Thursday, October 31, 2019

Get "Scared Stiff" This Dino-ween

Hey pallies, likes Happy Dino-ween to all youse Dino-holics.  Likes it has been a deeply dependable Dino-tradition here at ilovedinomartin to celebrate this Dino-holi-day by sharin' this stunnin'ly stellar swank Dino-lantern that likes puts the awesomest of awesome accent on our Dino's amazin' Dino-buddahgrin!

And, likes for the last many many Dino-weens we have shared a youtube vid of our most beloved Dino and his most beloved partner in comedy , Mr. Jerry Lewis, gettin' "Scared Stiff" in their 1953 classic dramady of murder and mayhem.   "Stiff" is such an absolute gas and our ever lovin' Dino and his ever funny partner have never ever had cooler chemistry then in this coolest of cool caper of scare!  We are sorry to report that youtube no longer has the full film up there, so we are sharin' the marvelous movie trailer and then some select scenes from this fabulous flick.  As youse will note, the assembled vid clips from "Scared Stiff" are really random, but perhaps that will add to the Dino-ween fun of this fantastic film.

Likes Happy Dino-weenin' all youse Dino-philes and always, ever, and only keeps the lovin' focus on our most most most beloved DINO!

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Our Dino and Jerry Celebratin' Dino-ween

Hey pallies, likes here's just a bit more Dino-fun, and likes 'nother Dino-tradition here at ilovedinomartin to gets all us Dino-philes into the mood for Dino-ween.  Below, is  the extremely evocative pose of our most beloved Dino and his most beloved partner Mr. Jerry Lewis in a very very Dino-ween state of mind.

Donnin' pointy hats and leanin' on some great pumpkins Dino and Jerry create the coolest cool Dino-ween atmosphere.....looks at our Dino lookin' at Jerry makin' with facial and hand motions. ilovedinomartin is delighted to share with all youse Dino-holics  most classic of classic Dino-ween pose!

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis

Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis celebrating halloween | Rare and beautiful celebrity photos

Dean and Jerry are getting in the mood for Halloween!

Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis celebrating halloween

Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Send Some Dino-ween Wishes

Hey pallies, likes we are gonna takes a few days  break from all our powerfully potent postin' on the passin' of our most beloved Dino's biographer Mr. Nick Tosches to shares some Dino-ween fun with all youse Dino-philes, but know that we will be back with more huge homagin' of Mr. Tosches and his awesome adulation of our  most most beloved Dino after our coolest of cool celebration of Dino-ween.

Now pallies, likes  Dino-ween ain't far off now, , likes just a few 'way.    So, likes as in years past we thoughts we woulda  'gain sends all youse Dino-addicted pallies some Dino-ween images that you can use in creatin' Dino-ween-grams to fellow Dino-holics.

These images originally were from the "Dean Martin Informationscenter Deutschland"...," but that source is no longer available on the ol' net, but these Dino-graphics are still likes just waitin' for youse to share with all your Dino-diggin'  pallies on this special Dino-holi-day!

And, likes dudes likes besides sendin' to all the Dino-philes on your list, likes how 'bout sendin' to some of your pallies who are not yet solidly sold-out to our Dino?!?!?!?!?!...certainly a great way to energetically  encourage 'em in growin' in their personal Dino-devotion!!!!!   So use your Dino-creativity to spread the Dino-message durin' the Dino-ween season

Happy Dino-ween to all our ilovedinomartin Dino-homagers ...and as ever, keeps lovin' our most beloved Dino!

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Monday, October 28, 2019

DINO - a man beyond knowing

Hey pallies, likes in our continual quest to honor the passin' of Dino-biographer Mr. Nick Tosches and his hugest of huge honorin' of our most beloved Dino in the tremendous tome, "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams," we are repostin' a Dino-gram shared on September 19, 2013 that was shared HERE here first.  Likes this post features Mr. Tosches' New York Times original reverent reflections on our Dino's death on December 25, 1995.

We know that all youse Dino-philes will 'gain drink deeply of Nick's hugely heartfelt thoughts as we remember him and celebrate how incredibly influenced and immensely indebted we are to him for his
radiant reflections of the life, times, and teachin' of our most most most beloved Dino.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

 Hey pallies, likes ilovedinomartin thoughts that it woulda be quites Dino-appro after yesterday's sharin' of the Dino-Q&A from the  interview between Esquire mag scriber Mr. Scott Raab and brilliant biographer Mr. Nick Tosches on the sustainly stunnin' sucess of Tosches' Dino-bio, "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams," to post more of Tosches powerful prose on our most beloved Dino.  So that is what we are goin' to do!

Likes, in our Dino-researchin', we came 'cross Tosches' touchin' thoughts, first posted in the New York Times, and here shared with the readership of The Spokesman-Review....scribed followin'  our Dino's passin' from our planet on December 25, 1995.  While it is quite likely that these Dino-remembrances have been shared here on other occasions, it seems truly truly the fittin'  Dino-thin' to do, to share 'em as we continue to marvel at how the life, the times, and the teachin's of our Dino continued to be sought daily through Nick Tosches'  Dino-primer.

As Tosches points out be below, no one ever has, ever will  "know" our Dino, but no one else have ever, will ever come close to capturin' with words the man simply known as Dino.  To checks this out in it's original format, as usual, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-message.  Dino-awed, DMP

Rat Pack Dean Martin’s Death Gives Rise To Sweet Memories Of A Captivating, Carefree Era

January 7, 1996 - Updated: July 16, 11:09 a.m.
Dean Martin, who died two weeks ago at the age of 78, was a man no one really knew. His wife of 22 years, Jeannie, concluded that he was a man beyond knowing.

Newspapers eulogized him as a “pop crooner,” an “easygoing crooner” and a “happy-go-lucky pro.” His persona was that of the drunkest and coolest member of the Rat Pack, those avatars of a moment when smoke, booze, broads and plenty of linguine on the side were all of life worth living.

Frank and Dean’s consulship of cool began in January 1959, while “Some Came Running,” a movie in which they starred, was in theaters. Sinatra conducted the orchestra for Martin’s new album, “Sleep Warm,” and joined him onstage for the first time at the Sands Hotel in Las Vegas, Nev.

Soon they and their acolytes - Joey Bishop, Sammy Davis Jr., Peter Lawford and Shirley MacLaine - were known as the Clan, a phrase later dropped because it seemed too evocative of that other Klan. In homage to the Holmby Hills Rat Pack, the bygone drinking circle that had gathered around Humphrey Bogart, Sinatra’s Clan became the Rat Pack.

Frank Sinatra’s most successful recording of 1959 was “High Hopes.” In January 1960, at a news conference in the Senate Caucus Room, Lawford’s brother-in-law, John F. Kennedy, announced his candidacy for president of the United States. Sinatra threw his support behind Kennedy, and “High Hopes,” with new lyrics by Sammy Cahn, became an anthem of the time’s dumb optimism and Kennedy’s campaign song.

JFK and the Rat Pack. In retrospect, we may hope they were opposites but fear they were one and the same.

Between them we had all the symbols, all the spirit, of that carefree time. As Kennedy campaigned, the Rat Pack made “Ocean’s 11.” The group filmed by day and took the stage of the Sands by night. In between they drank and smoked and sat around telling stories. Kennedy showed up at ringside.
That summer, Sinatra, Davis, Lawford and MacLaine helped lead “The Star-Spangled Banner” at the opening of the Democratic National Convention in Los Angeles.

On the night of Kennedy’s nomination, Martin opened at the Sands. He said, “I’d like to tell you some of the good things the Mafia is doing.”

In his new book, “Bottoms Up: The Cocktail, Shaken and Stirred,” Joseph Lanza writes: “The Rat Pack era is renowned not only for bolstering Kennedy’s election but for binding American politics to the entertainment industry.

“These were the new gentlemen of leisure whose cavalier antics had sparked existential hunger in a world-weary middle class finally convinced that the ‘good life’ had nothing to do with the afterlife.
“All the Depression babies who had won the Big War could get at least some kind of door prize with a trip to Vegas, a stab at a slot machine and highballs to keep them fueled.”

But Dean Martin saw what Frank Sinatra did not: that there would be no place in Camelot for them. Sinatra organized a Washington gala on the eve of Kennedy’s swearing in.

That night, Sinatra appeared in a satin-lined Inverness cape, silk top hat, swallow-tailed coat and white kid gloves. Martin stayed home.

On a trip west in March 1962, Kennedy was to stay at Sinatra’s Palm Springs, Calif., home. But Robert Kennedy, the attorney general, advised his brother to stay elsewhere. After that, the FBI began monitoring the Rat Pack’s movements: at Skinny D’Amato’s joint in Atlantic City, at Sam Giancana’s joint outside Chicago.

The Rat Pack was filming “Robin and the Seven Hoods” when Kennedy was shot in November 1963. The end of Camelot was the end of the Rat Pack. The carefree days were done, the party was over.
America became aware of a place called Vietnam. Broads turned out to be women, songs grew sensitive and serious. There were whales to be saved, profundities to be pondered.
Sinatra took to playing it straight, went the dignified bel-canto route. But Martin - “I hate guys that sing serious,” he said - would not quit.

Into the ‘70s and beyond, Dino remained, with a leer and a laugh, at the bar, fading thus in the end from public consciousness.

Now, after decades as anathema and embarrassment, the Rat Pack has begun a resurgence. BBC radio did a six-part Rat Pack documentary in late 1993. The Jazz Hour label has issued a two-CD set of Sinatra, Martin and Davis captured live at Giancana’s Villa Venice in 1962.

The trend toward retro-cool has brought attention from other quarters as well. Esquire is planning a Rat Pack feature, and the ultrahip Caroline Records plans a Dean Martin collection on its Scamp label later this year. (Expect to hear “That’s Amore” in yet several more movies this year.)

The Rat Pack “embodied Hollywood’s most elemental myth, its deepest unspoken appeal,” Ronald Brownstein wrote in “The Power and the Glitter: The Hollywood-Washington Connection.” It was, he said, “a life without rules, without the constraints of fidelity, monogamy, sobriety.” Has that appeal subsided, or merely been suppressed by the appearance of sobriety and responsibility?

With Davis, Lawford and Martin gone, and Sinatra mostly silent, the Rat Pack is only a memory in these smoke-free, politically correct times. But the memory captivates. Drinking! Smoking! Hanging out in Vegas!

Who would not prefer such innocent worldliness to Alcoholism! Lung cancer! Losing it all!
Perhaps nostalgia for those days is an escape, no matter how fleeting or illusory, from safe sex and sobriety. Nostalgia stirs, for our own youth and our fathers’ youth. And we long to return to sharkskin and to shades. But - hey, it might be a song lyric - you can’t go home again.

Dean Martin died on Christmas Day. The following night on television, Jay Leno - bland and earnest - asked Harrison Ford if he had “overindulged” on the holiday.

“Yeah,” the equally bland and earnest actor replied. “I ate so much I had to use the Stairmaster for an hour and a half this morning.”

Has it come to this? When overindulging means an extra slice of apple pie? Dean Martin and his pallies would have had a good laugh at that one.

MEMO: Nick Tosches is the author of “Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams,” published in 1992.

Nick Tosches is the author of “Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams,” published in 1

Sunday, October 27, 2019

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "All In A Night's Work"




Scare youse?

Yes...that's my best werewolf, pals.

Just settin' the stage, mi Dino-ween diggin' amici.

Only a few nights to go.
Are youse ready?
Did youse pick out the PERFECTO costume?
Did youse grab 'nough candycorn?
Did youse stock up on plenty of olives for your late night martinis with Count Dino?!

As youse can see, my friends...I REALLY gets into this whole KOOKY SPOOKY vibe!

Well, man o's just SO SO much fun!

Don't even mind sittin' home...watchin' some scary flicks...drink in hand, of course...handin' out yummy treats, to all the little witches & goblins!

Now, pallies o mine...what I dig the most...what really sends a chill down my settin' all the lights down low...& just spinnin' some old & creepy type Dino-jams.

Yes, pals! Youse can find them!

It's all 'bout how youse interpret the lyrics!

I can just picture Count Dino roamin' the halls of his castle...tryin' to decide which tuxedo & cape to wear to tomorrow's Monster Ball...jammin' to "Blue Moon".

Or maybe, Dr. Frankenstein, workin' feverishly in his laboratory..."In the Misty Moonlight" softly playin' in the background ...creatin' the perfect cool cool swingin' fella!
Pieces of this of 'nother!
'Til finally...It's ALIIIIIVE!!!

Follow me, pals?

All youse need now, is the perfecto jam to set the soundtrack to your own Dino-ween type scene...& man o man...gets ready for some seriously creepy cool frights!

OK...Try this one, my spooktified friends.

A full moon slowly rises in the Autumn night sky...a young couple strollin' down a wooded path...Crack! What's that noise?!
They start to walk faster!
GRRRRRRRR... O my God! What is that?!
Now they is runnin'!
Somethins' right behind them!
Dear God, what is it?!!! (Insert woman's scream here)Aaaaaaaaa!!!!

Did I scare youse that time, pallies?!

Sounds like the kinda stuff that's "All in a Night's Work" for a cool cool swingin' singin' werewolf, to me, pals!

Hey, mi the Serenade says... "When a girl & fella get underneath that moon...It's not a long shot, somethin' is happenin' soon"!

Maybe "somethin" HORRORIFYIN'!

Enjoy, my friends & ALWAYS 'member... BEWARE THE MOON!
(Insert evil laugh here) Aaahahahahahaha!!!

Friday, October 25, 2019

"Dino amazes me. That book is 20 years old now. It's sold every day for 20 years."

Hey pallies, likes as we were reflectively  ruminatin' on the marvelous many and vastly varied Dino-grams accentin' now deceased Mr. Nick Tosches and his brilliant bio of our Dino, "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams" and profoundly ponderin' which of 'em we want to share with all youse Dino-philes one more time to deeply demonstrate all that Tosches has done for shinin' the brightest of bright light on our Dino's life, times, and teachin's, we remembered some Dino-devotion from September 18, 2013 that was first shared HERE.

Today we repost it below....a bit of Q&A between Esquire mag scriber Mr. Scott Raab and Mr. Nick Tosches awesomely accentin' the supreme success of "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Living.  Likes it brought us the deepest of deep Dino-happiness when we shared it back in '13 and truth be told pallies, it brings us ever more Dino-happiness this very Dino-day.  Drink deeply Dino-holics!

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Hey pallies, likes doin' some more Dino-searchin' on the ol' web, likes ilovedinomartin was thrilled to come 'cross a December 2012 interview that Esquire mag did with brillant biographer Nick Tosches, the scriber of the magnificent  masterpiece of our most beloved Dino, "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dream."  The interview was prosed by Esquire writer extraordinare Mr. Scott Raab,  who met up with Mr. Tosches "in the early afternoon at Circa Tabac, a smoking lounge in downtown Manhattan."

Mr. Raab chatted with Tosches 'bout an assortment of interestin' topics on his life and times and writing, but likes near the end of the interview, Scott 'fesses up that "Of all the books you've written, Dino, your biography of Dean Martin, is the one I keep rereading."  Now how wonderously wonderful is that dudes?!?!?!?!  To know that Raab keeps returnin' time and time 'gain to soak in the Dino-tale is likes just so so awesome....obviously Scott can't ever get 'nough of the life, times, and teachin's of our King of Cool.

And, likes if that ain't 'nough Dino-glory to share, Nick's response to Raab faithfulness to his Dino-tome is that, " Dino amazes me. That book is 20 years old now. It's sold every day for 20 years."  Now likes how how wow-full is that Dino-truth dudes?!?!?!  Indeed, in 2012, "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams" celebrated it's twentieth year of publication and to know that copies keeps on sellin' Dino-day after Dino-day is just so so thrillin'.  Likes what a wonderful sign that devotion to our Dino simply keeps increasin' each and every Dino-day as new generations wanna soak in the wonder of our Dino.

ilovedinomartin salutes the pallies at Esquire mag for doin' this recent interview with Mr. Nick Tosches, and 'specially for the excellent interview that Mr. Scott Raab scribed.  And thanks 'specially Mr. Raab for those closin' words of Dino-promise!  To know that you, likes so so many Dino-holics all over the globe keeps returnin' to the pages of Tosches' tome on Dino is likes so so awesome....and to hear from Tosches himself, that his brilliant bio keeps sellin' copies day after day, just brings such happiness to those of us who know, love, and honor our Dino.

To checks out the interview in it's entirety, as usual, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-report.  Dino-psyched, DMP

Nick Tosches: The ESQ&A

SR: Of all the books you've written, Dino, your biography of Dean Martin, is the one I keep rereading.

NT: Dino amazes me. That book is 20 years old now. It's sold every day for 20 years.

SR: It doesn't surprise me.

NT: It surprised me it was Dino. I like The Devil and Sonny Liston better, but part of me actually thinks fewer people read it because it's about a black guy.

Thursday, October 24, 2019

"Dean Martin is forever changed for all time because of how Tosches wrote about him."

Sheila O'Malley
Hey pallies, likes as we were searchin' the ol' 'net lookin' for powerful prose related to the recent death of Mr. Nick Tosches, the brilliant biographer of our most beloved Dino we lovin'ly lighted on the self tagged blog of Miss Shelia O"Malley (pictured on the left), "The Sheila Variations."  In times past we have often be deeply drawn to Miss O'Malley's beautiful blog as she has often shared Dino-devotion often remarkably referencin' Mr. Nick Tosches' thrillin' tome, "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams."

Likes. we woulda invites all youse Dino-philes to put Shelia O'Malley into the search engine box here at ilovedinomartin (in the upper left hand corner of our home page) to virtually view the swankly scripted most Dino-honorin' devotion that we have shared in times past.

Today we are proudly pleased to share Miss O'Malley's most recent Tosches-Dino post, "R.I.P. Tosches" shared below.  Miss Shelia is a profoundly powerful proser and this Dino-devotion once 'gain bears that out in sweet style.  As all youse Dino-holics will read below, in reverently rememberin' Tosches, O'Malley share a notable number of incredibly insightful quotations 'bout our Dino from the Dino-bio, which simply stunnin'ly shows once 'gain just how beautifully brilliant are Tosches Dino-insights.

Likes we have tagged this Dino-gram with what we consider Miss Shelia O'Malley's wonderfully worldly wise words, "Dean Martin is forever changed for all time because of how Tosches wrote about him."  O'Malley nails exactly what makes Tosches Dino-tome outside forever any and all other Dino-volumes that have or will be written.

We solemnly salute Miss Shelia O'Malley for this awesomely amazin' article hugely homagin' our Dino and the man who wrote about him best, Mr. Nick Tosches.  To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-report.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

R.I.P. Nick Tosches

Rest in peace to sui generis writer, whose books blaze with such individualism, such unforgettable prose, such high-flung sweeping paragraphs – so hard to paraphrase – impossible to parse out – he’s almost intimidating. His style is so his own, so depth-full, so intriguing and intricate. He weaves complex webs with his sentences, drawing you further and further in, until you can no longer sense the way you came in, the passageway back out is obliterated. Reading his stuff is a tonic – reminiscent of reading, say, Hunter S. Thompson, or Tom Wolfe or Lester Bangs – people with such a personal style you’d recognize their prose in a blind sample. It’s a dominant style. It refuses to allow you wiggle room. It’s you and the writer, alone in a room together, and they monologue at you. It’s not a conversation. So few writers have a real personal style. Style is something that can’t be taught (in my opinion). You have your own style or you don’t. Style comes from within. Style also comes from being well-read, from knowing the pathways carved by writers before you, from stealing/borrowing/imitating/learning from what they have done. You incorporate/reject all you have imbibed yourself. Style is not a “personal brand” as they say now. It is unique, style comes from the individual, style is the way the thoughts, feelings and perceptions, the collation of ideas, the of research – synthesizes, talks together, argues, reflects, leaving you the reader with a deep impression of understanding, maybe even – in Tosches’ case definitely – revelation. Dean Martin is forever changed for all time because of how Tosches wrote about him. So we have the real Dean Martin and we have Tosches’ Dean Martin. Tosches’ style is so strong I feel like I need to stay away from it if I am working on something similar, an in-depth piece about someone I love and know a lot about. I wouldn’t say I steal from him, but I would say he exists as an inspirational example, a high watermark of the form I would like to enter into myself: the RIFFS on well-known popular figures, but riffs with such a strong underlying structure, riffs based on KNOWLEDGE not just FEELING.
Two identical quotes come to mind.
The first is from Poetry magazine editor Harriet Monroe on E.E. Cummings’ poetry: “Beware his imitators.”
The second is W.B. Yeats’ warning in re: Jonathan Swift: “Imitate him if you dare.”
Tosches exists in the same protected category.
The padrone of Steubenville, the man who oversaw it all, the one to whom the Irish and the Jews and the rest paid tribute, was JamesVincent Tripodi, whom no one ever described as a gentleman. Botn in Italy in December 1899, Vincenzo Tripodi had established himself early and violently as the demon lover of the Democratic bosses, as the evilest dark breeze in that lush and fruitful garden. He lived at 638 Broadway with his wife. They called her Mae or Mabel, but her name was Amelia. She too had come from the other side, and was a girl of eighteen with Tripodi married her in 1926. There were semi-legitimate businesses: the J.V. Tripodi Restaurant on North Sixth Street, the beer distributorship that had grown out of a Prohibition monopoly. But Tripodi’s sub-rosa interests were everywhere his will decided them to be. He knew others of his kind, men in Cleveland, Detroit, New York. They would come to his daughter’s wedding and embrace him. But he neither sought nor cultivated their company, desiring no such shadow other than his own in the garden he held as his sacrosanct domain. He would end it many years later as he had begun it, with his hands and his will, blowing out his brains with a thirty-eight, alone in his garage, on a wintry afternoon in December, 1987, eleven days before his eighty-eighth birthday.
Tripodi was the first of many such characters whom Dino would encounter in his life: men — America called them the Mafia — who sought to wet their beaks (fari vagnari u pizzu, as the Sicilians said) in the lifeblood of every man’s good fortune. He shared many traits with these men, traits born of the old ways: the taciturn harboring close to the heart of any thought or feeling that ran too deeply; that emotinoal distance, that wall of lontananza between the self and the world; a natural, unarticulated belief in the supreme inviolability of the old ways themselves; a devout sense of Catholicism, based upon the power of its rituals and predicated on God’s special forgiveness for the sins of those whose faith was founded in the ancient, sacred grain of the old ways’ moralita. He shared these traits with them, but he did not share his money with them; and the more he came to know them — and he came to know them as few would — the more he hated them for the predators they were, and the more intent he became on beating them at their own racket. It was not a matter of bravado. He did not share that trait with them. It was a matter, rather, of menefreghismo. Deep down, that, as much as anything, was what he was, a menefreghista — one who simply did not give a fuck.
It is impossible to watch Dean Martin movies or listen to Dean Martin songs (and I’m a huge fan) without thinking about “menefreghista.”
Or this:
His schoolmates had never really known him. Even his loving familiy could not tell for sure what lay within this kid who moseyed around among them with a hat on, singing. There was a pin-tumbler sidebar lock on his guts that no one could pick. That was just the way he was, and it was just the way he always would be.
Unlettered and rough-cut, Dino possessed both wiles and wisdom beyond his years – anyone trying to fuck with his mind or his body or his soul found this out forthwith. But the wisdom served by those wiles was an annihilating wisdom. It was the wisdom of the old ways, a wisdom through which the seductions of reason and love and truth and all such frail and flimsy lepidoptera would in their seasons emerge and thrive, wither and die. The sum of Dino’s instincts had to do with the old ways, those ways that were like a wall, ways that kept the world lontano, as the mafiosi would say: distant, safely and wisely at bay. That was how he liked it: lontano, like the flickering images on the theater screen that gave him pleasure as he sat alone, apart from them and unknown to them, in the dark.
Those close to him could sense it: He was there, but he was not really there; a part of them, but apart from them as well. The glint in his eye was disarming, so captivating and so chilling at once, like lantern-light gleaming on nighttime sea: the tiny soft twinkling so gaily inviting, belying for an instant, then illuminating, a vast unseen cold blackness beneath and beyond. The secret in its depth seemed to be the most horrible secret of all: that there was no secret, no mystery other than that which resides, not as a puzzle to be solved or a revelation to be discovered, but as blank immanence, in emptiness itself.
There was a picnic in Beatty Park. Roozy had gotten hold of an eight-millimeter movie camera, and they were all going to be in pictures. No one who saw that movie ever forgot it. The camera captured the silent laughter of the Crocettis and the Barrs. It followed Dino’s friends back and forth as they ran and fumbled, threw and jumped in a makeshift football game. There was merriment everywhere, but there was no Dino. Then the camera scanned to the right, to a tree off in the distance, and there he was by himself under the tree, away from it all, caught unawares and expressionless, abstractedly toying with a twig, sort of mind-whittling it. That was Dino, all right; the Dino inside the Dino who sang and swore and loafed and laughed.
He was born alone. He would die alone. These truths, he, like every punk, took to heart. But in him they framed another truth, another solitary, stubborn stone in the eye of nothing. There was something, a knowing, in him that others did not apprehend. He was born alone, and he would die alone, yes. But in between — somehow — the world in all its glory would hunker down before him like a sweet-lipped High Street whore.
It’s interesting, because today is Coleridge’s birthday (my post about him here), and I was thinking yesterday – when I heard the news Tosches died – that the only writer I can really think of to compare Tosches to – the only one who was doing what he was doing – is Coleridge. You can feel Coleridge’s influence in Tosches’ stuff (most explicitly probably in Tosches’ book The Last Opium Den), but it’s elsewhere too. Tosches lives in a dreamspace/nightmarescape behind his mind’s eye, where he fixates on his topic, he fixates on it to the degree that everything else falls away. He was one of the most obsessive writers on the planet. Nobody could write like he did and not be totally obsessed.
Hellfire, his extraordinary biography of Jerry Lee Lewis (how amazing that JLL has outlived him), sounds like it was written at gunpoint. In the preface, Greil Marcus wrote: “the ending of Hellfire is as bleak and terrifying as one will ever read in a biography of a person not yet dead.” Yes. Tosches digs DEEP into the Pentecostal “hellfire” world Lewis came from, pouring all of his knowledge and insight into the subject, every paragraph more urgent than the last. IN a recent list of “rock and roll biographies” published by The Guardian, Hellfire was Numero Uno.
That boy, that fourteen-year-old boy up there, sat there, rocking, howling a song that was about nothing but getting drunk and fucking up, and all the people there started howling along with him, loving it. For that boy, that fourteen-year-old boy up there, was making the sort of music that most folks had only heard in conjunction with the Holy Ghost, but the boy wasn’t singing about any Holy Ghost. He was singing something he had taken from the blacks, from the juke-joint blacks, but he had changed what he had taken, not so much the way someone might paint a stolen pickup to hide his theft, but rather the way that Uncle Lee had changed those cattle into horses: changed it by pure, unholy audacity. And he had changed it into something that shook those whitefolk, something that would hae shaken Leroy Lewis and Old Man Lewis before him. And he was doing it, that boy was not old enough to shave, right out in the open, in broad daylight. And as he was doing it, Lloyd Paul was running among the crowd with a felt hat in his hand, and people were putting coins into the hat. When Jerry Lee quit playing, Lloyd Paul gave him what was in his hat – almost thirteen dollars. Jerry Lee and Elmo lugged that great jangling mass of copper and silver home in a sack and poured it on the table before Marnie, and they grinned and laughed through their noses like highway thieves as they beheld it: hosanna.
I mean, GOOD GOD.
Nick Tosches was only 69 years old. I got excited every time he published something. I still haven’t read it all, and there are magazine pieces I missed, like this hilarious poem he wrote for Esquire, shared by my pal Larry Aydlette on Twitter. James Franco was on the cover of that particular issue of Esquire, and the editors asked Nick Tosches for a poem. Tosches had no idea who Franco was and would not allow the editors to “fill him in.” What he wrote is so hilarious but also so deep about … celebrity and fame and “consumption” of media. He Who Is Of Name.
A giant. I will miss him deeply. I will re-read him forever. It’s a well I dip into constantly.

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

“I would describe Dean as a noble character in an ignoble racket in an ignoble age,”

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Friends, we continue our second day of reverently rememberin' Mr. Nick Tosches 'pon his passin' on Sunday, October 20 at his home in Manhattan home at the age of 69.  Today we share a powerful portion of the New York Times obituary written by Mr. Neil Genzlinger (pictured on the left).

A goodly portion of Genzlinger's Dino-focused comments by Mr. Tosches are the same as those shared in yesterday's Dino-devotion.  But, we have chosen to post this particular portion of Tosches' obit 'cause of the followin' quotation by Nick about our Dino....“I would describe Dean as a noble character in an ignoble racket in an ignoble age.”   We are supremely struck by this incredibly intriguin' insight by Mr. Tosches into our Dino's personhood.  We gotta 'fess up that  we will be deeply, devotedly powerfully ponderin' Nick's powerful perspective on our most beloved Dino.

To checks this out in it's original source, and to read the obituary in total, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.  We thanks Mr. Neil Genzlinger and the folks at the New York Times for sharin' Mr. Nick's Tosches wise words on our King of Cool.  Tomorrow will bring more wise words from the wonderful writin's of Dino-biographer Mr. Tosches, who captured the life, times, and teachin's of our Dino like no one ever has or ever will.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Nick Tosches, 69, Fiery Music Writer and Biographer, Dies

He brought a brash style to coverage of the rock world in the late 1960s and ’70s, then applied similar skills to novels and books on Dean Martin and Sonny Liston.

Nick Tosches was part of a group of music writers labeled “the Noise Boys” for their wild, energetic prose. A critic once wrote, “Reading Tosches is like being mugged.”

By Neil Genzlinger

Published Oct. 20, 2019

Nick Tosches, who started out in the late 1960s as a brash music writer with a taste for the fringes of rock and country, then bent his eclectic style to biographies of figures like Dean Martin and Sonny Liston and to hard-to-classify novels, died on Sunday at his home in Manhattan. He was 69.

The exact cause has not been determined, but he had been ill, a friend, James Marshall, said.

One of his most attention-getting biographies followed in 1992. It was “Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams,” about Dean Martin.

“Recordings, movies, radio, television: He would cast his presence over them all, a mob-culture Renaissance man,” he wrote of Martin. “And he would come to know, as few ever would, how dirty the business of dreams could be.”

For Mr. Tosches, Martin was a celebrity who beat the unrelenting fame machine, the one that often ground stars up and consigned them to early deaths. (Martin himself died in 1995 at 78.)

“I would describe Dean as a noble character in an ignoble racket in an ignoble age,” Mr. Tosches told The New York Times in 1992.

“Life is a racket,” he added. “Writing is a racket. Sincerity is a racket. Everything’s a racket.”

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Nick Tosches Dies: Biographer For Dean Martin

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Friends, we are saddened to report that Mr. Nick Tosches, the brilliant biographer of our most beloved Dino died Sunday, October 20 at his Manhattan home at the age of 69.  A noteworthy number of writers have taken their turn at retellin' the life, times, and teachin's of our Dino, but, we believe, for most of all us Dino-philes nobody else as ever come even close to coolly capturin' our Dino's life journey as Mr. Tosches'  1992 beautiful bio, "DINO:  Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams."

The folks at google Dino-'lerts have sent us a number of emails relatin' to Mr. Tosches' passin', and today we have chosen to share one scribed by  Mr. Bruce Haring (pictured on the right) at the Hollywood news blog tagged "DEADLINE."  Below are the portions of the prose that speak of Tosches' wondrous work of sharin' our Dino's larger then life legacy.   We particularly are marvelously moved by Tosches'  description of our Dino as "a mob-culture Renaissance man."

We thank Mr. Bruce Haring and the folks at "DEADLINE" for sharin' the news of Mr. Nick Tosches' departure from our planet.  To checks this out in it's original source and read the story in total, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.  In the days ahead we plan to honor Mr. Tosches and his incredibly immense Dino-bio.  We will return on the 'morrow with more news from off the web of his passin' 'long  more supreme  selections of his deep deep Dino-prose.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Nick Tosches Dies: Biographer For Dean Martin, Sonny Liston Was 69

By Bruce Haring

October 20, 2019

Nick Tosches, a former rock critic whose biographies and novels made him one of New York’s most respected writers, died today at his Manhattan home. He was 69 and his death was confirmed by a friend, who could not provide a cause.

Perhaps his biggest work was 1992’s Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams, a profile about Dean Martin that stripped away the show business veneer to get at the essence of the man.

“Recordings, movies, radio, television: He would cast his presence over them all, a mob-culture Renaissance man,” he wrote of Martin. “And he would come to know, as few ever would, how dirty the business of dreams could be.”

Monday, October 21, 2019

.....and many people worldwide hung on to Dean Martin’s every smile.

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Hey pallies, likes we are always totally tremendously thrilled to discover yet 'nother web pad completely celebratin' our most beloved Dino and be able to sweetly share it with Dino-philes every where via our  humble little ilovedinomartin waterin' hole.  Today we take you to the incredible Italiano site tagged "HARDCORE ITALIANS" where a cool chick tagged Miss Judy D. spreads delightful Dino-adulation in her wonderful writin's, "Dean Martin - Biography & Facts.

Likes a massive 'mount of Miss Judy's prose share well known details of our Dino's life and times, but in the midst of the many facts and figures that Dino-holics everywhere know by heart, we were marvelously moved by a trio of coolly choice sentences that we have chosen to lift up for all youse who are deeply devoted to our Dino....

Dean Martin built a reputation as a man who was not complete without a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

However he was often referred to as “the coolest man who ever lived,” and many people worldwide hung on to Dean Martin’s every smile.

He was a magnificent singer whose voice oozed sensuality as he beguiled audience after audience with an aura of flippant nonchalance.

Granted pallies that these are also all well keenly known Dino-facts, but we deeply digs how Miss Judy has swankly stated 'em.

We sez our thank you very much to Miss Judy D. and all the pallies at "HARDCORE ITALIANS," for this huge homage of our King of Cool.  As hardcore Dino-adulators we solemnly salute your energetic efforts to supremely salute of your own.  To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Dean Martin – Biography & Facts


May 17, 2019

Dean Martin – Biography & Facts

An Italian barber named Gaetano Alfonso Crocetti married an Italian-American girl named Angela Barra and together they had two sons. William (Bill) Crocetti was followed a few years later by his brother, Dino Paul Crocetti who was born in Steubenville, Ohio on June 7th 1917.

Both boys were brought up by strict but fair parents and it would be Dino who would lead a charmed life but not until he was well into his twenties. In an Italian speaking environment, young Dino fluently spoke in his mother’s tongue until he was ready to go to school at five years old. He endured endless cruelty from the school bullies at Grant Elementary School who teased him due to his emphasized attempts at speaking English. He later quit high school and felt let down and uninspired and convinced he was a better teacher than those who taught him.

He turned to boxing and at 15 called himself “Kid Crochet” but his inexperience at sparring reaped him a broken nose, many broken and mangled knuckles and a scarred lip. In his typical nonchalant style he admitted to winning all but eleven of his twelve fights and sagely turned his back on boxing only to take up bootlegging instead. It was behind and old tobacco shop that he became involved in an illegal gambling casino but found himself to be a competent blackjack dealer. He also found enjoyment singing with some of the local bands and called himself ‘Dino Martini’ after the tenor Nino Martini but in the early 1940’s while he sang for the popular band, the Sammy Watkins Orchestra, it was Watkins who suggested the name, Dean Martin.

Martin was married three times and fathered eight children. He was heard once to quip, “I’ve got seven kids. The three words you hear most around my house are, ‘Hello’, ‘goodbye’, and ‘I’m pregnant’.”

By 1946 Martin’s career was bountiful but he had unwittingly adopted Bing Crosby’s technique and was yet to find his own ‘voice’. When MGM and Columbia Pictures began to notice Dean Martin, he was blissfully unaware his big break was well on its way. Arriving in New York, he met hard working man named Jerry Lewis. It was with the comic he forged a deep friendship that would endure many years of insatiable humor. In the July of ’46 they debuted together at the 500 club in Atlantic City. However, the owner, Skinny D’Amato unimpressed with their performances told them they’d better come up with a better act or they’d be fired.

The two men threw caution to the four winds and as Martin sang, Lewis deliberately lost his grip on several plates and had Martin chasing him across the stage. They had the audience breathless with laughter and while their subsequent acts had the two of them ad-libbing, Martin had a hard time singing while Lewis constantly disrupted and interrupted him. Their own act almost rendered them speechless, they were laughing so hard.

As a team, the pair were together for 11 years and starred in 16 movies that entertained multitudes of people across the globe. It was the eventual and inevitable ongoing personality clashes that severed the memorable team but even without Lewis, Martin’s magic remained unstoppable and he went on to star in various films. But it was during the magical year of 1960, that one film in particular, “Ocean’s Eleven” which also starred members of the renowned Rat Pack, became one of his most memorable.

It was time for a change and when Martin launched himself into a new, unorthodox career in 1965 it was on television. On the screen, before thousands of viewers, he hosted ‘The Dean Martin Show’, which became so successful he rode wave after rewarding wave through to 1973. Another change was imminent and this time he changed the show’s name to ‘The Dean Martin Comedy Hour’. It ran for ten years until once again it was renamed ‘The Dean Martin Celebrity Roasts’ and its outstanding successes attracted many famous personalities including Bob Hope, Joe Namath, and Frank Sinatra among others.

Dean Martin built a reputation as a man who was not complete without a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He would later be diagnosed with emphysema and lung cancer which would eventually claim his life at a relatively young 78 years. However he was often referred to as “the coolest man who ever lived,” and many people worldwide hung on to Dean Martin’s every smile. He was a magnificent singer whose voice oozed sensuality as he beguiled audience after audience with an aura of flippant nonchalance. After his amazing successes of the eighties, it became time for Martin to relax and he did until his son, Dean Paul Martin died in a plane crash in 1987. Overwhelmed by the shock, Martin would never be the same again. During a reunion tour in 1988 with Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis, he departed early due to health concerns and spent his final years in self-induced solitary confinement. Dean Paul Martin died on Christmas Day 1995.

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "We Open In Venice"

Hey pals!
Whataya' say?!

Welcome back, one & all!

Man...this kooky spooky month is sure FLYIN' by!

I swear to youse...the older I get...the faster time moves!
Am I nuts?!
Yea...probably, pallies.

Oh well...seems that way to me.

Now, mi amici...since thins' is SO quickly movin'...I'm thinkin' that's I is gonna get one of those "quick quick" kinds jams playin' today.

Youse keep the blood pumpin'. 

A real upbeat tempo sorta groove for the week!

After all, pals...last week's tune was so so calmin' & soothin'...I gotta wake youse back up!
I don't wants my Dino-lovin' posse fallin' 'sleep on me!

OK need for hysterics here, pals.
I'll go easy.
Nothin' crazy.

Just tryin' to have a little fun here, folks.

Now todays Dino-jam actually was inspired by a COOL COOL show I caught last night.

It's called "The Rat Pack Undead"!

Man o man, pallies...was it FUN!

Dino, Frank & Sam, in full zombie make-up!

All the lyrics were altered to fit the occasion!
"Ain't That a PICK in the Head"..."Come DIE with Me"..."What Kind of GHOUL Am I?"...Haha...youse gets the picture, pals.

Anyways, it was a GREAT time & I HIGHLY rec-o-mends youse Googlin' the show to see if they is comin' to your locale.

So, mi amici...this week's Serenade simply HAS to include the WHOLE Pack!
Yup...Frank & the Sam man jump in on this one...& REALLY makes it swing!

"We Open in Venice" will DEFINATELY stick in your head all day, my friends.

It's catchy chorus really pulls youse in!

Youse can hear the good good time in their voices.
Always laughin' & foolin'! 

Man o man...did they know how to have fun!


Oh well, palsies...I can dream, can't I?


Saturday, October 19, 2019

Dean Martin—Love and humor entwined like a strand of gin-stained DNA.

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Hey pallies, likes we have a little quire for all youse Dino-philes out there.  Likes what potent phraseology woulda youse use to darin'ly describe our most beloved Dino?  No doubts in our Dino-minds that the most famous Dino-description was credited to Mr. Elvis Presley who tagged our Dino as "The King Of Cool," but many many other Dino-delighters through the awesome ages have likes put their own touchin' 'n tender twists on taggin' our main man.

Today we visit at the bodacious blog "Battlestar Eclectic" where perfect proser Miss Sarah Torribio  (pictured on the right) holds forth.  In her post "Song of the Day: "End of the Party" by The English Beat," Miss Torribio shared  the tune tagged "End of the Party," but likes before she does she swankly shares a "few voices that are more than the sum of their parts."  And, likes pallies, likes who is numero uno on her lovin' list?!?!?!?  Likes, youse guessed it Dino-holics...none other then our numero uno...our one and only Dino.

And, likes what is Sarah's ultra ubber unique's the tag of this Dino-report..."  Dean Martin—Love and humor entwined like a strand of gin-stained DNA."  Likes all we can say pallies is we largely loves it!  And, we thinks it is right on the Dino-mark as it coolly combines a neat number of Dino-traits.

ilovedinomartin sweetly salutes Miss Sarah Torribio for her delightful Dino-description and we greatly grooves on her sharin' it with our larger Dino-world via her beautiful blog.  To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Song of the Day: "End of the Party" by The English Beat

So here I am, editing someone's book and trying not to worry that I got laid off a little more than a week ago.

I need a boost. I need a smile. I need pleasure.

No, I'm not about to pop a pill or do a line. I'm putting on a song that get's me every time. Song of the Day on "Battlestar Eclectica" is "End of the Party" by The English Beat.

By the way, let's talk a moment about Dave Wakeling and his voice. Is anyone's voice more honeyed an endearing? I could go swimming in that vibrato. The bloke's not bad to look at either.

I'm going to put this wonderful love song on in just a moment, but let me first name a few—just a few—voices that are more than the sum of their parts.

1. Dean Martin—Love and humor entwined like a strand of gin-stained DNA.

Friday, October 18, 2019

The Dean Martin

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Hey pallies, likes we are always most  pleasantly pleased to readily report on the marvelously many and the voluptuously varied ubber unique ways that our most beloved Dino continues to be hugely homaged in remarkable reports all over the world wide web.

 Likes today we visit the 'net space of the "Desert Sun" where Miss Sherry Barkas (pictured on the right), writer for the Palm Springs Desert Sun, recently shared news of a "multi-million dollar makeover of the Indian Wells resort in the premier prose, "Renaissance Indian Wells ties past to future with $25M remodel; name changed back to Esmeralda."

Of course what got our Dino-attentionado was the list of tags for the coolest of cool cocktails to be served in the "new lounge bar" tagged "simply, "The Place."  Likes youse guessed it pallies, our  Dino has a liquid libation named after him.
All youse  Dino-philes can read all the Dino-details 'bout this Dino-drink below.  It gives us such pure pleasure to keeps sharin' the noteworthy news of how our Dino continues to be remarkably remembered with each remembrance sure to draw new pallies into a deeper knowin' of our King of Cool and that knowin' drawin' yet more pallies into the Dino-fold."

We thanks Miss Sherry Barkas for reportin' on this latest Dino-homage and thank the folks at Palm Springs Desert Sun for puttin' it into print.  And, likes thanks also to the folks at the renamed Esmeralda for havin' the swank savvy of honorin' our most beloved Dino in this day.
To checks this out in it's original source and to read the Dino-prose in total, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-report.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Renaissance Indian Wells ties past to future with $25M remodel; name changed back to Esmeralda

Sherry Barkas, Palm Springs Desert Sun

Indian Wells resort gets multi-million dollar makeover Palm Springs Desert Sun

The Renaissance in Indian Wells has over its 30-year history become a traditional vacation spot for families — many of whom stayed at the resort when it first opened in 1989.

Today, the 560-room hotel, with its grand stairway leading from the main entrance to the lobby, is in the final stages of a multimillion-dollar remodel that includes a new lounge bar at the bottom of that stairway called, simply, “The Place.”

Among the cocktails:

The Dean Martin:  Made of Hendrick’s gin, Aperol dry vermouth and a dash of orange blossom water, the cocktail plays homage not only to the crooner’s influence in the Coachella Valley, but also to his love the martini and an orangey variation that he was known to prefer, called the Flame of Love.

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Incredibly Intoxicatin' Images Of Our Dino And Miss Gail Makin' The Scene

Hey pallies, likes as we wondrously wind down our mighty multi-day swank series of powerful posts awesomely accentin' our swinger Dino and his newest amore circa Fall 1969, Miss Gail Renshaw for a second year, we have super supremely scoured the ol' 'web for a few more incredibly  intoxicatin' images of ou most beloved Dino makin' the scene with his most beloved Miss Gail.  (We gives keen kudos to our pallie Danny-o who first used the adjective "intoxicatin" in patter here at ilovedinomartin....a deeply descriptive, wonderfully wise word that supremely suits our most beloved Dino that we will be certain to use often here at our humble little Dino-conclave.)

Likes below are a trio of coolest of cool candids of our Dino and Miss Renshaw that we came 'cross that we share for your Dino-viewin' pleasure.  The second and third appear to have been snapped together as our Dino and Gail's threads are the same in both.  We loves seein' our Dino so so happy with the new found love of his life and each and every time we visibly view our Dino makin' the scene with Miss Gail it, as we have stated previously brings such Dino-happiness to our Dino-hearts.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Vintage photo of Dean Martin with girlfriend Gail Renshaw.

Vintage Photo Of Dean Martin With His Girlfriend.

Vintage Photo Of Dean Martin With Girlfriend Gail Renshaw.

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Incredibly Intriguin' Images Of Our Dino and Miss Gail Renshaw

Dean Martin and Gail Renshaw - 29th Annual Bing Crosby National Pro-Amateur Golf Championship - Pebble Beach Golf Links - Pebble Beach CA - Jan. 22, 1970

Hey pallies, likes today we continue our  accentin' of the awesomely amorous relationship that our Dino deeply deeply  developed with Miss Gail Renshaw 'pon meetin' the evenin' of October 13, 1969 in our Dino's playground, 'Vegas baby 'Vegas.  Likes this Dino-day we are pleasantly proudly pleased to share a goodly number of cooler then cool candid images of our main man and his new amore swankly snapped  at the 29th Annual Bing Crosby National Pro-Amateur Golf Championship on January 22, 1970 at Pebble Beach Golf Links in Pebble Beach, California.

We deeply digs that Miss Renshaw made the swingin' scene at Pebble Beach, lovin'ly watchin' her lovin'  Dino play that game that he was perfectly passionate 'bout.  Likes what coulda be better then havin' the new found love of your life (Renshaw) watch you compete in playin' your long time love (golf).  Above is an image that always always brings such Dino-happiness to our hearts as we catch a groovy glimpse of our swingin' Dino and Miss Gail havin' such a special special time with each other.

A golf tournament is almost always a very public affair, so we are completely certain that those in attendance watched attentively as our Dino and Miss Gail made their deep delight in bein' together crystal clear.  We woulda bet that simply tons and tons of pixs were shot of our Dino and Miss Renshaw's time at Pebble Beach and we are most pleased to share a number of 'em with all youse Dino-holics by simply clickin' HERE to go the "gettyimage" web pad and see the awesomely assembled swingin' shots of our Dino and Miss Gail.  These particularly powerful poses all come from photographer Ron Galella's fantastic files.

Seein' our Dino so hugely  hugely happy with Miss Renshaw makes us so deeply deeply yearn that the lovin' relationship woulda worked out, as they truly truly seem marvelously made for each other....but, likes of course, we will never ever know.  We knows it's simply 'nother Dino-mystery.

btw, pallies....check out our Dino's awesome attire in the color photos....likes, not only did our Dino likes puttin' the accent on youth when it came to his newest amore, he also swankly sported the mod mod attire of the youth of his day as well....checks out those blue patterned pants he's wearin'!

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Soon her chaperone was Dean Martin

 Hey pallies, likes as we continue our revelatory reflections on the incredibly important date in Dino-history, October 13, 1969....the day that our most beloved Dino was introduced to then Miss World-USA, Miss Gail Renshaw while entertainin' in his playground, 'Vegas baby 'Vegas, an evenin' that totally totally  transformed our Dino's life and times we once 'gain shares with all youse Dino-holics a profoundly powerful piece of Dino-devotion, we first shared on July 9, 2014, which was an ultra ubber update on Miss Renshaw that we first potently published   HERE.  We are perfectly proundly pleased to be able to share it 'gain, for those who may have missed it when first posted and to refresh all our Dino-philes memories of the role that Miss Renshaw played in the amazin' affairs of our Dino's heart.   Below is a reprint of what first appeared here on July 9 in the year of our Dino 2014.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

 Soon her chaperone was Dean Martin

Hey pallies, likes stop the presses dudes!  Likes we gots us some extra-Dino-special-devotion to shares with all youse Dino-philes this very Dino-day!  We gotta 'fess up that for a long long time now we have been hopin' to find out more details 'bout our most beloved Dino's amores particularly with youthful Miss Gail Renshaw and Miss Andre Boyer.

Likes yesterday we were thrilled to find a google Dino-'lert featurin' an article from the on-line presence of the Falls-Church News Press (Virginia)  'bout what happened to Miss Renshaw includin' some insightful details 'bout her relationship with our Dino. "Whatever became of Arlington’s most famous beauty queen?" is scribed by Mr. Charlie Clark for his column "Our Man in Arlington."

Mr. Clark's interview of Miss Renshaw answers a number of previously unanswered questions about her time with our Dino and we have included that portion of his column that focuses on their relationship.  As usual, to read the whole column, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.

ilovedinomartin thanks Mr. Clark for puttin' in the effort to track Miss Renshaw down and puttin' words to print that gives all us Dino-holics a better understandin' of this time in our great man's great life.  Now, we'll be waitin' for someone to track down Miss Andre Boyer to hear her Dino-story.  Dino-always, ever, and only, DMP

Caption: Las Vegas, Nev., Dec. 12-- Martin and Miss USA -- Gail Renshaw, right, winner of the Miss USA title in the Miss World contest, crowns Dean Martin backstage at his show in mid-October. Martin was invited to serve as judge of the Miss World contest in London in November.

At the time Miss Renshaw was en route to London to compete to be Miss World (she won first runner-up). But there would soon be the small matter of her engagement to world-famous crooner Dean Martin, a married man 30 years her senior. It seemed a tale worth running down for an update.........

After an early marriage and divorce, she was 22 when she hit the national pageants and traveled to Las Vegas. (A promoter named Sidney Sussman told the Star he “discovered” her on a Potomac River cruise, but Renshaw told me he was just a nice friend trying to capitalize on her fame.)

Martin, then 53, was easing off the peak of his rat-pack popularity but still hosting his own TV show and selling millions of middle-brow records. He was also separating from Jeanne Biegger, the second of what would be three wives.

“I really wanted to meet his daughter Gail, herself a good singer,” Renshaw told me. Having seen Martin’s live show and chatted at a photo session, she went for a drink at Dino’s Den bar in Vegas’s Riviera Hotel. It wasn’t long before Martin asked her on a date. “Well, I have a chaperone,” Renshaw told him, but Martin’s daughter said she could fix that. Soon her chaperone was Dean Martin, and the next night his daughter was conveniently unavailable.

The two fell fast, and Martin’s daughter encouraged Renshaw – “You’d make my dad very happy.” The singer “was always considerate about his wife and family, who gave me a wonderful reception,” recalls Renshaw. “Men loved him, and women loved him.”

But after a few days of anguished phone calls, Renshaw told Martin face to face that she couldn’t go through with the marriage. “The age difference was a hindrance, and I felt bad missing my parents,” Renshaw said, noting that her father back in Arlington wouldn’t fly on airplanes.

Monday, October 14, 2019

Singer Dean Martin portrays a swinger in his television and nightclub acts—and it appears his private life is beginning to live up to that image.

Hey pallies, likes followin' on the high heels of yester-Dino-day's remembrance of  the hugely historic Dino-date of  October 13, 1969....the evenin' that our most beloved Dino met and fell immediately head-over-heels for Miss Gail Renshaw, we are once 'gain totally totally thrilled to
share an absolutely awesome article below that was supremely scribed by the Palm Springs newspaper, The Desert Sun" on December 13, 1969 and shared with us by the web pad tagged "California Digital Newspaper Collection" that offers huge historical information from decades past.

The newspaper report is tagged "Dean Martin Plans To Marry Another," and beautifully begins with similar sentiments that we here at ilovedinomartin have shared often before..." Singer Dean Martin portrays a swinger in his television and nightclub acts—and it appears his private life is beginning to live up to that image."   Likes as we have stated that 'specially after our Dino's encounter with Miss Renshaw, his professional and personal personas became more and more coolly congruent.

We won't take more of your time so that you can swankly soak in each and every Dino-detail shared in this incredibly informative prose.  We does want to say our thank you very much to the pallies at "California Digital Newspaper Collection" for bein' such a remarkable repository of noteworthy news.   To check 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

Dean Martin and daughter Gail

Desert Sun, Number 112, 13 December 1969 — Dean Martin Plans To Marry Another [ARTICLE]

Dean Martin Plans To Marry Another

LAS VEGAS, Nev. (UPI)Singer Dean Martin portrays a swinger in his television and nightclub acts—and it appears his private life is beginning to live up to that image. It was learned Friday that Martin intends to marry a 22 | year - old, blonde, blue - eye'd beauty queen, Gail Renshaw', who recently was named Miss World-USA. The Arlington, Va., girl, 3C years Martin’s junior, will be his second beauty queen wife. Martin's present wife, Jeanne Biegger Martin, was queen of the Orange Bowl Parade in Miami in 1949. Martin, a celebrity guest in the parade, walked alongside her float and asked her for a date. A whirlwind romance followed and the couple w ; as married that September. A tearful Mrs. Martin an- ; nounced the end of that marriage last Wednesday when she told newsmen that she was seeking a divorce because Martin told her he was in love with another woman. “I will comply w'ith his wdshes,” she said, “proceedings will begin immediately. “My deepest concern at the present is for our children.” The couple has three children: Doan Jr., 18; Ricci, 16; and Gina, 12. In addition, they raised four other children by Martin’s first marriage. Martin, who is hosting the 14th anniversary celebration of the Riviera Hotel here, spent the day Friday revamping his act, which contained such references to his wife as “keep those cards and letters coming to Jeanne and me.” Friday night Martin’s daughter by a previous marriage, Gail, opened the private “Dean Martin Night” show in the Riviera Lounge, Only she and Martin appeared before a crowd of some 800 to 900 “high rollers from cast of the Mississippi” who were admitted by invitation only. Martin has been in this gambling capital for the past several days, hosting the hotel’s five-day anniversary party, which began Wednesday. Film editors at NBC in Burbank, Calif., w'here Martin’s shows are taped, were editing out references to Mrs. Martin on 29 of Martin's shows which 1 already have been taped.

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "A Real Live Girl"

Good evenin', boys & ghouls!

Velcome to this veek's SPOOKY Sunday Serenade with Dino!
Ahhhhh Hahahaha!!!!

Did I sound creepy, pals?

Did youse feel that evil laugh?

Did youse catch the Count Dracula accent?! Hahaha!!!

Just tryin' to set the stage here, pallies.

After all, mi amici...Halloween is gettin' EERILY close & the vibe is in the air now.
Vampires, Werewolves & all the creatures of the night are gettin' ready to get down at the closest Monstery Bash!

Now, my little Dino-diggin' grave diggers...speakin' of thins' that go bump in the night...this time of year always gets me thinkin'...'bout how great our main man would have playin' the creepy Count himself!

Yes, pals!

He's definitely gots the right look for it.

Tall, Dark & Devilishly handsome.
Definitely gots the suave coolness for it.
And  AB SO LUTE LY would have NO problemo pickin' up vampy-type chicks for his vampy-type brides!

So...let's picture this.
Count Dino is layin' 'round his castle.
Wantin' for some company of the female type.

Yea, sure...he's got his un-dead ladies of the night.
But their so lame these days.
"Mezza morta"..."Half dead", haha!!

What our Cool Cool Count is cravin' some action!

Some hot blood pumpin' through some feisty chicalinas veins!

Thinks it's 'bout time our pal get;s himself "A Real Live Girl"!

Lovin' this Serenade , my friends!

It even has that "old school vinyl sound" to it.

So sit back, pals.
Were gettin' close to Tricks n' Treats.


Saturday, October 12, 2019

Tomorrow In Dino-history: October 13, 1969

Hey pallies, likes it's 'nother deep deep day in all of Dino-history.  The date is October 13 in the year of our Dino 1969, the place, our Dino's playground...'Vegas baby 'Vegas!  The time is after our Dino's swingin' show.  Likes that's the settin' pallies for one of the most  tremendously transformin' times in the life and times of our most most beloved Dino.

What happened pallies?  Likes we are turnin' to wonderfully wise words from our Dino's beautiful biographer Mr. Nick Tosches, scriber of "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams," to tell this Dino-tale as only he can....

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Gail Renshaw was a blond, blue-eyed, twenty-two-year-old divorcée from Falls Church, Virginia.  She had been Miss Speedway, Miss Good Grooming, and Miss Snow Queen.   In September 1969, in Baltimore, she became Miss World-USA.   Bob Hope, who crowned her, gave her a small part a few weeks later on his television special "Roberta."   Her crown bore the jewels of duty as well as glamour:  As Miss World-USA, she also took on the responsibilities of "ambassadress of goodwill" for Frostie Root Beer, one of the pageant's sponsors.   Her manager, pageant director Al Patricelli of Bridgeport, Connecticut brought the ambassadress to Las Vegas in October to work a greeting-card convention before leaving for London to compete as the American representative in the Miss World Contest.   Dean was at the Riviera.   Dropping Bob Hope's name, Patricelli called the Riviera's press agent, Tony Zoppi, in the hope of having his client photographed with Dean.   "Bring her backstage after the show," Dean told Zoppi on October 13.  That night, wearing a dime-store crown and a MR. WONDERFUL-U.S.A. banner, he sat for a few pictures with her.  "The least you can do now is have dinner with me," he said to her after the photographer left.

When they went to dinner that first night, Dean brought along his daughter Gail who was two years older than the ambassadress.  After that, they met alone.   The ambassadress telephoned Ma and Pa Renshaw at their home in Alexandria, Virginia.   "You won't believe this," she told her mother, Edna, "but I'm in love."

We stand in absolute awe of Mr. Nick Tosches' retellin' of the story of our Dino.  No one, and we  mean no one has ever come close to his incredible insights and fantastic flair for words that offer keen knowin' of our most  most beloved Dino.  It is true that no one ever did or ever will truly "know" our King of Cool....but Mr. Tosches comes closer then anyone ever has in doin' so.

Look forward to more powerfully potent posts on this Dino-theme in the days to come here at ilovedinomartin.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters