and the goalposts are getting moved. The existing satellite and cable providers have the difficult task of attempting to manage transitioning from a shrinking legacy subscriber base, to a growing subscriber base in newer venues, such as streaming and slinging.
Ultimately these competitors all face the same problem our Slingin Dude did, a litany of Byzantine content licensing schemes and turf wars. Finishing my coffee (indicates one’s determination to see an activity through to its end no matter what). More competitors pushing streaming services means, more downward pressure on prices for that content. - The Big LebowskiSpeaking of the opposite end of the spectrum (pun intended), with shrinking pricing latitude, margins and revenues, SP500 valuations just keep going up. This equity fest almost seems like one big....
Dean Martin Christmas Party?
"The Dean Martin Show" ran 9 years on NBC, 1965 - 1974 with 264 episodes and was perhaps, the most thoroughly enjoyable variety series of the 60's. Regulars included a dozen chorus girls, named "The Golddiggers", Dom DeLuise, Nipsey Russell, Kay Medford, Lou Jacobi, pianist Ken Lane, Leonard Barr, Guy Marks, Tom Bosley, Marian Mercer, Charles Nelson Reilly, and Rodney Dangerfield, while bandleader Les Brown was a regular.
Dean was initially reluctant to do the show, partially because he did not want to turn down other lucrative film and touring opportunities. His terms with the network were deliberately outrageous: demanding a high salary and that he need only show up for the actual taping of the show. To Dino's surprise the network agreed. As daughter Deana Martin recalled after meeting the network and making his demands, Martin returned home and announced to his family, "They went for it. So now I have to do it".
The King of Cool refused to take things seriously, on-camera, and his relaxed, flippant attitude seemed to bring out the very best qualities of his guests. Martin was legendary for his casual, spontaneous persona, and everything about his show followed suit, no doubt due to Martin's refusal to rehearse. It was obvious that Martin was reading most of his lines from cue cards and oft joked about doing so.
Dino's act was that of a drunken, work-shy playboy, although the ever-present old-fashioned glass in his hand often only had apple juice in it. One Take Martin did everything in one take, when he missed the lines on the cue cards, he just kept on going and grinning. Martin's on air stumbling and bumbling were part of the charm of the show. In constantly poking fun at the conventional TV talk show by maintaining a slightly subversive air, one could consider Dino's variety show as a forerunner of The David Letterman Show.
Martin, who actually did knock the Beatles' "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" out of Number 1 on the Pop Charts in 1964 with 'Everybody Loves Somebody", was unbelievably popular. In 1967, after two seasons of high ratings, NBC gave Martin the most lucrative contract an entertainer had ever received from the network, up to that time.
Getting a Raise?
Once again, while drinking from a punchbowl filled to the brim with happy "daze" MSM narrative, all served up via Byzantine statistical methods, the Fed delivered holiday market cheer in the form of a 25 bps raise.
A subtle reminder to all... Interest rates are the cost of money? DEAD WRONG. Interest rates are NOT the cost of money, they are the cost of LOAN FUNDS. The cost of money is reflected in FX indexes and currency pairs.
This missive was published as an exclusive to Seeking Alpha. To access the ENTIRE text for FREE on Seeking Alpha, please click here. The Nattering One does not receive remuneration if you register, only satisfaction.
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Ed's Epistle.....Remember Dino This Christmas
Hey pallies, likes it just wouldn't be the Dino-wintery season without the most powerfully pure prose from our brother in Dino, Ed of Ed's Epistle fame. So, on this 21st day of Dino-winter month, we share a post that Ed first scribed for Dino-departure-day 2009.
In his profoundly personal way, as only Ed can do it, he sensitively & solemnly shares with us how deeply the passin' of our Dino effected him, and how only a few months later, the man who introduced him to our King of Cool, his wonderful Dino-devoted father, also followed Dino beyond the grave.
It is with the purest of pure pleasure that we once 'gain share, "Ed's Epistle.....Remembering Dino This Christmas".......some of our Brother Ed's most deeply deep Dino-hearted sentiments ever. Thanks Brother Ed for helpin' to bring so so much Dino-light to our Dino-paths! Dino-always, ever, and only, DMP
Christmas is time of mixed emotions. Early childhood memories are filled with trees, lights, and gifts. Dino on the turntable and family in house. These are the days were the basis of all future life moments are compared.
Things evolve as one ages. Times of receiving are replaced with times of giving. Times of being with family are replaced with times of remembering family. We settle for good health rather than good gifts. Memories and present family we rely on to get through present day ills and worries.
Family and friends who in the past filtered out the bad and rang in the good are no longer with some of us. Time for reflection and hopes for the future will fill my holidays.
Dino slipped away from us on a Christmas morning some fourteen years ago. Exited quietly on the most tranquil morning of the year. Typical Dino to duck out when no one was looking. Not wanting the attention, the spotlight. It was Christmas morning 1995, while Dino song filled the world’s airways, and hearts with his voice, his soul left this earth. Dino going Splitsville from his own party to catch a late western, Christmas morning he left to go the big bar upstairs. He knew no one was looking, I'm sure. The Rat Pack lost it's cool.
The world turned a page, started a new chapter.
When the image of Dean flashed on the screen, the family paused to watch. It's not good when a show is interrupted for a special announcement, on Christmas morning of all times. Worse when the image is the one you associate your childhood with. The smile happy, the voice song, the laugh fun, the face Dino.
Part of the collective American soul died that morning.
Fortunately, the spirit of Dino has grown bigger since his passing. Dino is as big as ever. His is now the rank of legend. Dino owns the Cool recipe. He copyrighted 'sigh'. He's untouchable. He lives in memory, on screen, and in voice. Frank may have done it his way, but Dino did it our way. We get it. Christmas is tonic. Some parts happy, some sad, some hopeful, some remorseful. All mixed together makes you humble. I am fortunate for what I had, and what I have. Make someone feel that this season. Create some memories, play some Dino. Today is tomorrow memories.
To all of your family and friends, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. I hope you're season are is filled with Dino, and your heart with happiness!
In his profoundly personal way, as only Ed can do it, he sensitively & solemnly shares with us how deeply the passin' of our Dino effected him, and how only a few months later, the man who introduced him to our King of Cool, his wonderful Dino-devoted father, also followed Dino beyond the grave.
It is with the purest of pure pleasure that we once 'gain share, "Ed's Epistle.....Remembering Dino This Christmas".......some of our Brother Ed's most deeply deep Dino-hearted sentiments ever. Thanks Brother Ed for helpin' to bring so so much Dino-light to our Dino-paths! Dino-always, ever, and only, DMP
Christmas is time of mixed emotions. Early childhood memories are filled with trees, lights, and gifts. Dino on the turntable and family in house. These are the days were the basis of all future life moments are compared.
Things evolve as one ages. Times of receiving are replaced with times of giving. Times of being with family are replaced with times of remembering family. We settle for good health rather than good gifts. Memories and present family we rely on to get through present day ills and worries.
Family and friends who in the past filtered out the bad and rang in the good are no longer with some of us. Time for reflection and hopes for the future will fill my holidays.
Dino slipped away from us on a Christmas morning some fourteen years ago. Exited quietly on the most tranquil morning of the year. Typical Dino to duck out when no one was looking. Not wanting the attention, the spotlight. It was Christmas morning 1995, while Dino song filled the world’s airways, and hearts with his voice, his soul left this earth. Dino going Splitsville from his own party to catch a late western, Christmas morning he left to go the big bar upstairs. He knew no one was looking, I'm sure. The Rat Pack lost it's cool.
The world turned a page, started a new chapter.
When the image of Dean flashed on the screen, the family paused to watch. It's not good when a show is interrupted for a special announcement, on Christmas morning of all times. Worse when the image is the one you associate your childhood with. The smile happy, the voice song, the laugh fun, the face Dino.
Part of the collective American soul died that morning.
Fortunately, the spirit of Dino has grown bigger since his passing. Dino is as big as ever. His is now the rank of legend. Dino owns the Cool recipe. He copyrighted 'sigh'. He's untouchable. He lives in memory, on screen, and in voice. Frank may have done it his way, but Dino did it our way. We get it. Christmas is tonic. Some parts happy, some sad, some hopeful, some remorseful. All mixed together makes you humble. I am fortunate for what I had, and what I have. Make someone feel that this season. Create some memories, play some Dino. Today is tomorrow memories.
To all of your family and friends, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. I hope you're season are is filled with Dino, and your heart with happiness!
Dino..... "brought a slurred, insinuating sensuality to the intimate crooning style"
Hey pallies, likes we are perfectly pleased to once 'gain share awesome adulation from the good ol' United States of America in huge homage of our Dino's 21th anniversary of his passin' from our presence. Likes today we return to a blog often shared here at ilovedinomartin, 'cause the blogger, Mr. David Lobosco, is a self-proclaimed devotee of our Dino and over time has shared many many hugely honorin' Dino-posts at his pad.
Mr. Lobosco's blog is tagged "A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE," and for a second year we share his December 25, 2015 post that is simply tagged, "PAST OBITS: DEAN MARTIN." The bulk of David's post is a word for word sharin' of our Dino's obituary as posted in the New York Times on December 26, 1995. Lobosco includes a link at the end of his post so we can all read in it's original format...just clicks on the tag
SOURCE at the end of this post.
Likes it is with perfect pleasure that we 'gain share with all youse Dino-holics Mr. David Lobosco's most informative post on this 21st anniversary of our Dino's departure from our presence. It is always always awesome to return time and time 'gain to one of the most Dino-devoted bloggers we have made acquaintance with. Thanks pallie David for once 'gain liftin' up the name of our one and only Dino in such a wondrously wise way! To checks this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram. Deeply deeply devoted to Dino, DMP
Friday, December 25, 2015
PAST OBITS: DEAN MARTIN
It is hard to believe that one of my favorite singers, Dean Martin, has been gone now for 20 years. He died on Christmas Day 1995. Although life goes on, Christmas is a little sadder since Dean has been gone. Here is the New York Times obituary from December 26, 1995...
Dean Martin, the sleepy-voiced pop crooner and movie actor who with Jerry Lewis formed one of the most popular comedy teams in movie history, died yesterday at his home in Beverly Hills, Calif. He was 78.
The cause was acute respiratory failure, said Mort Viner, his longtime agent and friend.
For nearly four decades Mr. Martin carried on two self-sustaining careers, one as a singer, the other as an actor. In the mid-1960's he also became a popular television star with his own variety show.
As a pop vocalist who brought a slurred, insinuating sensuality to the intimate crooning style popularized by Bing Crosby and Perry Como, he enjoyed a string of hit records including "That's Amore," "Memories Are Made of This," "Return to Me," and "Everybody Loves Somebody."
While Mr. Martin was never considered a serious pop-song interpreter, he was a significant influence on others. The singer, who once said he "copied Bing Crosby 100 percent," was the link between Crosby's and Perry Como's relaxed crooning style and the soft, sultry side of Elvis Presley, who named Mr. Martin a boyhood idol and whose ballad hits like "Love Me Tender" copied Mr. Martin's bedroom-voiced diction.
As an actor, Mr. Martin appeared in 55 films, beginning with "My Friend Irma" in 1949 and ending with "Cannonball Run II" in 1984. His screen career had two distinct phases. Beginning in 1949, he starred with Mr. Lewis in 16 hit comedies, playing the suave straight man to Mr. Lewis's infantile clown. They were direct descendants of the popular 40's duo of Abbott and Costello.
Among Mr. Martin's other important movies were "Some Came Running," "Rio Bravo," "The Sons of Katie Elder" and "The Silencers." "The Silencers" was the first of four spy films in which he played Matt Helm, a James Bond-like smoothie. Despite good reviews for "The Young Lions," he did not pursue a serious film career. Still, in movies like "Sergeants Three," "Four for Texas," and "Robin and the Seven Hoods," which he made with Mr. Sinatra and the clique known as the Rat Pack, Mr. Martin projected an unflappable nonchalance tinged with an amused self-parody.
Within the Rat Pack Mr. Martin was dubbed "the clown prince." One of the popular myths about him -- that he was a heavy drinker who lived in a perpetual alcoholic haze -- was an idea borrowed from Phil Harris and successfully promoted by the star, whose supremely relaxed manner, ad-libbing and slightly blurred diction bolstered the image of hard-drinking sybarite. Although the image was largely an invention, Nick Tosches' 1992 biography of the singer, "Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams," portrayed him as a heavy drinker late in his life.
The son of an Italian immigrant barber, Mr. Martin was born Dino Paul Crocetti on June 7, 1917 in Steubenville, Ohio, and began his singing career in a local spaghetti parlor. As a teen-ager he was an amateur welterweight fighter and later alternated between singing and working as a croupier in nightclubs. He adopted the name Dino Martini when he first sang with the Sammy Watkins Band in Cleveland and shortened it to Dean Martin after meeting Mr. Lewis.
From picture to picture, the Martin and Lewis formula hardly varied. As Mr. Lewis clowned and mugged, Mr. Martin played the amused, fraternally indulgent, faintly patronizing straight man. But their playful screen chemistry did not extend to their personal relationship and, in 1956, while completing their final picture "Hollywood or Bust," they announced their breakup.
Mr. Martin once said that the two biggest turning points in his career were "meeting Jerry Lewis" and "leaving Jerry Lewis."
He became a television star in 1965 when "The Dean Martin Show," a one-hour variety show, began its eight-year run. It was followed by "The Dean Martin Comedy World" and then by a series of celebrity roasts. The show, with its racy ad-libs and air of spontaneity, fixed Mr. Martin's image in the public mind as a genial, slightly soused emcee with a couldn't-care-less attitude.
His recording career was as long and successful as his career in movies. Signed to Capitol Records in 1948, he had 40 singles on Billboard's charts between 1950 and 1969. Three of them -- "That's Amore" (1953), "Memories Are Made of This" (1955) and "Everybody Loves Somebody" (1964) -- were million-sellers, and seven reached the top 10. Between 1964 and 1969 he released 11 albums that were certified "gold," for sales of more than 500,000 copies. All 11 were recorded for Reprise, a label founded by Frank Sinatra in which Mr. Martin was an investor.
"Everybody Loves Somebody," which revitalized his pop singing career in 1964 and was the theme of his television show, was produced by Jimmy Bowen, a top producer of country music during the 1970's. Most of Mr. Martin's later recordings were made in Nashville and had a strong country flavor.
Mr. Martin married three times. He had four children by his first wife, Elizabeth Anne McDonald, whom he married in 1940 and divorced in 1949. His second marriage to Jeanne Riegger lasted 23 years and produced three children, among them Dean Paul (Dino) Martin, who was a member of the 60's teen pop group Dino, Desi and Billy and later an actor. Dino Martin was killed in a plane crash in 1987...
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Mr. Lobosco's blog is tagged "A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE," and for a second year we share his December 25, 2015 post that is simply tagged, "PAST OBITS: DEAN MARTIN." The bulk of David's post is a word for word sharin' of our Dino's obituary as posted in the New York Times on December 26, 1995. Lobosco includes a link at the end of his post so we can all read in it's original format...just clicks on the tag
SOURCE at the end of this post.
Likes it is with perfect pleasure that we 'gain share with all youse Dino-holics Mr. David Lobosco's most informative post on this 21st anniversary of our Dino's departure from our presence. It is always always awesome to return time and time 'gain to one of the most Dino-devoted bloggers we have made acquaintance with. Thanks pallie David for once 'gain liftin' up the name of our one and only Dino in such a wondrously wise way! To checks this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram. Deeply deeply devoted to Dino, DMP
Friday, December 25, 2015
PAST OBITS: DEAN MARTIN
It is hard to believe that one of my favorite singers, Dean Martin, has been gone now for 20 years. He died on Christmas Day 1995. Although life goes on, Christmas is a little sadder since Dean has been gone. Here is the New York Times obituary from December 26, 1995...
Dean Martin, the sleepy-voiced pop crooner and movie actor who with Jerry Lewis formed one of the most popular comedy teams in movie history, died yesterday at his home in Beverly Hills, Calif. He was 78.
The cause was acute respiratory failure, said Mort Viner, his longtime agent and friend.
For nearly four decades Mr. Martin carried on two self-sustaining careers, one as a singer, the other as an actor. In the mid-1960's he also became a popular television star with his own variety show.
As a pop vocalist who brought a slurred, insinuating sensuality to the intimate crooning style popularized by Bing Crosby and Perry Como, he enjoyed a string of hit records including "That's Amore," "Memories Are Made of This," "Return to Me," and "Everybody Loves Somebody."
While Mr. Martin was never considered a serious pop-song interpreter, he was a significant influence on others. The singer, who once said he "copied Bing Crosby 100 percent," was the link between Crosby's and Perry Como's relaxed crooning style and the soft, sultry side of Elvis Presley, who named Mr. Martin a boyhood idol and whose ballad hits like "Love Me Tender" copied Mr. Martin's bedroom-voiced diction.
As an actor, Mr. Martin appeared in 55 films, beginning with "My Friend Irma" in 1949 and ending with "Cannonball Run II" in 1984. His screen career had two distinct phases. Beginning in 1949, he starred with Mr. Lewis in 16 hit comedies, playing the suave straight man to Mr. Lewis's infantile clown. They were direct descendants of the popular 40's duo of Abbott and Costello.
Among Mr. Martin's other important movies were "Some Came Running," "Rio Bravo," "The Sons of Katie Elder" and "The Silencers." "The Silencers" was the first of four spy films in which he played Matt Helm, a James Bond-like smoothie. Despite good reviews for "The Young Lions," he did not pursue a serious film career. Still, in movies like "Sergeants Three," "Four for Texas," and "Robin and the Seven Hoods," which he made with Mr. Sinatra and the clique known as the Rat Pack, Mr. Martin projected an unflappable nonchalance tinged with an amused self-parody.
Within the Rat Pack Mr. Martin was dubbed "the clown prince." One of the popular myths about him -- that he was a heavy drinker who lived in a perpetual alcoholic haze -- was an idea borrowed from Phil Harris and successfully promoted by the star, whose supremely relaxed manner, ad-libbing and slightly blurred diction bolstered the image of hard-drinking sybarite. Although the image was largely an invention, Nick Tosches' 1992 biography of the singer, "Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams," portrayed him as a heavy drinker late in his life.
The son of an Italian immigrant barber, Mr. Martin was born Dino Paul Crocetti on June 7, 1917 in Steubenville, Ohio, and began his singing career in a local spaghetti parlor. As a teen-ager he was an amateur welterweight fighter and later alternated between singing and working as a croupier in nightclubs. He adopted the name Dino Martini when he first sang with the Sammy Watkins Band in Cleveland and shortened it to Dean Martin after meeting Mr. Lewis.
From picture to picture, the Martin and Lewis formula hardly varied. As Mr. Lewis clowned and mugged, Mr. Martin played the amused, fraternally indulgent, faintly patronizing straight man. But their playful screen chemistry did not extend to their personal relationship and, in 1956, while completing their final picture "Hollywood or Bust," they announced their breakup.
Mr. Martin once said that the two biggest turning points in his career were "meeting Jerry Lewis" and "leaving Jerry Lewis."
He became a television star in 1965 when "The Dean Martin Show," a one-hour variety show, began its eight-year run. It was followed by "The Dean Martin Comedy World" and then by a series of celebrity roasts. The show, with its racy ad-libs and air of spontaneity, fixed Mr. Martin's image in the public mind as a genial, slightly soused emcee with a couldn't-care-less attitude.
His recording career was as long and successful as his career in movies. Signed to Capitol Records in 1948, he had 40 singles on Billboard's charts between 1950 and 1969. Three of them -- "That's Amore" (1953), "Memories Are Made of This" (1955) and "Everybody Loves Somebody" (1964) -- were million-sellers, and seven reached the top 10. Between 1964 and 1969 he released 11 albums that were certified "gold," for sales of more than 500,000 copies. All 11 were recorded for Reprise, a label founded by Frank Sinatra in which Mr. Martin was an investor.
"Everybody Loves Somebody," which revitalized his pop singing career in 1964 and was the theme of his television show, was produced by Jimmy Bowen, a top producer of country music during the 1970's. Most of Mr. Martin's later recordings were made in Nashville and had a strong country flavor.
Mr. Martin married three times. He had four children by his first wife, Elizabeth Anne McDonald, whom he married in 1940 and divorced in 1949. His second marriage to Jeanne Riegger lasted 23 years and produced three children, among them Dean Paul (Dino) Martin, who was a member of the 60's teen pop group Dino, Desi and Billy and later an actor. Dino Martin was killed in a plane crash in 1987...
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Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Dean Martin christmas songs - Best Christmas songs 2017
Hey pallies, likes we on this 20th Day of Dino-wintry season we return once 'gain with a fantastic find from the pallies at youtube of a vid collection of 17---count -em---17 coolest of cool classic croons of the season by our most most beloved Dino likes, as we all know, our Dino made his very very very own! These swank seasonal selections begins with "White Christmas" and closes with "Rudolph The Red-Nosed (Beaked in Dino-lingo) Reindeer."
All of us who are totally totally sold out to our Dino awesomely affirm that no one, and we means no one sings seasonal songs like our great great man. So, sits yourself back and listen to over 50 minutes of glorious glorious Dino-singin' a la season. Likes we sez our thanks to the pallie who posted this for all our Dino-enjoyment, a lovely lady tagged Miss Rachel Brake.
All of us who are totally totally sold out to our Dino awesomely affirm that no one, and we means no one sings seasonal songs like our great great man. So, sits yourself back and listen to over 50 minutes of glorious glorious Dino-singin' a la season. Likes we sez our thanks to the pallie who posted this for all our Dino-enjoyment, a lovely lady tagged Miss Rachel Brake.
Dean Martin christmas songs - Best Christmas songs 2017 - dean martin christmas
Rachel Brake
Monday, December 19, 2016
"The Night Before Christmas....Dino-style"
Hey pallies likes it has become an annual Dino-tradition here at ilovedinomartin for the postin' of our own Dino-devoted pallie Danny G.'s classic Dino-poetry parody, "The Night Before Christmas...Dino-style." Likes first shared here at our humble little Dino-home in 2010, it is our purest of pure Dino-delight to share it 'gain this year on this 19th day of Dino-winter-month to likes puts us all us Dino-holics into the coolest of cool Dino-seasonal mood!
Likes week-in, week-out our wholely Dino-hearted pallie Danny G. continues to crank out his fab-u-lous column, "Danny G.'s Sunday Serenade With Dino" for all us dudes' Dino-pleasure while he also serves as a faithful Dino-example to his wee boy and girl pallies Nicky and Stel. And, this Dino-seasonal prose gives testimony that Danny-o is truly truly an up-and-comin' proser of hip, cool, and ever randy Dino-parodies as well!
We knows that likes you will 'gain grooves on Danny G's retellin' of our most beloved Dino and his pack of pallies waitin' their visit from the jolly ol' man in red himself. We wisely wishes that our pallie Danny-o woulda be able to scribe more and more awesome Dino-reflections for the the Dino-edification of our waitin' readership. Thanks once 'gain Danny-o for your awesome Dino-funnin' and for the many and varied ways you continue to lift up the name of our Dino here at ilovedinomartin.
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Twas the night before Christmas
at the Dean Martin pad
chicks and pallies were groovin'
the music was rad.
Martinis were pourin'
shaken not stirred
Dino's "White Christmas'
was all that was heard.
The stockings were stuffed
with vodka and gin
Ol' blue eyes and Sammy
just stumbled in.
The boys in their tuxes
broads wrapped in their minks
Sir Dino was mixin'
some holiday drinks.
Then up on the roof
they heard a hell of a smash
Sammy yelled out
"Hey man, Santa just crashed!"
Frank invited him in
for a drink and a smoke
Santa said "Sure!
I'll take a rum and a coke!"
A bundle of booze
he had on his back
the tag on the bag
said "For the Rat Pack"
Dean gave Jeannie her gift
"To the one I love most"
"It's just what I wanted,
The Dean Martin Roasts!"
Dino caught Santa's eye
and gave him a wink
straightened his bow tie
and finished his drink.
The party still swingin'
Dino snuck up to bed
while visions of showgirls
danced in his head.
As St. Nick jumped in his sleigh
and rose to the heavens
They all gathered round'
to watch "Ocean's Eleven".
But they heard him exclaim
as he flew through the sky
"Merry Christmas Dino Crocetti,
your my kinda guy!!!"
Likes week-in, week-out our wholely Dino-hearted pallie Danny G. continues to crank out his fab-u-lous column, "Danny G.'s Sunday Serenade With Dino" for all us dudes' Dino-pleasure while he also serves as a faithful Dino-example to his wee boy and girl pallies Nicky and Stel. And, this Dino-seasonal prose gives testimony that Danny-o is truly truly an up-and-comin' proser of hip, cool, and ever randy Dino-parodies as well!
We knows that likes you will 'gain grooves on Danny G's retellin' of our most beloved Dino and his pack of pallies waitin' their visit from the jolly ol' man in red himself. We wisely wishes that our pallie Danny-o woulda be able to scribe more and more awesome Dino-reflections for the the Dino-edification of our waitin' readership. Thanks once 'gain Danny-o for your awesome Dino-funnin' and for the many and varied ways you continue to lift up the name of our Dino here at ilovedinomartin.
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Twas the night before Christmas
at the Dean Martin pad
chicks and pallies were groovin'
the music was rad.
Martinis were pourin'
shaken not stirred
Dino's "White Christmas'
was all that was heard.
The stockings were stuffed
with vodka and gin
Ol' blue eyes and Sammy
just stumbled in.
The boys in their tuxes
broads wrapped in their minks
Sir Dino was mixin'
some holiday drinks.
Then up on the roof
they heard a hell of a smash
Sammy yelled out
"Hey man, Santa just crashed!"
Frank invited him in
for a drink and a smoke
Santa said "Sure!
I'll take a rum and a coke!"
A bundle of booze
he had on his back
the tag on the bag
said "For the Rat Pack"
Dean gave Jeannie her gift
"To the one I love most"
"It's just what I wanted,
The Dean Martin Roasts!"
Dino caught Santa's eye
and gave him a wink
straightened his bow tie
and finished his drink.
The party still swingin'
Dino snuck up to bed
while visions of showgirls
danced in his head.
As St. Nick jumped in his sleigh
and rose to the heavens
They all gathered round'
to watch "Ocean's Eleven".
But they heard him exclaim
as he flew through the sky
"Merry Christmas Dino Crocetti,
your my kinda guy!!!"
Gemmy - Christmas Dean Martin Animated Figure
Hey pallies, likes as the days draw closer and closer to Dino-departure-day as we today arrive at the 19th Day of Dino-winter month, we felt so Dino-directed to goes on over to the pallies at youtube to see what sorta Dino-discoveries that we might add to our Dino-seasonal festivities, Likes the first thin' we posted last Satur-Dino-day was that most beloved of beloved Dino-seasonal programmes, the 1967 wintry Dino-show with fams Martin and Sinatra celebratin' together. Likes if you ain't checked that out yet, be sure to do so asap 'cause the vid often doesn't stay up too long at youtube.
Today we wanna helps puts youse all in the fun and frolic Dino-seasonal mood with a short vid created by pallie who tags themself as "ENTMan98." Likes the awesome accent is on one of those croonin' Dino-figures by the folks at Gemmy with our most beloved Dino classicly croonin' 'way at two Dino-seasonal songs, "Winter Wonderland" and "Let It Snow."
Likes it this doesn't lift your Dino-spirits, we ain't sure what will! So, likes we salute pallie "ENTMan98" for puttin' this up on youtube for our Dino-viewin' and listenin' pleasure. May all your Dino-days be brightened by our one, our only Dino!
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Gemmy - Christmas Dean Martin Animated Figure
Today we wanna helps puts youse all in the fun and frolic Dino-seasonal mood with a short vid created by pallie who tags themself as "ENTMan98." Likes the awesome accent is on one of those croonin' Dino-figures by the folks at Gemmy with our most beloved Dino classicly croonin' 'way at two Dino-seasonal songs, "Winter Wonderland" and "Let It Snow."
Likes it this doesn't lift your Dino-spirits, we ain't sure what will! So, likes we salute pallie "ENTMan98" for puttin' this up on youtube for our Dino-viewin' and listenin' pleasure. May all your Dino-days be brightened by our one, our only Dino!
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Gemmy - Christmas Dean Martin Animated Figure
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "I'll Be Home For Christmas"
Is it snowin' in your neck of the woods, too?
Well...it's DEF I NATE LY beginnin' to looks A LOT like Christmas here! Haha!!
Gots'nother 4"-6" fallin' on us this time.
That's OK though, pallies. After all...'tis the season! Right?! Right!
I say Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow!
My only wee complaint is I didn't quite plan on bein' snowed in all bloody day...so I failed to grab me some basic necessities!
Youse know what I mean...Vino...sausage...little more vino...tomato paste...did I say vino already? Youse know...necessities.
Oh well, pals o' mine...I'll make due.
That's what the old timers did. They made due.
Used whatever they had...& came up with some yummy suppers for the family.
My Uncle tells me that his mom would make the BESTEST Pasta i fagioli...just outta what she had layin' around.
So...if they could do it...then so will I! Haha!!
Man...I'm REALLY gettin' "old-school" now! Ha!
Anyways, pallies...speakin' 'bout my ol' Uncle...he REALLY gets me thinkin' back to my younger days.
We laugh 'bout all the crazy thins' that have happened over the years.
Reminisce 'bout all the peeps that have come & gone.
REALLY gets me longin' for those olden times & Christmases gone by.
Man, mi amici...what I wouldn't give to be back there, now...just for a bit.
Hug my Dad...give my Nanna G. a kiss...be foolish with my friends.
Just be young & free of worry, once again.
I guess we ALL wouldn't mind that huh, pals?
Well...guess what, my friends?!
Deans gonna help us do just that!
Today's Serenade, "I'll Be Home for Christmas", is that ONE special song that REALLY takes me back there. Gets me happy & sad at the same time, pallies.
Sends me back to those WONDERFUL days!
Maybe it does the same for you, my friends. I'm hopin' that it does. I hope it will bring ALL youse, pals o' mine, some GREAT GREAT memories of this GREAT GREAT time of year!
Enjoy the Dino-Season, mi amici!
SO SO nice I...I had to play it twice!
I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas eve you'll find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Christmas with The Martins and The Sinatras - FULL EPISODE
As we were just doin' some youtube searchin' in the highest of high hopes that this swankly spectacular special might have been shared once 'gain on youtube, we discovered that a pallie tagged "Deano Martin" had done the deeply delightful Dino-deed of sharin' the vid of the complete show that aired on December 21, 1967 for Dino-holics everywhere to fantasticly fabulously feast on this delightful delectable Dino-treat. Likes, likes we simply couldn't wait 'nother day to gets this out to Dino-philes everywhere!
We coulda goes on and on 'bout this enormous entertainment extravaganza, but likes then youse will have less time to sees it for yourselves. So, without further ado, we shouts our our awesome appreciato to "Deano Martin" for makin' our spirits ever more Dino-bright by viewin' our most beloved Dino with his fam and his most beloved pallie Mr. Frank Sinatra with his fam as well...bringin' us this hugest of holiday cheer!
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Christmas with The Martins and The Sinatras - FULL EPISODE
The Dean Martin Christmas Show (December 21, 1967).
Dean Martin ~ Wishes You A Merry Christmas ~ 1994
Hey pallies, likes today we are proudly pleased to once 'gain share a very short vid of a Christmas greetin' from our Dino created in 1994, the year before he departed from our presence. Somebody with an ol' vid camera approached our most beloved Dino comin' out of a bar and asked him to say Merry Christmas, and our ever gracious Dino does just that!
We've made it one of our Dino-traditions to share this vid durin' each and every Dino-winter month remembrances, and we greatly greatly grateful to offer it 'gain as we move closer and closer to Dino-departure Day 2016.
We thanks the pallie who musta planned to film this short vid for givin' all us Dino-holics this most movin' memory of our King of Cool.....truly bitter sweet for sure.
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
We've made it one of our Dino-traditions to share this vid durin' each and every Dino-winter month remembrances, and we greatly greatly grateful to offer it 'gain as we move closer and closer to Dino-departure Day 2016.
We thanks the pallie who musta planned to film this short vid for givin' all us Dino-holics this most movin' memory of our King of Cool.....truly bitter sweet for sure.
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Christmas with Dino. Let’s ponder that concept a second. No, let’s revel in it.
Hey pallies, likes on this 17th Day of Dino-winter month we share even more delightful Dino-seasonal glory from our use of the ol' google search engine with the tags Dean Martin Christmas. Likes today we takes you to the swankly swingin' site tagged "FunkMySoul - A Collection of Funk and Soul Gems" where Mr. Danny Eccleston has supremely scribed his really rad reflections on our most beloved Dino's seasonal croon cd, "Dean Martin - Christmas With Dino."
Likes, we naturally knew that a pad tagged "FunkMySoul" woulda offer a stunnin'ly stellar wisely worded review of Dino-wintry croons and that is exactly where it is at pallies! Mr. Eccleston immediately grabbed our Dino-attentionado when he began with his powerful pontification of deep Dino-adulation with these words we have chosen to tag this post, "Christmas with Dino. Let’s ponder that concept a second. No, let’s revel in it." And, likes that's exactly what Danny does....richly richly revelin' in his deepest of deep Dino-delight in our Dino's mellow melodies of mirth a la winter.
We here at ilovedinomartin and pleased as punch to shouts out our "thank you very much" to Mr. Danny Eccleston for rad review of that classic Dino-winter al-b-um, "Christmas With Dino" showin' us that our Dino continues to thrill lovin' listeners likes 'specially in these days of Dino-winter month.
Likes to checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of these Dino-thoughts.
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Dean Martin – Christmas With Dino
This CD compiles the “best” songs from Dean Martin’s two Christmas albums (1959’s A Winter Romance & 1966’s The Dean Martin Christmas Album), plus the 1953 single “The Christmas Blues”. Some songs appear twice on this disc, because Dean recorded them for both of his Christmas albums.
Christmas with Dino. Let’s ponder that concept a second. No, let’s revel in it. It would involve plenty of these, perhaps one or two of these, and plenty of feet-up time. Dean might sing you a song… but rest assured he wouldn’t knock himself out. That’s OK, though. Martin’s good-natured mumble-croon is the perfect complement to a lazy Yule: real-fire warm and ludicrously laid back – practically comatose, in fact, on Winter Wonderland, drawn for this seasonal Dino roundup from his 1966 Crimble cash-in, The Dean Martin Christmas Album. These tracks are never less than exceedingly agreeable, but are bettered by those drawn from 1959’s A Winter Romance, with gloriously witty arrangements and crisp work by the Gus Levene-conducted orchestra putting the porridgey ’66-vintage orchestrations to shame. This, surely, is the best Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! on record, and elsewhere Dino lives up to his ‘King Leer’ nickname on Frank Loesser’s slyly lascivious Baby, It’s Cold Outside. Dean’s Christmas TV special became a holiday staple in the States. Like everything else, he didn’t seem to take it terribly seriously, and perhaps the irony was not lost on him when he expired, of an acute respiratory failure, on Christmas morning, 1995. All ye who live to loaf, raise a glass to him. Danny Eccleston.