I'm 15 and only listen to Dean.

Hey pallies, likes while searchin' for vid clips of our Dino for yesterday's Dino-post, I came 'cross 'nother of today's youth who is totally totally sold out to our Dino....indeed one we can absolutely say is a hard core Deanager.  His youtube tag is "Joe Shmo" and he left a youtube comment below (on that classic of classic vid of our Dino croonin' "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime" from the Dinoshow).... so so openly professin' his deepest of deep and purest of pure devotion to our most beloved Dino.

I left a comment in reply to his Dino-hearted reflections and am hopin' that if he answers, he may indeed be open to havin' ilovedinomartin interview him to  have his Dino-tale shared with the wider Dino-world.  It is so so extemely refreshin' to find someone of "Joe Shmo's" youth....so so right on the  Dino-mark.  And, pallies, the Dino-pix that "Joe" has used to grace his google account is one that this Dino-holic can never ever remember viewin' before.....indeed a very very rugged pix of our regal man.

Kudos, kudos, and more kudos to Deanager "Joe" for makin' his adulation of only our Dino so so proudly proclaimed to the wider Dino-world.  To checks out his youtube page, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.  Dino-only, DMP



Joe Shmo 

I'm 15 and only listen to Dean. He is the only music I have in the car, in the house, or on my iPod. Today's music is garbage. It makes me sick. Wish I was born 60 years earlier

Hey pallies,  likes what a blast it is dudes to type our most beloved Dino's name into the google blog search and see what great Dino-patter will turn up.  Case in point, I typed Dean Martin into the blog seach engine and one of the great places I landed was at the self-tagged blog, "jennie orbell."  Miss Jennie is an "author of comtemporary fiction" and a blogger of stuff and nonsense."

The evocative tag of her April 27th entry, "Is YouTubing Dean Martin A Step Too Far?" really got my Dino-attention and likes I simply had to clicks on the post to see Miss Orbell's answer.  As you read her scribin's below, you will see that she had "great delight" in hearin; our great man croon his great tune, "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime" as well as "a rather funny clip where Dean and The Dude sang a duo."

So, 'though Jennie never answered her own quire, I gotta believe that she indeed now knows for Dino-certain that one can never ever gets 'nough of our most beloved Dino, and thus youtubin' our Dino could never ever be "a step to far."   I have shared simply the beginnin' part of her entry which places the accent on our Dino....likes if you wanna reads the whole post, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-message.

And, for your viewin' Dino-pleasure, below are vid clips of our Dino croonin' "Everybody" as well as our Dino and The Dude croonin' the same Dino-tune....likes perhaps the two very clips that Miss Orbell enjoyed so very very Dino-much.  Dino-always, ever, and only, DMP

Is YouTubing Dean Martin A Step Too Far?

APRIL 27, 2013JENNIEORBELL 

G’day All

I’ve just had to have a blast of Bobby. Can’t get the blooming tune out of my head. But then, all things considered, it is better than It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas! 

I think I may have to ban myself from YouTube. After the Hello Summertime andHoney bit I got rather silly, even by my standards, and listened to, with great delight I might add, Dean Martin singing Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime and a rather funny clip where Dean and The Duke, big John Wayne, sang a duo. I DO worry about myself sometimes but then I hold very strongly with the theory of why worry about something you can’t do anything about?

Danny G's Mother's Day Serenade with Dino: "Any Man Who Loves His Mother"

Welcome back Ol' pals o' mine! Let me begin with a great big, "Happy Mama's Day!", to ALL the lovely mamsellies out there! This is truly YOUR day & I'm hopin' that wherever youse are & whatever youse do..youse keep our great great mother's son, Dino, in mind!

 

 

Now we ALL know that Dean truly truly loved his Mama Crocetti & I simply cannot thinks of a better example of deep, true & pure love one could show for their mom, than this cool cool & funny clip from Dean & the boys' " Robin & the Seven Hoods"!

 

 

Today's Serenade, "Any Man Who Loves His Mother" is dedicated to each & every chickalina out there who's been a Mom, in ANY way, to SOMEONE or SOMETHIN' special in their lives...YES...pets count too! Hahaha! Enjoy!

Any man who loves his mother

Is man enough for me

Brightening her eyes, sending her flowers

Though it's no anniversary

Many men want fame and fortune

It's gold they love to see

But I say a man who loves his mother

Is man enough for me

Many men loves dogs and kittens and pet them constantly

Show me a man who loves his mother

As much as she wants to be

And I'll show you a man who's a lot like me

Iconic crooners don't get any more comfy than Dean Martin

Hey pallies, likes I had been hopin' that somewhere down the line that our pallies at google 'lerts woulda senda sends 'cross our way a review of that Philly phenomenon, the world premier run of "DINO! An Evening With Dean Martin at the Latin Casino," that we have shared patter 'bout a couple of times here at ilovedinomartin.

 Below is a brief review of this cabaret musicale scribed by  Mr. Patrick David Stearns classic music critic of the Philly Inquirer.  The grand news dudes is likes it is playin' to "fullish houses" accordin' to Stearns....and the run as been "extended" to the absolute end of June.  While Mr. Stearns believes the strength of the run is due to "nostalgia," I would venture that it is purely and truly a fantastic sign of the Dino-revolution that is in full tilt 'round the globe as more and more pallies seek comfort and delight in our one and only Dino.

Unfortunately Mr. Stearns is mostly unimpressed with Mr. Nat Chandler's portrayal of our King of Cool, but none the less the masses are gatherin' to get their Dino-fix with this Dino-honorin' venture.  And, reviewer Stearns does speak likes volumes of Dino-truth when he sez, " Iconic crooners don't get any more comfy than Dean Martin."  And likes all us Dino-philes knows that no one is more iconic then our most beloved Dino!

Thanks to Mr. Patrick David Stearns and all the pallies at the Philly Inquirer for spreadin' the word 'bout this world premiere of Dino-fication.  To checks it out in it's original format, simply simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-report.   Dino-always, ever, and only, DMP
Cabaret show with a bit of Dean Martin

David Patrick Stearns, Inquirer Classical Music Critic

POSTED: Thursday, May 9, 2013, 3:01 AM

Iconic crooners don't get any more comfy than Dean Martin, who ambled through his performing life with supreme ease and deceptive artistry, most apparent when he wasn't making fun of himself. Supposedly, he was so cool that his heart beat only five times a minute.

But that's not what you see with Dino! An Evening With Dean Martin at the Latin Casino, now playing to full-ish houses at the Walnut Street Theatre's Independence Studio.

The show's conceit is that Martin arrives at Cherry Hill's Latin Casino in 1978 amid a snowstorm and without his band. So he sings all his hits with only a pianist (David Jenkins), which means Dino! is a low-maintenance, low-ambition cabaret show, directed by Fran Prisco and with biographical between-songs patter by Armen Pandola. It seems to have caught on with the nostalgia crowd - it has been extended - but it comes with a possibly impossible conundrum.

Impersonating Dean Martin risks being campy and false. In what feels like a work in progress, Nat Chandler goes about a third of the way. But is it the right third? You get the tired drunk jokes, lots of the signature songs such as "Everybody Loves Somebody," accounts of Martin's upbringing in Steubenville, Ohio, and whitewashed accounts of his various divorces, from wives to Jerry Lewis. You could get most of this from Wikipedia.

Chandler doesn't attempt to look like Martin, but captures a bit of his manner and some of his vocal phrasing, though the vocal Dino zone keeps him in his less-interesting lower range - and in a voice that's not his. Only at the end does Chandler shed the vocal lid and show what he can really do. So you have a bit of Martin, a bit of Chandler, and not much of anything. Who'd have thought that playing Dean Martin would be such a burden?

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Dino!

Through June 30 at the Walnut Street Theatre's Independence Studio. Tickets: $35-$45.

Contact: 215-574-3550 or www.WalnutStreetTheatre.org.

I even think we shouldn't use past tense when we talk about him because it is really sad that we can't go back to those days.

Hey pallies, likes, likes I am likes totally totally pumped!!!!  Likes on Wednesday of this very Dino-week, ilovedinomartin transported all you dudes to the blog, "Surrealist Halay Basi HirGurses," where a fabulous devotee of our most beloved Dino, Turkish dude Mr. Umut M Gurses holds reign.  Likes, of course,  I left Mr. Gurses  some Dino-patter in praise of his wondrous words of Dino-praise and likes to let him know that his amazin' Dino-reflections had been posted right here at ilovedinomartin for all you dudes to soak in the Dino-riffic thoughts that Umut has to share.

Well, likes I discovered that Mr. Gurses  pattered me back with even more wonderfully wise Dino-reflections sayin'...."thanks for your comment mate.  you're absolutely right, he was and he will be the king of cool.  I even think we shouldn't use past tense when we talk about him because it is really sad that we can't go back to those days.  also I'm delighted that now my words are on ilovedinomartin, thank you very much for that too.

Now likes how how totally fabulous is that o'dudes of mine!  And, then checkin' Umut's blog for other possible Dino-prose, likes I found one below as a follow-up to his first bit of Dino-adulation.  It's a grand entry puttin' the accent on the "Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra Hamburger Recipes."  Likes how cool of Gurses to be spreadin' more Dino-love at his delightful Turkish blog.  Have scribed back to him and encouraged him to consider writin' some more Dino-patter for this here ol' Dino-blog.  Likes it woulda be likes a total gas to have more international Dino-devotion to be shared by this in-the-know and truly sold-out -to-Dino pallie.

Kudos to Turkish Dino-phile Mr. Umut M Gurses for his desire to fuel the Dino-revolution in Turkey!  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-message.  Dino-awed, DMP



Tuesday 7 May 2013

Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra Hamburger Recipes
The Celebrity Cookbook recipes shared by celebrities in 1967 in his book, Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra told how to do burgers: (click on the scanned pages have a habit like to grow up to be read)



Dean Martin,
pre-heat the pan and pour a little table salt. Carefully separate the meat into four pieces and fry for 4 minutes on both sides. Bourbon then cooled and serve chilled shot glass and put it together,
in short, says the job.

, Frank Sinatra,
1 Search for Dino.
2 I tell him to do the damn burgers.  
3 Then his bourbon'unu interior.
raving demanding time: 18:00


7 Mayıs 2013 Salı

Dean Martin ve Frank Sinatra'dan Hamburger Tarifleri
1967 yılında ünlülerin yemek tariflerini paylaştığı The Celebrity Cookbook isimli kitapta, Dean Martin ve Frank Sinatra nasıl hamburger yapılacağını anlatmış: (taranmış sayfalara tıklayınca okunacak kadar büyümek gibi bir huyları var)





Dean Martin,
Önceden ısıttığınız tavaya biraz sofra tuzu dökün. Eti dikkatlice dört parçaya ayırın ve iki tarafını da 4'er dakika kızartın. Daha sonra soğutulmuş bourbon'u soğutulmuş shot bardağına koyup beraberce servis edin,
diyor işin kısacası.

Frank Sinatra,
1. Dino'yu ara.
2. Sana o lanet burgerlerinden yapmasını söyle.
3. Sonra da onun bourbon'unu iç.

There will never be another Dean Martin.

Hey pallies, likes more and more that swingin' photo pad "tumblr is becomin' one of those must go to places for tons and tons of Dino-adulation.  Likes today ilovedinomartin transports you to "dinopaulcrocetti's tumblr page where this Dino-pix blogger shares that fab of fab poses of our Dino playin' an al-b-um on his Capitol turntable with a huge huge assortment of his many glorious  awards on the wall behind him.

And, likes the Dino-prose attached to the pix is brimmin' full of the deepest of respect and amore for our most beloved Dino.  "There will never be another Dean Martin.  I'm certain his multitude of talents will remain in memories for many years.   And aren't we all very fortunate that he passed through our lives?  And left us smiling?  I know that I am."

Like dudes, likes I totally totally concur with these wise words of Dino-devotion, and likes the only thought I woulda change at all is to say that our great man's great talents will  ALWAYS and EVER remain in our memories......devotion to our Dino likes continues to grow deeper and deeper with each passin' year!

And also included in this homagin' of our Dino is an absolutely fab pix of our Dino with a bit of liquid refreshment entertainin' at the Westchester Theatre in 1977.  I loves the look on his face in this stunnin' Dino-pose and simply have to wonder what pearls  of Dino-wisdom came out of his mouth right before and right after this Dino-shot.

Hats off to the "dinopaulcrocetti's" tumblr blogger for honorin' our great man in this great way.  Also certain that it musta be one of today's many many youth who are totally totally committed to the cause of our Dino.
To checks this out in it's original format, as usual, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.  Dino-reflectin', DMP

  

There will never be another Dean Martin. I’m certain his multitude of talents will remain in memories for many years. And aren’t we all very fortunate that he passed through our lives? And left us smiling? I know I am.

Dean Martin performing at Westchester Theatre, 1977

  

  

Dean Martin always searched for.

Hey pallies, likes dudes, likes I knows that over and over 'gin likes I proclaim the Dino-truth that passion for our Dino knows no national, no cultural, no creedal boundaries..........love for our Dino truly truly knows no boundaries whatsoever.....and today's post is ever more proof of this utterly amazin' Dino-reality.

Today ilovedinomartin takes you to the blog, "Surrealist Halay Basi HirGurses," where Turkish blogger Mr. Umut M Gurses" holds forth.  And, of course, his topic of the day is our most beloved Dino.

 Likes likes my heart soars to the very Dino-heights when I read Gurses words of Dino-adulation as translated from the Turkish.... "Over the world without a second thought of the happiest moments when I count the times I listened to Dean Martin.   Likes how wonderful to read such touchin' words of the happiness that listenin' to our Dino brings to Mr. Gurses.  And likes how wonderful to have him share his devotion to our Dino in such open and affirmin' way with his readership.

 Certainly Mr. Gurses' prose will help bring many of his compatriots to knowin', lovin' and honorin' our Dino.
As one of our Dino's great al-b-ums tags proclaim, "Happiness Is Dean Martin," and truly truly Mr. Umut M. Gurses knows that is is the absolute Dino-truth.  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-report.   Dino-passionate, DMP


 
Sunday 21 April 2013

Dean Martin always searched for.

Over the world without a second thought of the happiest moments when I count the times I listened to Dean Martin. Especially as follows: live recordings from a viewing, distinct beauty.

Send me the Pillow ... Hank Locklin'in; Tie a Yellow Ribbon ... Tony Orlando's song. I'm used to listen to the song itself, but what he says Dino Orlando more beautiful.


21 Nisan 2013 Pazar

Dean Martin hep aranır.

Dünya üzerinde en mutlu hissettiğim anlar arasında bir saniye bile düşünmeden sayarım Dean Martin'i dinlediğim zamanları. Hele bir de aşağıdaki gibi canlı kayıtlardan alınan görüntüleri izlemek, apayrı bir güzellik.

Send me the Pillow ..., Hank Locklin'in; Tie a Yellow Ribbon ..., Tony Orlando'nun şarkısı. Orlando'nun şarkısını kendisinden dinlemeye alışkınım ama Dino ne söylerse daha güzel olur.

Fact: no musician is as fascinating as Dean Martin, a staggering drunk who made millions off of property investments

 Hey pallies, likes I never ever gets tired of searchin' he ol' web for interestin' and unique Dino-posts.  And, likes it is always always so so cool to find older pieces of Dino-adoration that somehow 'scaped ilovedinomartin when they were first presented.  Today we visit at the blog, "Ich Luge Bullets," which translates from German, "I lie Bullets."

The blogger here features a vid of our most beloved Dino singin' one of his classic signature songs of personal respect, "I Take A Lot Of Pride In What I  Am."  The vid was shot at  Sea World where our great man roamed and rambled the grounds croonin' this tune of personal pride in his Dino-self....and likes who in the entire world coulda likes takes more pride in what they are then our Dino!

Likes this Dino-reflection has many many grand things to say 'bout our grand man....but likes my fav of fav  Dino-comments is what ilovedinomartin has tagged this post, " Fact: no musician is as fascinating as Dean Martin, a staggering drunk who made millions off of property investments."  Truly truly no one ever was, or ever will be as "fascinating" as our King of Cool.  Hopes all you dudes will take the time to watch the cool vid clip...it appears you will have to click on he vid to go to youtube to see it there, and soak in each and every glorious Dino-thought shared by this Dino-devotee par excellance.

Hats off to the Dino-phile who wrote this for the Dino-edification of their readership.  As always, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram to visit the original site.  Dino-proud, DMP

Ich Lüge Bullets

The following posts contain triggers

“I Take A Lot of Pride In What I Am”, The Dean Martin Show, 1981




May 8, 2009 Dom Passantino

IchLugeBullets is very unlikely to ever get the 33 1/3 call-up, almost certainly on account of the fact that the only albums we could really see ourselves being motivated to write 60,000 words on are by either Ballboy or Big Pun, neither of whom we can see selling that hard to the Barnes and Noble crowd. There is a third option, though. Dino Crocetti mid-60s drops “Country Style” and “Dean ‘Tex’ Martin Rides Again”. “I Take A Lot of Pride In What I Am” wasn’t on either of those. Probably should have been.



What it comes down to is this: while hip-hop is now entering its fifteenth year of full-scale Italophile Mafia obsession, Italy has been paying tribute to, word to Gordon Gano, American music for at least five decades now. America was always the promised land for Italians, especially the Southerners: the number of streets in districts and suburbs of Palermo, Crotone and Naples called Via Kennedy (he was American AND Catholic) is innumerable. Italian rock ‘n’ roll stars of the 50s and 60s utterly eschewed any sense of native folk balladry in order to bring home a bizarre take on Americana, all short leather jackets and those stupid fucking combs that double-up as a knife.



The longest-running strand of pro-American sentiment, though, was never for the suburban or city life of the US, but rather the Wild West, the country, the great plains. My father learned to speak English through watching John Wayne movies; Bud Spencer still turns up on Italian television and gets treated as James Dean had just risen from the grave to pop back; see that scene in Amarcord where the dude talks about women wanting to fuck Gary Cooper for a bit. Dean Martin was born in Ohio, but you have to presume his parents instilled some of that fetishisation of the great wilderness to him. How else do you explain those albums, this song?



Martin’s take on country music was always odd: never bothering to put the martini glass down for a shot of rotgut, he still twinkled, bluffed, slurred and dandied his way around the tracks as if he was singing for a Vegas audience. Fact: no musician is as fascinating as Dean Martin, a staggering drunk who made millions off of property investments (some claim he was, for a while, the richest man in South Carolina), a man who gassed Rat Pack comeback shows by just staring into the audience and going “What am I doing?”; a man who reacted to the death of his son by retreating into hermitude and fucking a different whore every night until he died. I think those characteristics make him more than worthy of access to the world of country music. It is, after all, the broken man’s CNN.



On the other hand, I have no idea what’s going on in this video. It’s a song about the joys of hobodom, but he appears to be wandering around Sea World, a place where, I assume, most homeless people are tasered. I originally thought it was a golf course, and admittedly you can usually find the occasional tramp having a brief kip there at night, but more often you find teenager skaters losing their virginity to each other in the sandbunker. I doubt Dino would have approved.

Rat Packers Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr. and Frank Sinatra at The Kiel Opera House, June 20, 1965.

Hey pallies, likes today we return to 'nother fabulous flickr account tagged  "FUCKYEAHVINTAGE-RETRO," where  some nouveau hipster  dude has posted  some of those motion-images...likes sure they musta have some kinda special tag into a very very cool montage of our Dino, the Sam Man and Frank from their historic gig at the Kiel Opera House on June 20, 1965.

It was truly truly an spectacular event in the life and times of our great man, and this blogger has captured some of the magic of the moment with their use of computer technology......likes great stuff pallies!  Just lookin' at our Dino croonin' so so coolly brings likes a huge huge Dino-buddha-grin to my face!

ilovedinomartin is thrilled to be able to share this artistic effort with all you Dino-philes and salutes the creator of  this Dino-fun.  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.  Dino-awed, DMP

Rat Packers Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr. and Frank Sinatra at The Kiel Opera House, June 20, 1965.

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "The Last Time I Saw Paris"

Welcome back Ol' Pals O' Mine! WOW what a day!!! Now THIS is SPRING!!! Listen... youse ALL know me by now... I simply REFUSE to let a good vibe' die! When I'm feelin' somethin'...I'm REALLY feelin' it! Case in point... Dean's "French Style" al b um...especially this time of year! It's just so....SPRING!


This week's Serenade is gonna keep this cool cool vibe ALIVE & keep these cool cool tunes swingin'! "The Last Time I Saw Paris" gets me in such a happy & jumpin' mood, pallies! Gets my fingers snappin'! Gets my blood pumpin'!!! What a great way to feel pals & I owe it ALL to our one & only "King of Swing"!


Man o man...makes me so so glad to be alive & kickin' in this great big WON DER FUL world that we're cruisin' on!!! We can face ANYTHIN' pals...with the power of Dino on our side! OK...here we go! Let's turn this one WAY up & keep Spring swingin'! Enjoy!!! 


The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe
The last time I saw Paris
Her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees
And birds found songs to sing
I dodged the same old taxicabs
That I had dodged for years
The chorus of the squeaky horns
Was music to my ears

Oh the last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they changed her
I'll remember her ah that way

Dodged the same old taxicabs
That I had dodged for years
The chorus of the squeaky horns
Was music to my ears

Yeh, the last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they change her
I'll remember her that way

The last time I saw Paris
The last time I saw Paris

Hey pallies, likes here is some great great follow up patter 'bout that great great new musicale based on the life and times of our most beloved Dino.  Now playin' at the Walnut Street Theatre in Phili is "DINO!  An Evening with Dean Martin at the Latin Casino by playwright Armen Pandola.  A Mr. Chris Jordan from the Philly pad, "Metro," has scribed a very informative piece of prose givin' some great insights into the production and it's unique focus on our Dino.

One of the coolest insights that Mr. Pandola offer is that our main man is " the child of immigrant parents,"  and " he had one foot in the old world, and one foot in the new world."  And likes I encourage you to read all his thoughts below.  There is one that I don't totally agree with and wonderin' if you pallies can guess which one.

Anyhow, it is great to be able to share more 'bout this great production which ought make thousands more Dino-devotees outta pallies in the Philly area.  And, likes how cool if this production catches on and theatre groups 'round the globe put it on their stages...the Dino-possibilities are truly truly unlimited!  ilovedinomartin sez our thanks to Mr. Chris Jordan and all the pallies at "Metro" for givin' this grand new Dino-production a ton of grand publicity.  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-message.  Dino-awed, DMP

Playwright imagines Dean Martin is stuck in New Jersey

“Memories are made of this,” sang Dean Martin, star of stage, screen and song.

A few memories of Martin with local connections are the foundation for the new show “DINO! An Evening with Dean Martin at the Latin Casino,” which previews tomorrow at Walnut Street Theatre.

The action takes place on the stage of the Latin Casino in Cherry Hill with Martin and a pianist. The rest of the band is stuck elsewhere in the midst of the Blizzard of ‘78.

“This event I kind of imagined in order to fit this idea that interested me,” says South Philly playwright Armen Pandola, who brought “The Prince” to the Walnut in 2010. “So many people like him have to reinvent themselves. When people become famous, there’s a public version of themselves and a private version. Martin was a very private person for such a huge star.”

What a star. In 1947, he teamed with comedian Jerry Lewis in Atlantic City to become the biggest showbiz draw of the era.

“They were huge,” Pandola says. “When they played the Paramount in New York, they broke records that were set by Sinatra.”

When Martin and Lewis broke up in 1956, the news rocked the nation. Martin was considered the lesser of the two talents, but he thrived out of Lewis’ shadow as a singing star (“That’s Amore”, “Everybody Loves Somebody”) and a movie star (“The Young Lions,” “Rio Bravo”).

Along the way, Martin’s public persona of the urbane ladies man with a penchant for drink was created. His Las Vegas appearances with the Rat Pack — Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr., Peter Lawford and Joey Bishop — cemented the image. In later years, the guise became a bit more boozy and womanizing on “The Dean Martin Show,” which ran from 1965 to 1974 on NBC.

It was all an act.

“The one thing I try to get into is the side of Martin where he was kind of a brooding guy, he had things in his life her regretted,” Pandola says. “He loved kids, he loved his children, and he was a devoted husband.”

So there was more to Martin than meets the eye.

“What interested me about the guy, is that like so many people I grew up with in South Philly, he’s the child of immigrant parents,” says Pandola of Martin, who was born Dino Crocetti in Ohio. “He had one foot in the old world, and one foot in the new world.”

Dean Martin Pool Party

Hey pallies, likes it is increasin'ly incredible  the huge huge ways that our Dino continues to impact culture on an on-goin' daily basis.....even after departin' the planet likes nearly two decades ago.  Likes we all knows how much our Dino enjoyed his times workin' and playin' in 'Vegas baby 'Vegas....and likes gamin' folks all over the globe continue to capitalize on our most beloved Dino's connection to gamblin' by creatin' more and more slot machines puttin' the accent on our Dino.

Below is a cool vid from a recent addition to the Dino-slot's....."Dean Martin Pool Party".......featurin' our great man relaxin' pool side, sippin' a liquid refreshment and croonin' the romantico tune, "Almost Like Being In Love," from the Broadway smash hit "Brigadoon" by Lerner and Loewe.

Likes what an absolute pleasure to have the companionship of our Dino while  havin' some fun playin' some slots.  And such use of our Dino's persona certainly will have many many more comin' to know, love, and honor our amazin' Dino.   Dino-psyched, DMP

btw, and likes dudes as an extra Dino-bonus, enjoy the vid clip below the slot vid of our Dino croonin' "Almost Like Being In Love," from the fabulous Dino-show...truly truly Dino-perfection!

Granddaughter getting an early Dean Martin education

Hey pallies, likes dudes I am so so 'specially  pumped to be sharin' today's Dino-devotion with all youse Dino-philes.  Likes was just goin' through the Dino-'lerts sent our way by the pallies at google, when I came 'cross this cuter then cute vid of a wee one dancin' to that classic of classic Dino-croon "Ain't That A Kick In  The Head."  And likes pallies it certainly is a 'kick in the head' to find 'nother tike beginnin' her Dino-journey at such a tender tender age...likes probably 'tween 2 and 3 years of age.

From of all pads, "tripadvisor".....where normally the accent is on travel, comes this grooviest of groovily  tagged post, "Granddaughter getting an early Dean Martin education," comes an obviously in-the-Dino-know grand dad  from Portsmouth, United Kingdom who has videoed his little grandgirl pallie dancin' her heart out to that early Dino-hit, "Ain't That A Kick In The Head."

ilovedinomartin is always always so so psyched to see Dino-devotion startin' early early in a babe-in-arms life likes this youngen'....so that she will never ever not know, love, and honor our most beloved Dino.  Hats off to the coolest of cool granddaddy-o who has introduced his precious little one to our most precious Dino!  And, likes I have it on good authority....from the granddaddy-o that it is indeed himself that is croonin' the Dino-tune for his grandgirlpallie to dance too!   To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-report.  Dino-diggin', DMP

Granddaughter getting an early Dean Martin education

May 02, 2013, 7:12 AM

Her dancing is better than the backing track!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwFmZuIAmlk

:-)

Pallie: Dean Martin, 1979

Hey pallies, likes Dino-adulation comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes.  One of the newest coolest 'net pads to find dudes sharin' mucho Dino-love is tumblr where you can find tons and tons and tons of swingin' images of our most beloved Dino.  Today we takes you to Mr. Shawn Levy's tumblr site tagged, "The Junk Drawer Of Shawn's Mind," where Levy has posted an absolutely awesome pose of our Dino in shades,  relaxin' with his ever-present Kent Cigarette.

The post tagged "Pallie: Dean Martin, 1979 is one of those cool candid shots of our great man simply bein' his ever hip, cool, and randy self.  Those of us who are deeply into our devotion to Dino always always loves enjoyin' each and every Dino-image that we can gets our hands onto.  ilovedinomartin thanks Mr. Shawn Levy for spreadin' some Dino-love 'round his tumblr pad.  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.  Dino-diggin', DMP




Pallie: Dean Martin, 1979

With so much adoration and an entire generation of fans who worshiped the wide eyed crooner, it's no wonder Dean Martin became the first triple threat in modern entertainment.....

Hey pallies, likes youse just never ever know where Dino-homagin' will turn up next.  From "Free Rupublic" self-tagged as  "The Premier Conservative Site on the Net," comes a well-scribed and extemely heart-felt piece of Dino-prose shared by a pallie who tags themself, " nickcarraway."

Dino-devoted "nickcarraway" has put the accent on the early days of our great man's great career...'specially his decade of success with Mr. Jerry Lewis.  Trustin' that this Dino-holic likes will be sharin' more and more of the life and times of our King of Cool, but in this first Dino-reflection, the dude likes speaks volumes and volumes of Dino-truth when likes he sez,

"That man's name was Dean Martin, and to this day his songs are still on the radio like his heart had never missed a beat. With so much adoration and an entire generation of fans who worshiped the wide eyed crooner, it's no wonder Dean Martin became the first triple threat in modern entertainment by becoming a hit on television, radio and even major motion pictures."

And, likes tons and tons and tons of pallies are still lost in total Dino-wonder even likes years and years after our Dino's departure from our planet!  ilovedinomartin salutes pallie " nickcarraway" for so so freely freely sharin' on the " Free Republic" pad is deepest of deep admiration for our most admired Dino!  To checks this out in it's original format, likes simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.  Dino-always, ever, and only, DMP


Dean Martin's Early Career And His Rise To The Summit!

Posted on Friday, March 08, 2013 8:16:39 PM by nickcarraway

Las Vegas is home to some of the most exciting entertainment in the country; no other place in America rivals the rich history and variety of thrills located within the limits of Sin City. But just as much as people love to come and lose themselves in this modern adult wonderland, they owe the good time to a few key players in the entertainment industry who helped immortalize the city.

From singers, producers, club-owners and showgirls, talented people from all walks of life helped to establish Las Vegas as the party capital of America. While you could make a list all day long of those who contributed to the city we have today, we are going to feature one of the men who helped bring a little humility and even a little love to an industry known for being morally cut-throat!

That man's name was Dean Martin, and to this day his songs are still on the radio like his heart had never missed a beat. With so much adoration and an entire generation of fans who worshiped the wide eyed crooner, it's no wonder Dean Martin became the first triple threat in modern entertainment by becoming a hit on television, radio and even major motion pictures.

Dean's movie career was first centered on comedy, and that was all because of the man who helped Dean rise to fame and sat right alongside him enjoying the ride the entire time, Jerry Lewis! It was said the duo first began when they landed a gig together in Atlantic City, now it's said they got this job due to Jerry and Dean's expansive amateur careers: Dean had played a number of local dive bars and small clubs in Chicago due to his mafia connections, and Jerry was a comedian following suite except he happened to be in New York instead of Chicago.

One day they both would catch each other performing on the same night at a popular club in New York City, and from there it was history as the two immediately began talking about putting on a show featuring the both of them. It was only a matter of time until somebody noticed what these two had, so they were given a shot at a small casino showroom in Atlantic City.

Signed to perform every night, the two put together a routine they were sure was going to be a hit. Their very first performance they were nearly booed off the stage and the producer told them if they did not come up with another act by the end of the night they were fired and done in the world of Showbiz! In one of those historic moments of things just "working out," the two would together make a vow outside behind the casino to "Go for Broke!" They did just that, improvising a routine they had no forethought about. Dean simply started singing on stage while Jerry pretended to be a clumsy bus boy running around the showroom. The show ended with Dean pelting Jerry with dinner rolls whilst chasing him out of the showroom.

The audience couldn't get enough, and it was said no showroom had heard so much laughter until the fateful night those two "went for broke!" After that Dean and Jerry would manage to get signed into a contract doing two movies together while being in charge of all their touring.

The movies didn't pay too much yet, but their tours are where the two raked in their millions and became national sensations. In 1956 the two went their own separate ways after Dean told Jerry "All you are to me is a money sign!"

......as I continue my Dino-fication

Hey pallies, likes we 'gain return this Dino-day to our Dino-holic pallie Ryan Ebelt for 'nother outstandin' review of a truly truly classic Dino-flick.  From his self-tagged blog, "RJE FRIENDS OF JUNIOR," comes
Ry's likes totally totally rad reflections on that for-it's-day totally totally radical big screen effort, "Kiss Me, Stupid."

Gotta tells you dudes that I loves how our pallie Ry has picked up a bit on the Dino-lingo, when he pontificates in his opennin' remarks, "Another round of marital infidelity as I continue my Dino-fication while taking in Billy Wilder's 1964 effort, Kiss Me, Stupid.  Dino-fication, that is such a great Dino-term that I am gonna surely have to add to my Dino-vocabulary!

Anyway, dudes, per usual, our dude Ry has come through with some excellent reflections on this much overlooked and much under rated Dino-classic.  Be sure to read each and every word from this knower and lover of our most beloved Dino.

ilovedinomartin 'gain salutes renaissance man Ry Ebelt for continuin' to devote much space at his amazin blog to our amazin' man...and likes  hopes that next time Ry runs a Dino-essay this Dino-holic will be much much quicker on the Dino-uptake.  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-report.  Dino-always, DMP

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 19, 2012

"What's a Joint Like This Doing on a Girl Like You?"

Another round of marital infidelity as I continue my Dino-fication while taking in Billy Wilder's 1964 effort, Kiss Me, Stupid.

The sequel happened in Intercourse, Pennsylvania...

Generally left out of the majors of Wilder's considerable canon (Double Indemnity, Sunset Boulevard, Some Like It Hot, among many other greats), Kiss Me Stupid was condemned by the Catholic Legion of decency and was largely considered vulgar by reviewers.  Time, however, has done its usual work at toning down what might have ruffled feathers in 1964.  To me, it stood up well, and was an enjoyable, if farcical, concocted comedy of errors.

In the film, a small town duo of songwriters, Orville Spooner (Ray Walston) and Barney Millsap (Cliff Osmond), luck into their first contact with a big star when Vegas sensation, Dino (Dean Martin) rolls through their town on his way to Los Angeles. Barney, who runs the filling station, sabotages Dino's car to keep him around while they pitch the singer their horde of near-miss songs. Orville, an insanely jealous husband, fears having his wife anywhere near the famous lothario, so Barney cooks up a plan to get Zelda (Felicia Farr) out of the house and substitute another woman for her, the pretty barmaid, Polly the Pistol (Kim Novak). Despite his best efforts, Orville barely gets his wife out the door before Polly turns up. Of course, hijinks have already ensued from the word go, but at this point they're merely knocked up another dozen notches as Polly ends up falling for Orville rather than Dino, and Zelda ends up passed out in Polly's trailer behind the roadhouse.

Walston's in Nevada after leaving Roswell...but before moving in with Bill Bixby...(look it up)

At this point, I don't want to give too much more away though I've already hinted at the problems the public had with it above. It's sort of hilarious to me that five years before, the public and critics had far less trouble with a pair of musicians going in drag to chase girls...and escape the mob...in Some Like it Hot. Naturally, fifty years and movies like Indecent Proposal, have made the elements of Kiss Me, Stupid ludicrously tame. In fact, I'll go so far as to say that this movie does a fine job of making marital infidelity quite touching considering the scenario involved.

Wilder is a master, and not just because film history books tell us so. The Austrian-born filmmaker first escaped to France as the Nazis came to power to start making pictures before continuing on to Hollywood. His films have both the meticulous feeling of a powerful hand in charge while still managing to be light and often wildly inventive (I recommend reading about some of the crazier things he wanted to do with Sunset Boulevard, a film that still ended up pretty damned inventive with what he did do with it). And while this one lacks some of the flair and zany fun of a Some Like it Hot, it's still firmly in the master's hands.

Dino's commentary on chianti or lady's footwear?

Ray Walston does a wonderful, if occasionally over-the-top job as Orville. He's a little too archetypal jealous husband, constantly chasing away anything with a Y chromosome, but is still entertaining to watch as he's able to pivot emotional direction on a dime. Felicia Farr as Zelda is very obviously desirable both in terms of looks and personality, but gets a little less of a chance to shine as character in comparison to Kim Novak as Polly. Polly, like Orville, is again a touch too archetypal in the "hooker with a heart of gold vein," but still managed to tug at a few heart strings as the story progressed. The biggest surprise is Dino, who in many respects is presented as playing himself, and it's none too flattering. The film opens with him charming a crowd with song and jokes from the stage, but once in Orville's house he's all "Roman Hands and Russian Fingers" as the saying goes. He comes off as a first class heel, but at least he does it well.

Sexier to Billy: being on set with Kim Novak or writing with Raymond Chandler?

Kiss Me, Stupid may not be the one you choose to show if only allowed to present one Billy Wilder vehicle, but I admit to having a soft spot for interesting if lesser-known works. After all, I'd probably show The Wild Bunch if I could only show one Peckinpah, but I savor the flawed and highly personal Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid on a more personal level.  As I mentioned in my review of Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed?, I do love the movie world created especially well in older movies, and while Kiss Me, Stupid delivers on that, it's also nice that it has just the right amount of real world honesty.

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "C'est Si Bon"

Welcome back, pallies! Man, what a bea u ti ful Spring day here in bea u ti ful Ol' Massachusetts! No where I'd rather be pals! I am simply BUSTIN' at the seams for some fun... light hearted... Springtime jams!


I wanted somethin' a little EXTRA juicy for today's Serenade... Somethin' a little EXTRA carefree... I thinks I found us just the right tune on Dean's "French Style" al b um, pallies...A juicy little plum called "C'est Si Bon". Def i nate ly the PERFECT tune to get that "sunny weather" vibe flowin' & Def i nate ly the PERFECT guy to get the job done right!!!


 Now hold on pals...it get's better!!! I Found Dino singin' it LIVE on his show & Man O Man...NUTHIN' can compare to THAT!!! Watchin' & Listenin' to Dean playfully performin' & add-libbin' would even gets my grouchy Ol' Uncle to crack a smile...& THAT AIN'T EASY pals!!! Hahaha!!! Don't tell him I said that! Well, that's enough patter outta me...let's get it crackin'! Happy Spring pals! Enjoy!!!  

 

(Si bon si bon)
C'est si bon (Si bon si bon)
Lovers say that in France (Si bon si bon)
When they thrill to romance (Si bon si bon)
It means that it's so good

Ah c'est si bon (Si bon si bon)
So I say it to you (Si bon si bon)
Like the French people do (Si bon si bon)
Because it's oh so good

Every word every sigh every kiss dear
Leads to only one thought and it's this dear
Oh it's on so good (Si bon si bon)
Nothing else can replace (Si bon si bon)
Just your slightest embrace (Si bon si bon)
And if you only would
Would be my own for the rest of my days
I would whisper this phrase
C'est si bon (Si bon si bon)
The river Seine (Si bon si bon)
The Left Bank (Si bon si bon)
The Eiffel Tower (Si bon si bon)
Meatballs, pizzas, now that's pretty good stuff too
(En voyant notre mine ravie) Hey watch your language
I have only one thought and it's this dear
Oh it's so good (Si bon si bon)
Nothing else can replace (Si bon si bon)
Just your slightest embrace (Si bon si bon)
And if you only would
Be my own for the rest of my days
I would whisper this phrase
My darling c'est si bon (Si bon si bon)
Gigi si bon (Si bon si bon)
Mimi si bon (Si bon si bon)
And all those mademoiselles that are si bon
In fact you'd be surprised how much good stuff there is around here Frank (Si bon si bon)

Dean's perfectly cast here.

Hey pallies, likes I gotta 'fess up dudes that I never ever gets 'nough time on the ol' net to keeps up with the amazin'ly massive efforts of Dino-devotion bein' shared 'round the Dino-world.  Case in point dudes:  last year in October and early November, ilovedinomartin had the extreme pleasure of sharin' reviews of the four Helmer capers as well as "Rio Bravo" scribed by the very talented modern renaissance man Mr. Ryan Ebelt who hangs his hat at his fab self-tagged blog, " RJE'S FRIENDS OF JUNIOR."

Well, it's been months since I have checked in with our Dino-devoted pallie Ry and feelin' prompted by our great man  to return to Elbelt's pad, likes I discovered that Ry, last December,  had done two absolutely fab reviews  of two more of our great man's great big screen efforts.  Today we are delighted to share Ry's reflections on our Dino in that lesser known comedy, "Who's Been Sleeping In My Bed"....which is yet to find release on DVD.

Ry who has an amazin' way with words, writes magically 'bout this early sixties sex farce sayin' "1963's Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed? allowed me to slip right into that movie world of glamorous people in an impossible situation, a heightened reality."  And what a grand pleasure it is to digest Ry's grand Dino-thoughts.

ilovedinomartin is thrilled to be able to feature 'nother rad review of a Dino-flick from our remarkably Dino-devoted pallie Mr. Ryan Ebelt.  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.  And in the not to distant Dino-future, ilovedinomartin will 'gain return to pallie Ry's blog for his insightful look that that more rad of rad Dino-comedies...."Kiss Me Stupid."  Dino-gratefully, DMP

 RJE'S FRIENDS OF JUNIOR

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 11, 2012

"You Never Really Get to Know a Person Until They Put Their Clothes On."

In the last decade or so, the obsession with "reality" has infiltrated everything, and has made me all the more conscious of why everyone in the world should now be required to take a media studies class.  After all, the documentary has rarely been as popular on a mass scale, and yet, one has to realize that even a Ken Burns' ten hour series on PBS still can't show every facet of any subject.  And because there's a filmmaker, there's a point of view, and an opinion on the subject. "Reality"shows have come a long way since the obviously contrived excuse to put a bunch or strangers together and see what happens. Now we watch with baited breath, not only for some person that does some dangerous job in some remote region, but we'll watch a bunch of guys buy storage lockers.  I had an uncle who did that...I never found it that fascinating, though, I'll admit that the thought of a surprise inside was alluring.

Even in movies that bring the modern mythos of superheroes to the big screen is still often tethered to reality.  Rather than exist in a sort of alternate world where super-powers are just the norm, we've tried to ground them in the same world we live in.  It's a fool's errand. As comedian Pete Holmes so expertly put it when an audience member decried the unrealistic CGI of the Hulk as being fake, "The Hulk is fake, buddy."

It's where the whole idea of a "movie world" comes in. It's why we love Quentin Tarantino. His movies have increasingly ceased to exist in the world we occupy and have more and more showed that this would be the world QT would create were he God. And it's why I find myself running back to older films: you know it's a set, you know it's too elegant and glamourous, you know everyone's not that quippy, and coincidences just don't happen like that...and those are all the reasons you love it.

This poster fails to feature the requisite innuendo of the Matt Helm Poster Act....

1963's Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed? allowed me to slip right into that movie world of glamorous people in an impossible situation, a heightened reality. Also, I wouldn't have thought I'd be able to segue a review of a Dean Martin vehicle with Russ Meyer, but I'll have to get back to that.

The movie tells the story of Jason Steel (Dean Martin), a TV actor who plays a doctor who is much beloved to the ladies, but in Jason's real life, he's getting tired of his job and cold feet about his impending nuptials to girlfriend Melissa (Elizabeth Montgomery) because of his poker buddies' varying shaky relationships with their own wives. Now here's where the contrived part comes in: Because Jason seems so much the perfect man, his friends' wives begin setting up rendez-vous with him to help them with their marital problems, which usually leads to their trying to get cozy with him. Only problem is they're all lovely ladies, and it's making it even harder for Jason to commit to his own relationship.  Meanwhile, Melissa to is tiring of Jason's hot then cold routine, while her friend Stella (Carol Burnett) strives to keep them on their way to the altar.

Here you go, ladies: Mr. Right in his jammies.

Naturally, all this leads to Dino slowly cracking up as he has to keep shuffling all these dames around to keep from getting into trouble with their husbands, his friends. Dean's perfectly cast here. His charm and easy-going attitude make it easy to understand why the ladies love him, although his purposely stiff demeanor in the opening scenes on the set of his show had me laughing from the get go. It was 60's TV acting par excellence. But the situation is, of course, patently absurd, but that's exactly what makes it fun. You never doubt why Dino would be both driven crazy by, and yet totally desire to keep playing the field in the spot he's in. It's not reality. I've never seen any extramarital affairs go like this, but that's exactly the fun of it.

Director Daniel Mann keeps the movie at a brisk, but not labored clip, while orchestrating some great comic sequences.  Elizabeth Montgomery was only a year away from becoming "Samantha Stevens" of Bewitched fame, and she's every part the desirable girlfriend that would make the perfect wife. Dino's buddies' wives are played by a fun group of actress and his buddies by a solid crew of familiar character actors. But the show is nearly completely stolen by Carol Burnett in her debut film performance. She is an absolute joy to watch as the oversexed but gawky Stella...which oddly enough brings me back to my Russ Meyer point from earlier.

I'm not sure what Russ saw in her....

Though the movie had several sequences that had me roaring, there's a late scene in a Mexican nightclub that made the whole movie worth while.  Dino and the girls arrive for a celebration when who should they find entertaining the bars patrons but an oddly uncredited burlesque legend, Tura Satana. Tura actually played a showgirl in two of director Daniel Mann's movies (the other being Our Man Flint!  I managed to tie in that as well!), but she's perhaps best known for playing the busty and booted, go-go dancing killer, Varla, from Russ Meyer's immortal Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!  In any event, after her show, Jason has an argument with Melissa and storms out on her and Stella, which leads to the most uproarious segment in the movie as Stella ends up performing her own striptease to pay off the bill!

I only wish I had been on a set that was this fun.

Peeking about the internet, I've seen some reference to the film's "misogyny." Now while it's true that it seems like every woman in the film is a crazy shrew, save Melissa, in the opening minutes of the story, eventually, according to Jason's speech to his therapist friend, they're the most desirable women in the world. The point of the story seems to be that one has to appreciate their spouse and not let their relationship dwindle into the constant fight/ignore territory where the men are all selfish jerks and the women shrieking shrews. And as I mentioned before, this movie obviously represents no reality that I or anyone else has ever lived in.  I don't even have to offer the "it was a different time" defense on this one (ok, maybe a little for some of the somewhat racist moments). Instead, I just wonder whether anyone who honestly thinks that this movie is misogynist enough to comment on it actually enjoys life at all when viewing it through that jaded lens.

Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed? is simply a delight, which left me with a smile on my face from the time I finished watching it until it was time for me to climb between my own sheets wishing I had some of Dino's problems!