Hey pallies, likes as we reverently roam and wondrously wander 'netland searchin' high 'n low for the deepest of deep devotion to our most most beloved Dino we continue, every so often, to come 'cross Dino-tributes superbly scribed by newspaper writers 'round the time of our Dino's exit from our planet. Today we are perfectly pleased to share Mr. John Floyd's excellent elegant epitaph printed in the January 4, 1996 edition of the "Miami News Times," tagged "Dino: The Man, the Myth, the Musician."
Likes we coulda write just tons and tons of thorough thoughts on the voluminous verities of Mr. Floyd's awesome adulation of our Dino, but that woulda only prolong all youse Dino-holics from drinkin' deeply from John's powerfully profound Dino-reflections. So, permit us to lovin'ly lift up just one particular portion of Mr. Floyd's intense insights.......that bein' Mr. Floyd's bein' introduced to our most beloved Dino by his grandfather, Mr. Joe Bastera, who as youse will read, had abundantly awesome adulation of our most most beloved Dino. Likes, our Dino-hearts become fully fully filled to the beautiful brim with deepest delight to know that yet 'nother pallie was led into the Dino-fold by a lovin' relative....one Dino-devotee perfectly pointin' the wise way for the next generation to be devotedly drawn into the Dino-fold....knowin', lovin', and totally turned on to our main man Dino!
We solemnly salute Mr. John Floyd of the "Miami News Times" for his incredibly inspirin' remarkable reflections on the life, times, and teachin's of our one and only DINO. These wondrous words may be decades old, but they continue to hugely honor our King of Cool. To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.
btw, we gotta 'fess up that we don't totally see eye to eye with everythin' that Mr. Floyd scribed, but almost every word he spake 'bout our Dino is right on the Dino-mark.
We Remain,
Yours In Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Dino: The Man, the Myth, the Musician
JOHN FLOYD | JANUARY 4, 1996 | 4:00AM
After his death, the image remains, an embodiment of cool that leaves an indelible impression whether you encounter it on TV, at the movies, or in photographs. He is a man of Italian descent, dark and handsome. Perhaps he is standing around at some swanky cocktail party, tie loosened into a comfortable "Y" around his neck, highball in one hand, cigarette in the other. His eyebrows are raised and his eyes are half-open, his mouth forming a smirk that lets you know in no uncertain terms that he did not give a damn about anything around him. Dean Martin, dead at age 78 of acute respiratory failure, cut an image of suave sophistication and nonchalant confidence so sharp it could draw blood.
These were among the trademarks of his music, a body of work that includes sixteen Top 40 hits spanning nearly two decades. Yet Martin's legacy has thus far eluded the trendmongers and hipsters of the Nineties who have somehow managed to turn Frank Sinatra and Tony Bennett into Gen-X icons. Martin's lilting, boozy phrasing would help shape the style of numerous singers, but none more than a young Elvis Presley, who worshiped the most famous son of Steubenville, Ohio, where he was born Dino Crocetti in 1917. Listen to Presley's first recordings from the mid-Fifties: Amid the genre-busting mix of roadhouse blues, rave-up R&B, and wildcat honky-tonk, you'll hear the mark of Martin's bubbly voice in Presley's version of "Blue Moon," in which he teases the words and plays with their syllables and syntax. You'll also hear the crooner's influence on Presley's percolating reworking of "I Don't Care if the Sun Don't Shine," a song first recorded by Martin in 1950.
Thanks to 1) a string of late-Forties pop hits, 2) a nightclub act and film career playing straight man to screwball sidekick Jerry Lewis in the Forties and Fifties, 3) a distinguished career as a serious actor throughout the Sixties, and 4) a pair of successful TV shows in the late Sixties and early Seventies, Martin became one of the nation's most popular entertainers A the toast of Las Vegas stages and Miami nightspots such as the Copa Club and the Fontainebleau. Although his immense vocal abilities drew the praise of such esteemed colleagues as Bing Crosby, Martin's persona was that of a booze-addled bumbler who just so happened to have a marvelous voice. That persona was a perfect match for the cocktail-crazed Fifties, when three martinis always headed up the lunch menu, just as his libidinous TV variety shows essayed masterfully the Las Vegas take on the increasingly liberal sexual politics of the time.
His lack of political correctness may be among the reasons Martin was always an unlikely candidate for career revitalization. Although he was by far the superior vocalist, Martin lacked Tony Bennett's nice-guy charm and affable good will. As for Sinatra -- with whom Martin had an almost dysfunctional relationship throughout much of his career -- he was forgiven for his persistent political incorrectness because he was perceived as an unassailable icon. Additionally, he was not only a better singer than Martin, he also worked with better arrangers and assumed more artistic control in the creation of his albums. Where Sinatra and conductor-arranger Nelson Riddle were hard at work concocting such thematic masterpieces from the Fifties as Songs for Swinging Lovers and In the Wee Small Hours, Martin was content to knock off abominations like Swingin' Down Yonder, a mostly wretched collection of old-South standards such as "Mississippi Mud" and "Alabamy Bound." So while thrill-seeking bohos are currently raising their martini glasses in campy toast to the swinging sounds of Bennett and Sinatra, much of Martin's best work from the same era is gathering dust in the vaults of Capitol Records. The occasional hits collection has emerged, such as the fairly adequate Collectors Series set from 1989, but while Martin was still alive no collection was definitive enough to create the groundswell needed to roust him from his self-imposed retirement of the late Seventies.
Martin had been in poor health off and on for years, and he bowed out of a 1988 tour with Sinatra and Sammy Davis, Jr., owing to -- depending on who's telling the story -- either kidney problems or his intolerance of Sinatra's spoiled-brat behavior. Still, I always held tightly to the conviction that he would return. I believed it if only out of reverence for my grandfather, Joe Bastera, an Italian-immigrant meatpacker who in the early Seventies introduced me to Martin's hot-buttered croon and drunken charm. Martin records played constantly around the Bastera house, both the Fifties stuff recorded for Capitol and the work he did in the Sixties for Sinatra's Reprise label. My grandfather cared little for making distinctions between the hard-jazz intensity of "Ain't That a Kick in the Head" and the MOR mush of Martin's huge '64 hit "Everybody Loves Somebody." He'd rather laugh at the singer's exaggerated phrasing on "That's Amore" or sing quietly to himself when "Memories Are Made of This" or "Volare" came gliding from the massive wood-grained hi-fi cabinet that anchored my grandparents' living room.
Because I followed my grandfather's every move -- whether he was dropping ice cubes into a Cutty Sark and soda or dropping stacks of records on the turntable spindle -- I liked Dean Martin, too. I liked his voice, and even bought a few of his singles. My fondness, however, was based less on his music than on the jacket of A Winter Romance, Martin's 1959 Christmas record and my grandfather's favorite album. On the cover, Martin is standing outside a ski lodge with his arms wrapped around a radiant woman wearing bright-red lipstick and shooting Dino a smile that says he's all she wants for Christmas. The man himself, though, is eyeballing a snowbunny in a flame-red snowsuit, who leers at Dino with the turbo-charged eroticism of a sex bomb incarnate. Looking at it now, the cover is undeniably corny, hokey, and more than a little sexist. Through the eyes of a nine-year-old, it was packed with sexuality and mystery and the suggestion that something delightfully dirty was about to happen.
Unlike so many holiday albums of the era, A Winter Romance stands as a masterpiece that offers much more than just another singer's versions of various Christmas standards. Although Martin does take a beautiful spin around "Winter Wonderland" and puts an inebriated bounce into "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," the album works best when it focuses not so much on the holiday, but the season in which it falls. You could argue that "I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm," "Canadian Sunset," and "Out in the Cold Again" aren't even Christmas songs at all, and you would be right. Cue them up as December 25 approaches, though, and they define the romance of the season just as well as any other smoochy Christmas hit you care to throw on the holiday fires.
They also define the eroticism of Martin's artistry as capably as any of his more renowned hits. Taken with the highlights of his career -- "Memories Are Made of This," "Volare," "I'd Cry Like a Baby," "Ain't That a Kick in the Head" -- the songs on A Winter Romance help create an aural portrait of a love-struck crooner who defined his passions as much by how he sang a line as what the line said. That he could do this so convincingly made him a sex symbol, a beacon of virility and raw sex appeal for young girls and older women alike. That he did it all with natural grace and a complete lack of pretension made him seem like a regular guy, someone that other regular guys like my grandfather could call their own. Everyone, it seemed, loved Dean Martin.
Dino, on the other hand, loved no one. It is only after you read Nick Tosches's Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams, the writer's 1992 Martin biography, that you discover the distance that separated Dean Martin the man from Dean Martin the image. At the root of Martin's personality was an utter lack of interest in the people around him: the two wives he would torment through silence and emotional distance; the musicians, producers, and arrangers who helped him perfect his art; Jerry Lewis, his stage and screen accomplice from 1949 to 1959, who told Tosches that Martin "had a wonderful way of putting up a facade, and that kept people at bay." Even Sinatra -- one of Martin's Rat Pack buddies and frequent costar in clubs and films -- was thought of by Martin as a Mafia groupie and a mama's boy, stone-drunk on power, influence, and ego. Throughout the book, countless acquaintances of Martin's say the same thing: He was incapable of communication, of intimacy, of fostering friendships, of sharing thoughts, of displaying the emotional traits he so gracefully celebrated in his work. In contrast to the yearning romantic of his finest music, the real-life Dean Martin did not care about anyone or anything.
My grandfather died in 1983, nearly ten years before Tosches's book revealed the disturbing enigma that was Dean Martin. I don't think he would have liked the book anyway. Most of the time he was a pretty quiet guy who respected his privacy and the privacy of others. Aside from showing me how to handle records without leaving my fingerprints on the grooves, the only advice he ever gave me was something like "Keep your nose the hell out of other people's business." Perhaps he let his music -- Dean Martin's music -- speak for him. On holidays and family gatherings, he would twirl my grandmother around the living room, offering off-key vocal accompaniment as "Volare" flooded the room, surely not the least bit concerned whether Dean Martin was a lousy husband or a pillhead or an alcoholic or a crummy human being. Instead, he heard a voice of unflagging optimism, a voice that explored the wonderful dimensions of romantic bliss, a voice that continues to extol the virtues of amore.
Likes it's clear that Miss Ross is really into wine, likes 'specially Chianti, and yes has been really into our Dino as well.....at least since high school days as she relates, "To laugh about how I had no idea Buca di Beppo was a chain, and called every day to get hired as a host in high school because The Godfather was my favorite movie (the only R-rated one I was allowed to watch), I knew all of Dean Martin’s hits by heart, and I had a “tight five” comedy routine about my nonna’s house ready for theatrical kitchen tours."
All Chianti Is My Kind of Chianti
BA’s wine editor has a not-so-guilty pleasure.
BY MARISSA A. ROSS
APRIL 16, 2019
Welcome to Red Sauce America, our coast-to-coast celebration of old-school Italian-American restaurants.
My husband refuses to go to Little Italy with me because we always end up eating at the first restaurant featuring an adorable old man outside with a thick accent, a mouthful of flattery, and a promise of Chianti. Yes, I’m a sucker, and I don’t care. The food is never as good as my husband’s (my mother-in-law is from Emilia-Romagna), but it’s not about the food. It’s about the Chianti.
Chianti begs to be poured from straw-woven fiasco bottles in the company of oversize Sophia Loren portraits. The glasses are always too small or too big but somehow just right. Simply the color of “red wine,” Chianti often smells and tastes just as nondescript (despite the multitudes its patron-saint grape Sangiovese possesses). Sure, it has the potential to be earthy and romantic, its flavors of cherry and plum ringing with acidity like the strings of a mandolin. Or it can just be table wine.
And that’s how I prefer it: to pour it, to drink it, to talk over it with hands flailing. To let it take me back to childhood dinners at Vince’s Spaghetti in Ontario, California, where my father washed dishes as a kid. To laugh about how I had no idea Buca di Beppo was a chain, and called every day to get hired as a host in high school because The Godfather was my favorite movie (the only R-rated one I was allowed to watch), I knew all of Dean Martin’s hits by heart, and I had a “tight five” comedy routine about my nonna’s house ready for theatrical kitchen tours. To reflect on how I didn’t appreciate the crowds my grandfather drew when he’d hijack the piano at Nordstrom to play Liberace’s Italian medley. To remember all the things I don’t when I’m sitting at my own dining room table, dissecting the latest bottle from the Loire or discussing that morning’s NPR talking points.
Maybe that’s why I love drinking Chianti at restaurants. It always brings me back home.
What an AB SO LUTE LY WON DER FUL time of year it is!!!
This is it, ol' pals o' mine!
The day I wait for all year!
As I ALWAYS say...it's a chance to begin 'gain!
A time of resolution!
Yet 'nother opportunity to let even MORE Dino into out lives!
Haha!!
With every Spring & every Easter...I tries my HARDEST...to the absorb the MOSTEST amounts of our pal, Dean...as humanly possible!
He DEF I NATE LY makes my day & DEF I NATE LY puts a cool cool accent on such an AWESOME holiday!!!
Youse can't help but feel so so happy on a day like this, pallies!
So, my Dino-diggin' paisani... PLEASE...listen to the message that Dean is spreadin' in "Good Morning Life".
It's not only 'bout fallin' for a beautiful chicalina.
Nope.
The message goes much deeper, my friends!
Be in love with life itself! It's the mostest precious gift of them all!
Just like Dino-tunes are a gift to us all!
Wake up EVERYDAY & count your blessings!
This jam inspires me today & everyday, pals o' mine!
It's actually one of my FAVE Dino-tunes to share...'specially on an EXTRA special day like today!
Let's not take life for granted, pals!
Get out there & spread some Dino-magic!
Life's problems ALWAYS work themselves out.
Somehow.
Well pals...I hope ALL my friends at our humble lil' blog get uplifted with today's croonin'!
Have a GREAT & Cool Cool Easter, my friends...& ALWAYS 'member to keeps the DINO & life's vino flowin'!!!
Hey pallies. likes where was the first place that youse remember hearin' our most beloved Dino croon a tune? Many a Dino-devotee we know first were introduced to our one and only Dino by their parents or grandparents or some other relative Many a Dino-holic first got hugely hooked on our Dino via the media of the day whether it be radio or television. But there are other Dino-philes that first were welcomed to our Dino's world in a public place.
The Dino-nugget that absolutely awed us 'pon readin' it is Miss Krishna's revelation that " It was here that I first listened to the croonings of Dean Martin, his music playing on an endless loop in the dining room." Likes how mighty marvelous is that pallies?!?!?! It make us profoundly ponder just how many of today's Dino-devotees where like Priya first introduced to our mighty marvelous majestic Dino via background music in one eatery or 'nother? And, likes how many many more pallies will be drawn into the Dino-fold even this very Dino-day by hearin' our Dino while enjoyin' a meal, 'specially in an Italiano Restaurant?
And, likes pallies, we simply had to add a fabulous fav Dino-amore croon for your Dino-viewin' and Dino-listenin' pleasure....from the Dino-show...."It Had To Be You."
We Remain,
Yours In Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
The Bizarre History of Buca di Beppo, America’s Most Postmodern Red Sauce Chain
How a Lutheran from central Illinois created a genre-defining Italian-American restaurant.
BY PRIYA KRISHNA
APRIL 16, 2019
Welcome to Red Sauce America, our coast-to-coast celebration of old-school Italian-American restaurants.
There was no Little Italy near the small suburb of Dallas where I grew up. Instead, there was Buca di Beppo.
It was here that I first listened to the croonings of Dean Martin, his music playing on an endless loop in the dining room.
Hey pallies, likes we gotta 'fess up that that we stand in absolute awe, YES! absolute awe of how wise writers are incredibly intriguin'ly integratin' the life, the times, and the teachin's of our most beloved Dino in intensely imaginatively intelligent ways. Case in point is the perfect prose below that powerfully pairs up our one and only Dino with Aussie Prime Minister Mr. Scott Morrison.
Likes from the online presence of "The Sydney Morning Herald" comes associate editor Mr. Tony Wright perfect prose "Scott Morrison is forever blowing bubbles ... but bubbles tend to pop."
Usin' the theme, "a thing for bubbles," Wright begins and ends his political pontifications awesomely accentin' our King of Cool...and we find it completely completely cool!
All youse Dino-philes can read the comparisons between our Dino and Prime Minister Scott Morrison below and see how coolly crafted Mr. Wright has fashioned his wise words. We are beautifully bodaciously blown 'way, as we stated 'bove by the incredibly intriguin'ly integration of our Dino into present times and situations. And, pallies, likes think 'bout the tons of new pallies who are bein' introduced to our Dino for the first time and how many will be deeply drawn into the inner Dino-circle by such excellent efforts as newspaper scribers like Mr. Tony Wright.
We swankly salute Mr. Tony Wright and all the pallies at "The Sydney Morning Herald for this remarkable read and for lovin'ly liftin' up the name of our most beloved Dino in this wondrous way.
To checks this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram. And, likes we couldn't resist sharin' a youtube vid our our one and only Dino croonin' 'bout bubbles!
We Remain,
Yours In Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Scott Morrison is forever blowing bubbles ... but bubbles tend to pop
By Tony Wright
April 16, 2019
Dean Martin, crooner and wisecracker, was known in the 1960s as the King of Cool, a description unlikely ever to attach itself to Scott Morrison, who is more from the sweaty vaudeville school of performance.
Both share, however - past tense, of course, for the late Dino - a thing for bubbles.
It’s just that their approach to bubbles comes from very different perspectives.
Prime Minister Scott Morrison and Liberal MP Michael Sukkar.CREDIT:DOMINIC LORRIMER
Morrison, Australia’s current Prime Minister, has taken to dismissing questions he doesn’t want to answer as "questions from the bubble".
Want to know, say, whether voters might punish any of his Liberal candidates because they voted for Peter Dutton for prime minister?
"That is a bubble question. I will leave that one in the bubble," snapped Morrison this week when asked about the judgment of the member for Deakin, Michael Sukkar, who had indeed thought last year that it was a splendid idea that the not-entirely loved Dutton should lead the nation.
The Prime Minister's visit to the border of two Liberal-held seats shows that some heavy lifting needs to be done in Melbourne.
He was at it again on Tuesday when a very friendly voter in the Victorian seat of Corangamite lobbed a slow-ball question about last year's Liberal leadership coups.
"We read in the newspapers and see on television all the time that Malcolm Turnbull was ousted and the inference seems to be that you ousted him," said the good citizen, adding helpfully: "That is totally at variance with what was reported at the time. We find this very distressing because we want you back as Prime Minister and I wonder if you could comment on what actually happened so people really know and they don't get this story all the time about it."
"That's true," responded Morrison warily, searching for an empty spot within a handy bubble for this inconvenient bit of history.
"I can only repeat what Malcolm himself said when he confirmed, as you've just said, that I was supporting him and there was a change but when these things happen you have to focus on the future."
And that was his entire explanation. The bubble was closed.
Morrison’s bubble is where the elites of Parliament House, Canberra, are confined. They are, in his telling, hermetically sealed off from understanding the concerns of real Australians.
And these days, Morrison would very much like the very name of Peter Dutton to be detained within the silence of a bubble, too.
This snappy method of dodging unpalatable subjects is a new version of his old soft-shoe shuffle when he was minister for border protection and he didn’t want to answer questions about asylum seekers arriving by boat.
"On-water matters," he’d declare, sealing even the high seas within a giant bubble.
As he desperately builds new balloons of silence to protect himself during what is described as an election campaign, Morrison, whose musical tastes exist within a 1980s pub-rock bubble, might do well to extend his range to include Dean Martin’s laid-back lounge music.
One of Dino’s well-known easy listening songs was I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles (a song that's been done by just about everyone, right back to the 1920s, but rarely with Dean Martin's style of cool).
Equipped with one of the ever-present cigarettes that eventually killed him and often a glass of what appeared to be gin, Martin would half-close his heavy-lidded eyes and let his audiences into the transitory, heart-breaking nature of bubbles.
"I’m forever blowing bubbles/pretty bubbles in the air," he’d croon, leading listeners into a lovely fantasy.
Hey pallies, likes we gets ubber unendin' potent pleasure in swankly sharin' multi media sources that constantly continue to reverently remember the life, times, and teachin's of our most beloved Dino. Today we are deeply delighted to once 'gain return to the online pad of that windy city remarkable radio resource WGN, where just a few 'go we had posted an episode of WGN's Radio Theatre featurin' our most beloved Dino and his post beloved partner, Mr. Jerry Lewis's 11-09-51 radio programme that you can find HERE.
Today's Dino-gram is 'nother audio recordin' from WGN where Mr. Dave Plier is interviewin' Mr.Steve Darnall, publisher and editor of Nostalgia Digest magazine. In the prose scribed by Mr. Curtis Koch (pictured on the right) tagged, "Nostalgia Digest’s Spring Edition with Steve Darnall: The Legacy of Martin & Lewis," we learn that in it's 45 year history the mag Nostalgia Digest had never ever featured our main man and his partner in crazy comedy on their cover, but are coolly correctin' that omission in their new spring 2019 edition. Youse can see a potent pix of that cover below at the end of this post.
The audio interview between Plier and Darnall covers a bit of the history of Martin and Lewis' radio programmes as well as includes a brief audio of their first radio programme and Darnall speaks of the feature article 'bout Martin and Lewis on radio in the Spring 2019 edition of Nostalgia Digest scribed by Mr. Michael J. Hayde, who recently released the terrific tome, "Side By Side: Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis On TV and Radio."
Likes how absolutely thrillin' it is to learn that the Dino-message continues to be spread by radio as well as print and we sez our thank you very much to the pallies at WGN, particularly Mr. Dave Plier and to Mr. Steve Darnall of Nostalgia Digest. The Martin and Lewis portion of the interview begins 'bout 1:30 and ends 'bout 12:00. If youse woulda likes to purchase a copy of the Spring 2019 edition of Nostalgia Digest or suprise to this marvelous magazine, simply click HERE.
We gotta 'fess up that it probably will work best if you clicks on the tag of this Dino-report to goes the the original source at WGN to listen to this incredible interview.
We Remain,
Yours In Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Nostalgia Digest’s Spring Edition with Steve Darnall: The Legacy of Martin & Lewis
Steve Darnall of Nostalgia Digest magazine joins Dave Plier to talk about the Spring Edition including the legacy of Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis on radio, Chicago’s Riverview Amusement Park, a few moments with The Andy Griffith Show’s Thelma Lou, actress Betty Lynn. For a subscription, visit nostalgiadigest.com.
Hey pallies, likes today is yet 'nother deeply deeply delightful date in the life, times and teachin's of our most beloved Dino. Likes thanks to a dude tagged "Rocketman5000" at "Inside the Rock Era" we got word that it was on the Dino-day, April 16 in the year of our Dino 1964 that our great man recorded his coolest cool croon ever...."Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime."
"Everybody Loves Somebody," was coolly co-written in 1947 by his pianist/accompanist Ken Lane. It went to #1 on the Billboard Hot 100, sold more than a million copies, and became the theme song of his NBC-TV variety series (1965-1974). The words "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime" are inscribed on Dean Martin's grave marker. Likes when it hit numero uno on the Billboard charts, our most beloved Dino knocked the Beatles off the charts, provin' once and for Dino-all that only our mighty marvelous magnificant Dino coulda bust the Beatles!
ilovedinomartin sez our thanks to "Rocketman5000" at "Inside the Rock Era" for bringin' this Dino-date to our attention so that we coulda shares it with all youse Dino-holics. To view this in it's original format, likes just clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram. And, for your Dino-viewin' and listenin' pleasure, we have included a stunnin' ver-s-ion of this chart-topper as recorded on the Dino-show.
We Remain
Yours In Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
1964: Dean Martin recorded "Everybody Loves Somebody".
Hey pallies, likes it seems we are always always playin' Dino-catch-up here at ilovedinomartin 'cause there are so so much declaratory devotion to our Dino bein' shared all over the world wide web and we are often days, weeks, months behind, and likes as in today's Dino-gram we are over a year behind in gettin' this marvelous massive missive a la Dino onto the pages of our humble little Dino-pad. But, likes as we often sez, better late then never pallies!
Likes today's Dino-devotion is international in Dino-nature and was originally scribed in German at the blog "kurier.at." Wisely wonderfully written by Mr. Gieter Chmelar (pictured on the left), it was posted on June 2, 2017 in honor of the centennial of our Dino's descent to earth. Chmelar is an Austrian journalist , television presenter and cabaret artist ....and in readin' this potent prose, we also can unequivocally proudly proclaim Dieter musta be a deep devote of our most beloved Dino! Likes we fantastically find that the tag of Chmelar's Dino-proclamation is both powerfully provocative and extremely evocative as well...."Dean Martin: The secrets of his life."
Energetically employin' a fantastic feast of Dino-images, Dino-clips, and Dino-prose, Mr. Chmelar retells the life, times, and teachin's of our Dino in a coolly colorful way. There are at least one or two statements that are inaccurate...'specially when Gieter states, "It is certain that he rarely got up before 12 o'clock in the afternoon." All Dino-philes know that for a good share of his lifetime our Dino was an early to bed, early to rise kinda pallie 'cause he wanted to get out on the links early in the mornin'.
We are totally totally thrilled to have discovered this remarkable retellin' of the Dino-story and to be able to pass it on to all youse Dino-holics to drink deeply from. We thanks Mr. Gieter Chmelar and all the pallies at "kurier.at" for doin' their part to lovin'ly lift up the name of our Dino and help others grow in knowin' 'n lovin' our most most beloved Dino! To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-report.
Until the age of five, biographers researched, he did not speak a word of English. Only Italian - or rather, this Abruzzo dialect of the area from which his father Gaetano had immigrated to the USA and had gained a foothold in the "rusty belt" Ohio as a barber in Steubenville on the second educational path of the American Dream .
Dino Crocetti tumbled as the second son of a first generation of migrants to the New World , whose old order he wanted to throw from an early age on the pile. When you're at the bottom, there's only one direction: all the way up. There, at the top, it was written on the shelf of " Papa Guy's Little Barber Shop": "Auerbach's Million Dollar Hair Tonic". "It cheaply revived the scalp and gave the wannabe Valentinos of the neighborhood the sensual, iridescent sheen of elegant elegance," said Nick Tosches , a former editor of Rolling Stone , in his standard work "Dino: Rat Pack, the Mafia and the Big Dream of Glück "( Heyne , 2006) sniffed retrospectively.
Spindly door and pointed nosed
And further: "If you dangle another cigarette with studied nonchalance in the corner of your mouth and raised an eyebrow as if by chance, the effect was perfect." If there was a concept that the spindly, pointed-nosed spaghetti internalized very early on, without even being able to spell it, it was Menefreghista. An as untranslatable as unsurpassable synonym for that state of mind, which subsumes about the Viennese under "Nixscheißerei" - in short: It was all he cares.
At 16, he left the school of learning behind for those of life: "I found myself a lot smarter than the teachers!" He smuggled alcohol, earned a mediocre maturity in card tricks and self-defense, making him a prize-boxer as a "kid crochet" for a few bucks. "Of my twelve fights," he coquetted later, "I've won all but eleven." In fact, he holds a respectable record of 24 wins in 30 fights. The long nose was broken (at least) three times and (aesthetically insignificant) in width.
The right nose had others, because: The flattering voice, which he soon raised as a Bing-Crosby fan under "Dino Martini" went indefinable in the ear, who kept an eye on him. Like the celebrated comedian Lou Costello , who spontaneously financed a "nose job" for him as a stage partner, ie a cosmetic correction of the tormented face-core. Martin gratefully accepted it and ... left Costello rushing for the unknown joker Jerry Lewis (today 91). But that began a decade of entertainment industry that became the century event. The Itaker from Ohio and the Jew from New Jersey , less charming ( original sound Lewis) "the beautiful and the monkey", millions made crazy and crazy many millions - after today's purchasing power in each case approximately 80 million dollar.
Irrational debt collection icons
In 16 joint films that went through the roof and around the world, and in countless shows, from Las Vegas down on stage or nationwide on air, Martin & Lewis became international and irrational debt collection icons. Why the duo detonated on " D-Day " exactly one decade later (on July 24, 1956, three o'clock in the night in " Copacabana ", East 16th Street, Manhattan), the doctors of psychoanalysis are still undecided. Martin saw himself degraded as a mere stooges for the joker, Lewis located toxic tactics of whisperers and wives. However, for 20 years there was a clashing ice age. MartinOccasionally, when performing, she kicked out cigarettes on stage and said, "Sorry, Jerry ."
It was not until Frank Sinatra (1998) succeeded in forcing the two together again in 1976, without their knowledge. Delighted that Lewis asked live on TV Martin , "You workin '?" ("Are you still in business?"). With these words he had once addressed him in New York on the street - from the first glance incurably in love with the flamboyant women's hero, no one, man or woman, whether show partner or actor colleague, ever - even approximate - fathomed.
He drank to cover up
He did not drink to forget, he drank to cover up. He claims to have only had apple juice in the glass on stage - the art form "Drunk Act" he developed, ie the staggering performance in which the audience thought he had "one sitting", was merely supposed to and distract language insecurity. For glittering "Rat Pack" times, the big three of the Sixties were like this: " Frank Sinatra , coming directly from New York , Sammy Davis Jr., coming directly from Las Vegas , Dean Martin , coming directly from the bar."
But: how could the man, who counted 40 years to the first set of the dream factory, a good 80 films and almost 200 songs eject and master bravourös, he would actually have been the "Little Ole Winedrinker me", as he liked himself so much ?
His first hit on the charts, "That's Amore" (1953), seemed to him deeply embarrassing in Italian bones. The line "When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie" he brought always only tormented on the lips. A soulmate parallel to Frank Sinatra , whose "Strangers in the Night" as a "date of two gay people on a train station" ran counter to the heart.
1000 bottles of scotch annual requirement
Well: Even (or just) sober friends and companions Martins appreciate his annual requirement of Scotch (favorite brand: J & B) to 1000 bottles. Insiders have also calculated 1500 sexual partners. "The women," he is said to have stated, "love me because I stroke everyone as if she were my last."
The explicit expertise of the uncrowned gossip queen of the Hollywood days, Elsa Maxwell, is : " Dean Martin is a disgusted disgust, I think he loves his 18 old-timer cars in the garage more than any of his wives Curves this bottle is more fond of two legs. "
It is certain that he rarely got up before 12 o'clock in the afternoon,Havanna's favorite to drink vodka from brimming (water) glasses. "Once," he said, "I shook hands with Pat Boone (an equally great entertainer as his teetotaler in his and our days, for he's now 82 and best things, note) - my whole right side went sober."
The "Rat Pack" (a drastic phrase by Humphrey Bogart's widow Lauren Bacall ) starring Sinatra , Davis Jr., Kennedy clan actor Peter Lawford and comedy star Joey Bishop was so mystified and diabolized that, without exception, all members were explicitly unwanted as about Marilyn Monroe(1962) was buried. The aura surrounding the "Rat Pack" stands for the male longing for the supposedly much more male, if hopelessly obsolete, ideal of being cool and untouchable, namely having to endure drinking all night long, considering women as prey as they are available, or as decorative adornment at best and to turn a blindfold to the whole world - true to the motto: we are rich, successful, talented, popular, famous and invulnerable, we can afford all this easily and you have to humbly freeze in awe and at the most adequately devoted be amazed and applaud.
Beloved son
Dean Martin's withdrawal from the world began in 1987, when he had to bury his beloved son Dino, who died in a plane crash. The loss triggered a persistent depression, which expressed itself in an increased indifference to himself and the environment.
His friend Sinatra wanted to bring him back to life, planning a comforting tour with him and Sammy Davis Jr. "We can rent a train that takes us across the US , with its own food and barwaggon," Sinatra tried to motivate his friend, who fell into agony.
The thing about the train was called off, but the tour through the USA took place. But Dean Martin was only at the beginning, lost in thought, with it, he soon had by the not less alcohol endangered, but at least still portable and presentable Liza Minnellibe replaced. The many gin that Martin had switched to - and which he poured even more consistently than any whiskey before - took his toll.
The body failed
The monument of "Menefreghista" began to waver. The nonchalant Nixscheißerei became of the million-dollar trademark purely mathematical risk factor. Already in 1991 he had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, in September 1993 also with lung cancer. His body lasted that amazingly long, but the last pictures that were taken in various bars before his death and that went around the world, showed an emaciated man who had little in common with that beaming courting "Crooner" than the it was since the 1940s - apparently for all time - had in mind. Despite his questionable lifestyle Dean Martin was 78 years old.
Most recently, he fled the Los Angeles hospital to die dignified at home.
Only invited guests - such as Jerry Lewis or Shirley MacLaine - had access when he was buried at Westwood Village Memorial Park. The "King of Cool" was miserably stifled on his first Christmas holiday in 1995 at his mansion in Beverly Hills .
"When the time comes," Dino said for many years before the last glass, "then bury me next to my counter."
Dean Martin - his best films
Ocean's Eleven (1960)
Just the remake with Clooney, Pitt, Julia Roberts and Damon (2001) made one thing clear: the original with Martin , Sinatra , Davis & Lawford is simply beyond comparison.
Kiss Me, Fool (1964)
Billy Wilder's perfect perfidious mix of slapstick and star cult parody should have been played by Jack Lemmon alongside sex siren Kim Novak (now 84).
Seven against Chicago (1964)
The "Rat Pack" plus Bing Crosby and Peter Falk in the Mafia milieu of Chicago in the early 1930s. Martin convinces as - not even singing - funny gangster.
The Four Sons of Katie Elder (1964)
Deans second film (after " Rio Bravo", 1959) next to the cancerous John Wayne suffered under the climatic conditions in Mexico . A pain for all involved.
Mortal enemies (1968)
Poker duel at the highest level with Robert Mitchum , the Martin asks as diabolical priest. The late deceased western blonde Inger Stevens is indeed present, but hardly bothers.
Airport (1970)
An old-age work in the catastrophe genre, in smooth Hollywood clothing to the routine frozen. Next to Burt Lancaster & Jacqueline Bisset (right), Martin flugs is the haven of peace on the verge of retirement.
Geraucht, gesoffen und gelumpt wurde ja zu allen Zeiten im Showbiz, aber kein Weltstar spielte damit so grandios und gnadenlos wie Dean Martin (1917–1995). Der "King of Cool" wäre am 7. Juni 100 geworden.
Bis zu seinem fünften Lebensjahr, so erforschten Biografen, beherrschte er kein Wort Englisch. Nur Italienisch – oder besser gesagt: diesen Abruzzen-Dialekt jener Gegend, aus der sein Vater Gaetano in die USA eingewandert war und auf dem zweiten Bildungsweg des "American Dream" als Friseur in Steubenville im „rostigen Gürtel“ Ohios Fuß gefasst hatte.
Dino Crocetti purzelte als zweiter Sohn einer ersten Generation an Migranten in die Neue Welt, deren alte Ordnung er von klein auf über den Haufen werfen wollte. Wenn man ganz unten ist, gibt es nur eine Richtung: Ganz nach oben. Dort, ganz oben, dort prangte es – im Regal von "Papa Guys Little Barber Shop": "Auerbach’s Million Dollar Hair Tonic". "Es belebte wohlfeil die Kopfhaut und verlieh den Möchtegern-Valentinos der Nachbarschaft den sinnlichen, irisierenden Schimmer vornehmer Eleganz", wie Nick Tosches, ein ehemaliger Redakteur des Rolling Stone, in seinem Standardwerk „Dino: Rat Pack, die Mafia und der große Traum vom Glück“ (Heyne, 2006) retrospektiv erschnupperte.
Spindeldürr und spitznasig
Und weiter: "Wenn man noch eine Zigarette mit einstudierter Lässigkeit im Mundwinkel baumeln ließ und eine Augenbraue wie zufällig anhob, war der Effekt vollkommen." Wenn es einen Begriff gab, den der spindeldürre, spitznasige "Spaghetti" ganz früh verinnerlichte, wohl ohne ihn auch nur buchstabieren zu können, dann war es Menefreghista. Ein so unübersetzbares wie unübertreffliches Synonym für jene Befindlichkeit, die etwa der Wiener unter "Nixscheißerei" subsumiert – kurzum: Es war ihm alles wurscht.
Mit 16 ließ er die Schule des Lernens für die des Lebens hinter sich: "Ich fand mich viel klüger als die Lehrer!" Er schmuggelte Alkohol, erwarb eine mittlere Reife in Kartentricks und in Selbstverteidigung, was ihn als "Kid Crochet" für ein paar Dollars zum Preisboxer machte. "Von meinen zwölf Kämpfen", kokettierte er später, "habe ich alle gewonnen, bis auf elf." Tatsächlich hält er einen respektablen Rekord von 24 Siegen in 30 Fights. Die lange Nase ging dabei (mindestens) dreimal zu Bruch und (ästhetisch unerheblich) in die Breite.
Den richtigen Riecher hatten andere, denn: Die schmeichelweiche Stimme, die er bald als Bing-Crosby-Fan unter "Dino Martini" erhob, ging Auskennern, die ein Auge auf ihn warfen, unauslöschlich ins Ohr. So wie dem gefeierten Comedian Lou Costello, der ihm als Bühnenpartner spontan einen "Nosejob" finanzierte, also eine kosmetische Korrektur des gepeinigten Gesichtserkers. Martin nahm es dankend an und ... ließ Costello postwendend für den unbekannten Spaßmacher Jerry Lewis (heute 91) sausen. Aber damit begann ein Jahrzehnt der Unterhaltungsindustrie, das zum Jahrhundertereignis wurde. Der Itaker aus Ohio und der Jude aus New Jersey, weniger charmant (O-Ton Lewis) "der Schönling und der Affe", machten Millionen verrückt und verrückt viele Millionen – nach heutiger Kaufkraft jeweils rund 80 Millionen Dollar.
Irrationale Inkasso-Ikonen
In 16 gemeinsamen Filmen, die durch die Decke und rund um die Welt gingen, und in ungezählten Shows, von Las Vegas abwärts on stage oder landesweit on air, wurden Martin & Lewis zu internationalen und irrationalen Inkasso-Ikonen. Warum das Duo auf den "D-Day" genau eine Dekade danach (am 24. Juli 1956, drei Uhr Nacht im "Copacabana", East 16. Straße, Manhattan) detonierte, das deuten Doktoren der Psychoanalyse noch heute unschlüssig. Martin sah sich als bloßen Stichwortgeber für den Spaßvogel degradiert, Lewis ortete toxische Taktik von Einflüsterern und Ehefrauen. Wie auch immer: 20 Jahre lang herrschte klirrende Eiszeit. Martin trat bei Auftritten gelegentlich Zigaretten auf der Bühne aus und sagte: „Sorry, Jerry.“
Erst Frank Sinatra ( 1998) gelang es, die beiden 1976 wieder, ohne ihr Wissen, zueinander zu zwingen. Köstlich, dass Lewis dabei live im TV Martin fragte: "You workin’?" ("Bist du noch im Geschäft?"). Mit genau diesen Worten hatte er ihn dereinst in New York auf offener Straße angesprochen – vom ersten Blick an unheilbar verliebt in den flamboyanten Frauenhelden, den niemand, ob Mann oder Frau, ob Showpartner oder Schauspielkollege, jemals – auch nur annähernd – ergründete.
Er trank, um zu vertuschen
Er trank nicht, um zu vergessen, er trank, um zu vertuschen. Nach eigenen Angaben hatte er auf der Bühne stets nur Apfelsaft im Glas – die Kunstform „Drunk Act“, die er entwickelte, also jene schwankende Performance, bei der das Publikum davon ausging, er hätte "einen sitzen", sollte bloß von seiner Text- und Sprachunsicherheit ablenken. Zu glanzvollen "Rat Pack"-Zeiten wurden die großen drei der Sixties gern so eingegeigt: "Frank Sinatra, coming directly from New York, Sammy Davis jun., coming directly from Las Vegas, Dean Martin, coming directly from the Bar."
Aber: Wie hätte der Mann, der 40 Jahre zur ersten Garnitur der Traumfabrik zählte, gut 80 Filme und knapp 200 Songs auswerfen und bravourös bewältigen können, wäre er tatsächlich der "Little Ole Winedrinker me" gewesen, als der er sich selbst so gern darstellte?
Sein erster Volltreffer in den Charts, „That’s Amore“ (1953), war ihm offenbar in den italienischen Knochen zutiefst peinlich. Die Zeile "When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie" brachte er stets nur gequält über die Lippen. Eine seelenverwandte Parallele zu Frank Sinatra, dem sein "Strangers in the Night" als "Date zweier Schwuler auf einem Bahnhof" vom Herzen zuwiderlief.
1000 Flaschen Scotch Jahresbedarf
Nun: Selbst (oder gerade) nüchterne Freunde und Weggefährten Martins schätzen seinen Jahresbedarf an Scotch (Lieblingsmarke: J&B) auf 1000 Flaschen. Insider haben zudem 1500 Sexualpartnerinnen errechnet. "Die Frauen", soll er konstatiert haben, "lieben mich, weil ich jede streichle, als ob sie meine letzte wäre."
Dagegen steht die explizite Expertise der ungekrönten Klatschkönigin der seinerzeitigen Hollywood-Tage, Elsa Maxwell: "Dean Martin ist ein ausgemachtes Ekel. Ich glaube, seine 18 Oldtimer-Autos in der Garage liebt er mehr als jede seiner Frauen. Ich frage mich, in welche Kurven diese Flasche auf zwei Beinen mehr vernarrt ist."
Gesichert ist, dass er selten vor 12 Uhr mittags aufstand, stets nur feinste Seide trug und seine Havannas am liebsten zu Wodka aus randvollen (Wasser-)Gläsern trank. "Einmal", sagte er, "habe ich Pat Boone (ein ebenso großer Entertainer wie Antialkoholiker seiner und unserer Tage, denn er ist mittlerweile 82 und bester Dinge, Anm.) die Hand gegeben – meine ganze rechte Seite wurde schlagartig nüchtern."
Frauen als beliebig verfügbare Beute: Pier Angeli betrog Dean Martin mit James Dean
Das "Rat Pack" (eine drastische Wortschöpfung von Humphrey Bogarts Witwe Lauren Bacall) mit Sinatra, Davis jun., Kennedy-Clan-Schauspieler Peter Lawford und Comedy-Star Joey Bishop war dermaßen mystifiziert und diabolisiert, dass ausnahmslos alle Mitglieder ausdrücklich unerwünscht waren, als etwa Marilyn Monroe (1962) zu Grabe getragen wurde. Die Aura, die das "Rat Pack" umwehte, steht für die männliche Sehnsucht nach der vermeintlich noch viel männlicheren, wenn auch hoffnungslos überkommenen Idealvorstellung von cool und unantastbar, nämlich nächtelang trinkfest durchzumachen, Frauen als beliebig verfügbare Beute, allenfalls als schmückendes Beiwerk zu betrachten und der ganzen Welt eine lange Nase zu drehen – frei nach dem Motto: Wir sind reich, erfolgreich, begabt, beliebt, berühmt und unverwundbar, wir können uns das alles locker leisten und ihr habt gefälligst demütig in Ehrfurcht zu erstarren und höchstens angemessen hingebungsvoll zu staunen und zu applaudieren.
Geliebter Sohn
Dean Martins Rückzug von dieser Welt begann 1987, als er seinen geliebten Sohn Dino, der bei einem Flugzeugunglück ums Leben gekommen war, beerdigen musste. Der Verlust löste eine anhaltende Depression aus, die sich in einer verstärkten Gleichgültigkeit sich und der Umwelt gegenüber ausdrückte.
Sein Freund Sinatra wollte ihn ins Leben zurückholen, plante eine tröstliche Tournee zusammen mit ihm und Sammy Davis jr. "Wir können uns einen Zug mieten, der uns quer durch die USA bringt, mit einem eigenen Speise- und einem eigenen Barwaggon", versuchte Sinatra seinen Freund, der in Agonie verfiel, zu motivieren.
Die Sache mit dem Zug wurde abgeblasen, die Tournee durch die USA fand aber statt. Doch Dean Martin war nur am Anfang, gedankenverloren, mit dabei, bald musste er durch die nicht minder alkoholgefährdete, aber immerhin noch transportable und herzeigbare Liza Minnelli ersetzt werden. Der viele Gin, auf den Martin umgestiegen war – und den er noch konsequenter als jeden Whiskey zuvor – in sich hineingoss, forderte seinen Tribut.
Der Körper versagte
Das Denkmal des "Menefreghista" begann zu wanken. Die nonchalante Nixscheißerei wurde vom millionenschweren Markenzeichen zum rein rechnerischen Risikofaktor. Schon 1991 war er mitAlzheimer diagnostiziert worden, im September 1993 zudem mit Lungenkrebs. Sein Körper hielt das erstaunlich lange aus, doch die letzten Bilder, die vor seinem Tod in diversen Bars aufgenommen wurden und die um die Welt gingen, zeigten einen ausgemergelten Mann, der nur noch wenig Ähnlichkeiten mit jenem strahlenden balzenden "Crooner" hatte, als den man ihn seit den 1940er-Jahren – scheinbar für alle Zeiten – vor Augen hatte. Trotz seines fragwürdigen Lebenswandels wurde Dean Martin 78 Jahre alt.
Zuletzt entfloh er dem Krankenhaus in Los Angeles, um daheim in Würde zu sterben.
Nur geladene Gäste – wie Jerry Lewis oder Shirley MacLaine – hatten Zutritt, als er auf dem "Westwood Village Memorial Park" beerdigt wurde. Der "King of Cool" war am ersten Weihnachtsfeiertag 1995 in seiner Villa in Beverly Hills erbärmlich erstickt.
"Wenn es soweit ist", sagte Dino lange Jahre vor dem letzten Glas, "dann begrabt mich neben meiner Theke."
Dean Martin - seine besten Filme
Ocean’s Eleven (1960)
Just das Remake mit Clooney, Pitt, Julia Roberts und Damon (2001) verdeutlichte eines: Das Original mit Martin, Sinatra, Davis & Lawford bleibt schlicht und einfach unübertrefflich.
Küss mich, Dummkopf (1964)
Billy Wilders perfekt-perfide Mischung aus Slapstick und Starkult-Parodie hätte an sich Jack Lemmon an der Seite von Sex-Sirene Kim Novak (heute 84) spielen sollen.
Sieben gegen Chicago (1964)
Das „Rat Pack“ plus Bing Crosby und Peter Falk im Mafia-Milieu von Chicago zu Beginn der 1930er. Martin überzeugt als – nicht einmal singender – witziger Gangster.
Die vier Söhne der Katie Elder (1964)
Deans zweiter Film (nach „Rio Bravo“, 1959) neben dem krebskranken John Wayne litt unter den klimatischen Bedingungen in Mexiko. Eine Qual für alle Beteiligten.
Todfeinde (1968)
Poker-Duell auf höchster Ebene mit Robert Mitchum, der Martin als diabolischer Priester fordert. Die früh verstorbene Western-Blondine Inger Stevens ist zwar mit dabei, stört aber kaum.
Well, hey there...my Dino-diggin' Spring chickens!
Glad youse could stop by!
Always a pleasure to visit with my pals.
So...my friends...Is youse enjoyin' Spring yet?!
I know...hasn't been very "Springy" so far.
Mostly cloudy...at least 'round these parts.
It's gettin' there, though, mi amici! Every mornin'...the sun seems to rise a little bit sooner & every dusk is seemin' to come a wee bit later. Hang in there, ol' pals o' mine...warm days is comin'!
Hey, pallies...after all...Spring is a tricky season...no matter WHERE youse live!
Youse gots to 'member...we just climbin' out of a LONG...COLD...Winter! Takes a little weenin' to gets back into the Springtime swing!
I thinks I know what might help!
For today's Serenade...Dino is gonna take us on a little trip.
We're jumpin' on a big ol' bird...& flyin' over to a city that is also known for it's rainy seasons.
PARIS!
Ahhhhh...what a romantico place it must be, huh pals?
Forget the rain! Time for passion! Haha!!
Well, if anyone would know romance...it's our man of the world...Dino!
Dean was DEF I NATE LY a world traveler & DEF I NATE LY a master of L.O.V.E.!
I found "April In Paris" on his 1962 Reprise al b um..."French Style". What a perfecto tune for this wonderful time of year! GREAT GREAT collection of some of Dean's MOST BEA U TI FUL songs! I'm diggin' each & every one of these jams, with Dino's accentin' on the language of love! Haha!!
Hey let's face it, pallies...Dino can spread the message of "amore" no matter WHAT language he's croonin' & WHAT culture he's swoonin'!
OK pals o' mine...'nough Danny G-talkin'...let's get to some Dino-Springtime rockin'!
Hey pallies, likes through the energetic efforts of our pallie Mr. Bob Dearborn at his all thin's historical musical blog, "The Olde Disc Jockey's Almanac - Celebrity Birthdays, This Day In History, Number One songs on this day, little known facts, and more, for the media professional and anyone else who finds these things useful, entertaining and interesting," comes the noteworty news that it was on this very day, April 13 in the year of our Dino 1965 our most beloved Dino recorded his delightful Dino-croon "(Remember Me) I'm The One Who Loves You.
And, likes it's a awesomely appro tagged Dino-tune 'cause it's tag is truly truly is swank sharin' of our mission here at ilovedinomartin. Indeed, our deepest of deep desire is to remember our most beloved Dino 'cause we loves him more then mere words or lyrics could ever explain. And, likes our amazin' adoration of our Dino continues to grow and glow higher, deeper, and wider Dino-day by Dino-day!
Likes we thanks our pallie Mr. Bob Dearborn for sharin' this special date in the life, times, and teachin's of our Dino at his beautiful blog, so that we can pass it on to Dino-holics everwhere.
To checks this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram. And, of course, we simply have to post a youtube vid of this coolest of croon as well!
We remain,
Yours in Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
April 13, 1965…At United Recording Studios in Hollywood, Dean Martin recorded "(Remember Me) I'm The One Who Loves You."
Hey pallies, likes we gotta 'fess up that we are powerfully pumped by the mighty marvelous multiplicity of wonderful ways that the name of our most most beloved Dino continues to be lifted up in daily news a la the ol' world wide web. Today, bein' once 'gain lovin'ly led by our pallies at google Dino-'lerts, we are proudly pleased to take youse to the "GOODWOOD ROAD AND RACING" site where noteworthy news of the stunnin' sale of a Dino-ride has been awesomely accented in the feature, "11 Stars from the Bonhams 77th Members’ Meeting sale" scribed by Mr. Bob Murray.
As youse will read below, the pallies at Goodwood held "Bonhams 77th Members Meeting" auction this past weekend and that amazin' automobile sale included one of our Dino's primo prized rides....a 1973 Excalibur. Likes a photo of this rare ride is featured at the top of this Dino-gram 'long with a standup cutout of our one and only Dino. This delightful Dino-treasure went for £75,900, which, if we did our math correctly translates into $99.292.38!
Likes how lucky can some pallie be as to now claim ownership of this elegently exquisite set of wheels once driven by none other then our great great man. And, yet 'nother excellent opportunity to drop the name of our Dino and draws who knows who into bein' welcomed into our Dino's world!
To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-message. And, we says our thank you very much to Mr. Bob Murray and the pallies at "GOODWOOD ROAD AND RACING" for puttin' this abidin' accent on our King of Cool.
We Remain,
Yours In Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
Bob Murray
11 Stars from the Bonhams 77th Members’ Meeting sale
Rocketman’s Ferrari Boxer and the King of Cool’s Excalibur – plus a huge variety of other collectors’ cars in every shape and form – were among the sale highlights of the Bonhams 77th Members’ Meeting auction at Goodwood this weekend.
Meanwhile the car that took the fancy of the King of Cool – Dean Martin – is rarer still, with only 22 of the V8-powered Mercedes SSK-style cars built in 1973. Restored, with 21,000 miles and that famous name in the logbook as the first owner, the Excalibur went to a new home for £75,900.
Hey pallies, likes it is always always absolutely awesome to make note of 'nother deeply devoted Dino-phile's droppin' of the most beloved name of our one and only Dino. Today we make a second visit to the great gamin' blog "GT - GAMING TODAY" to wonderfully wonder in the lovin'ly liftin' of the name of our Dino by Mr. Richard Saber(pictured on the right). We first encountered Saber
at this blog, that we beautifully believe woulda be near and dear to our Dino's heart, last November
and you can read that post HERE.
Likes as we shared in the previous post, Richard hails from Stu-ville and it sounds likes he had at least made the acquaintance of our King of Cool. In today's Dino-gram in the prose, "GT staff picks for NCAA national championship game," Saber quotes some of our Dino's wise words, “How lucky can one man get?” in pickin' Texas Tech over Virginia in the 2019 NCAA national championship game.
Well pallies we know that Saber was incorrect in his prediction as Virginia prevailed over Texas Tech
85-77 in overtime, but Saber is always always on the Dino-mark when he lifted up the name of our King of Cool helpin' others into keener knowledge and deeper devotion to our Dino. Once 'gain we sez our thank youse very much to Mr. Richard Saber for proudly proclaimin' his "old friend Dean Martin." To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-message.
We Remain,
Yours In Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
GT staff picks for NCAA national championship game
April 08, 2019
by GT Staff
Select members of the Gaming Today staff offer their selections for Monday’s NCAA basketball tournament championship game between Virginia and Texas Tech. Lines are from the Westgate SuperBook:
Virginia -1 vs. Texas Tech; Total 120
Richard Saber: My old friend Dean Martin once sang “How lucky can one man get?” Well, in this case, Virginia’s luck will run out. TEXAS TECH
Hey pallies, likes we're back with a second day of deeply delightful Dino-devotion reverently radiatin' from the third largest populated American city.... Chicago! Likes today we takes youse to the online hangout of windy city's premier radio station WGN, where our perfect pallies at google Dino-'lerts have sent us for 'nother edition of "WGN Radio Theatre." This edition, precisely #376 features the double header of "Gunsmoke" and "The Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis Show."
This premier programme is hosted by Mr. Carl Amari and Miss Lisa Wolf (pictured above on left). The Dino & Jerry show begins at 'bout 45:30 and features the November 9, 1951 episode featurin' Mr. Danny Thomas. More info on this edition can be accessed HERE at the "Old Time Radio Downloads pad.
Likes we are totally totally thrilled that the likes of Chicago's WGN are continuin' to share the Dino-legacy with their lively listenin' audience and thus helpin' mucho to bring more and more pallies into the Dino-fold. We sez our thank you very much to the folks at WGN and to the hostin' team of Carl and Lisa. If for some reason you can't listen to the Dino & Jerry show here at ilovedinomartin, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-report to listen at it's original source at WGN Radio.
Pallies, likes at the end of this Dino-gram we share a beautifully blessed bonus with all youse Dino-philes.....a quintet of youtube vids shared by a pallie tagged "Donazify" that features "Outtakes" from the November 9, 1951 Martin and Lewis extravaganza!
We Remain,
Yours In Dino,
Dino Martin Peters
WGN Radio Theatre #376: Gunsmoke & The Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis Show
POSTED 1:05 AM, APRIL 8, 2019, BY SHAUNTAGARTH, UPDATED AT 01:06AM, APRIL 8, 2019
Carl Amari and Lisa Wolf bring you the best from the Golden Age of Radio on the WGN Radio Theatre on April 7, 2019. First episode of the night is: “Gunsmoke: The Cast.” Starring: William Conrad; (12-12-53). For our final episode of the night we have: “The Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis Show” Starring: Danny Thomas; (11-09-51).
