Hey pallies, likes today is a very very important day in Dino-history 'cause likes it was 37 years ago on this day that the last episode of the Dean Martin Variety Show aired in prime time on NBC. The show had a stellar run of 9-count'em-9 years on the peacock channel.
And, now 37 years to the day, the pallies at Time-Life are beginnin' to release classic moments from the Dino-show to all Dino-holics total Dino-delight! The word from the street is that today the one and two-disc versions of the Dino-show willin' be waitin' for us on the shelves of our DVD outlets. Those of us waitin' for the complete 6 DVDs set will have to wait for June 14 to roll 'round. Have no idear pallies why the difference in release dates 'cept perhaps those of us Dino-addicts that can't wait will be at least buyin' the one or two disc sets to tide us over for the real deal.
Likes I am truly truly hopin' that today's releases will just be the start of more and more Dino-sets bein' released by the folks at Time-Life...'cause all us Dino-philes just simply and purely can never ever gets 'nough of our beloved Dino!
Below is the Dino-teaser first released on youtube when the news broke of the Time-Life releases....just a wee bit of our amazin' Dino to whet all our Dino-appetites! Ain't it the coolest that the Time-Life folks chose the anniverary of the endin' date of our Dino's awesome show on NBC to mark the return of the Dino-show to the waitin' Dino-masses! Dino-loved, DMP
Hey pallies, likes here is so cool cool Dino-patter written in the wake of the supposed-to-be-released-tommorrow Time-Life Dino-discs from the Dino-show. Likes I sez 'supposed-to-be-released-tommorow' 'cause the pallies at Amazon a couple of weeks ago changed the release date to June 14th...makin' all of us Dino-holics goin' crazier and crazier as we hunger and thirst for these Dino-treasures.
Any who, in preparation for said releases, Miss Susan King, correspondent for the Los Angeles Times has written some outstandin' Dino-patter retellin' the often told Dino-tale of how our great man made such totally totally amazin'ly great demands of the peacock pallies at NBC and how the netwark bosses subcomed to each and every Dino-demand...and thus the Dino-show was birthed.
These Dino-reflections are pretty much standard Dino-fare for those of us who are totally sold our to our beloved Dino, but cool to see the life, times,and teachin' of our Dino again appear on the pages of the Los Angeles Times. This one Dino-thought did grab my attention and resonate with my Dino-perspective....
"'It was a cocktail party,' said Ron Simon, curator at the Paley Center for Media Study in New York." Truly, truly Mr. Ron Simon is right on the Dino-money with this thought.
Thanks to Miss Susan King, and the Los Angeles Times for helpin' others grow in their Dino-devotion. To read this in it's original format, likes just clicks on the tagg of this here Dino-gram. Dino-loved, DMP
Classic Hollywood: Dean Martin does TV his way
The singer ended up hosting his musical-variety series only after trying to discourage NBC's overtures with a list of seemingly deal-killing demands. The ploy didn't work, but the long-running show did.
Dean Martin and Rosemary Clooney on "The Dean Martin Show" in May 1968. (Los Angeles Times, Los Angeles Times / May 23, 2011)
By Susan King, Los Angeles Times
May 23, 2011 Dean Martin didn't have any interest in doing a weekly musical-variety series when NBC approached him in 1965.
"In those days you were either a movie star or a TV star," said his daughter Deana Martin, who is also a singer. "He came home one night and said, 'They are going to offer me a TV show. I don't want to go in every day and do a TV show.'"
Martin was a huge star at the time. Despite the "British Invasion" of such musical groups as the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, Martin's albums continued to land at the top of the charts. In fact, his 1964 recording of "Everybody Loves Somebody" knocked the Beatles' "A Hard Day's Night" out of the No. 1 spot. His engagements in Las Vegas were sellouts. Plus there was his flourishing movie career — Martin made several films with Rat Pack buddies Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr., Joey Bishop and Peter Lawford, such as 1960's "Ocean's 11" as well as such highly regarded movies as 1958's "The Young Lions" and 1960's "Bells Are Ringing."
But NBC didn't take no for an answer. "They called him again," his daughter recalled. "He said, 'They want to have a meeting with me.' He told all [of the family], 'When I go in tomorrow, I am going to ask them for a ridiculous amount of money so they will turn me down. I am going to tell them I don't want to rehearse, so I'm sure they will turn me down. And then I am going to tell them I only want to tape it on Sunday afternoons after 1. So for sure they won't go for it.'
"He came home that night and said, 'They went for it. So now I have to do it."'
So for nine seasons, he headlined "The Dean Martin Show" at 10 Thursday nights on the Peacock network (it was moved to Friday evenings its last season). An enjoyable, loosey-goosey romp — Martin, true to his word, didn't rehearse before the taping — the show featured Martin playing his drunken playboy persona to the hilt, singing tunes, performing in sketches and welcoming guests such as Sinatra, Jimmy Stewart, Orson Welles, John Wayne and Peggy Lee.
"It was a cocktail party," said Ron Simon, curator at the Paley Center for Media Study in New York.
On Tuesday, three DVD sets of "The Best of the Dean Martin Variety Show" are being released. On June 7, a new Martin picture-book music collection, "Cool Then, Cool Now" will hit stores.
Though Sinatra and Davis tried their hands at weekly series, Martin was the only Rat Pack member to succeed. "Frank, I think, was too intense and passionate to do a weekly series," Simon said. "Sammy, I think, was so multifaceted and talented, you were never sure what talent you should focus on. They never came up with a persona for Sammy that would work week in and week out. Dean Martin was very comfortable with the persona."
The "Dino" character developed after he broke up with Jerry Lewis in 1956 following a 10-year partnership as the enormously popular music-comedy team of Martin and Lewis.
"Everybody needs a gimmick," said Deana Martin, who performed on her dad's series numerous times.
"When he started to redo his nightclub act, he started at the Sands Hotel, he had some writers helping him," Martin explained. "It was like Jack Benny who had the violin thing and made fun about being cheap. It was something identifiable with him. Dad was so handsome, very cool and debonair. They just thought, 'We will put a drink in his hand and a cigarette.' Every man wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to be with him."
But Martin, who died in 1995 at age 78, maybe played the role too well. His daughter is still shocked to this day that after her concerts, "I go out and talk to people and they come up and say, 'I adored your dad. I never missed a show. I can't believe he could do all of that and drink that much.' I said, 'What are you talking about?'"
The truth be told, Martin was swigging apple juice and not hard liquor in his glass when he performed. "He would be home for dinner every night," recalled his daughter. "He would come home and he and mom would have their one cocktail at the bar. They had their half-hour alone time. He was kind. He would get up early in the morning and play golf. He was so different from what everybody thought he was. There was no one who could do Dean Martin better than Dean Martin."
Hello pals o' mine! Welcome to this week's Sunday Serenade! This time pals, I'm gonna play an old favorite of my Grandmother's, my Nana, the original Mrs. Stella G.
She was a very special lady to me. I remember her singin' this little number to me when I was just a wee one myself! Before I ever even heard the name, Dean Martin. This may very well have been my TRUE first introduction to our GREAT GREAT man!
It's been sung by many artists. A timeless classic. It 's definitely a tune that probably everyone on the planet has heard at one point in their life or nother'. One thin' is for SURE...NO one did it like our Dino! Love when he throws us the "wink".
I believe this was from a Judy Garland special with guest stars, Dean & the Frankie. The vid's sound quality may not be the best pals, so turn your puter' up ALL the way and enjoy Nana G's little serenade to each and everyone of us pallies!
With out further a due...I'm glad to present "You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby!"
Danny G.
You must have been a beautiful baby You must have been a wonderful child When you were only starting to go to kindergarten I bet you drove the other boys wild. And when it came to winning blue ribboms I bet you showed the other kids how. I can see the judges' eyes as they handed you the prize I bet you made the cutest bow. Oh, you must've been a beautiful baby 'Cause baby look at you now.
Ah, you must have been a beautiful baby You must have been a wonderful child. When you were only starting to go to kindergarten I bet you drove the little boys wild. And when it came to winning blue ribboms I bet you showed the other kids how. I can see the judges' eyes as they slapped you with the prize I bet you made the cutest bow. Oh, you must've been an adoreable baby 'Cause baby look at you now.
Hey pallies, likes from the web sale site "Etsy" comes a really cool Dino-find that I woulda loves to own myself. It's a copy of a mag tagged "1,000 Jokes" from Winter 1954 that features our beloved Dino and the Kid. As you will note below.... "This particular issue features a collection of comical pictures of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis!"
Certainly does loves the really cool cover of Dino-art....and woulda loves to see all the pixs of Martin and Lewis inside! At $10 plus $5 shippin' in the USA the total cost is likes 7,500% of the original cover price of 20 cents back in '54! But, certainly our Dino is worthy of that and more!
Woulda be likes so interested to know if any of you pallies goes for this Dino-mag! To view this in it's original format, as usual, just click on the tagg of this Dino-message. Dino-sharin', DMP
1,000 Jokes Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis Winter 1954 Issue
The 1000 Jokes Magazines are a classic staple of American Pop Culture, featuring may different mediums of humor. Comics, pranks, etc.
This particular issue features a collection of comical pictures of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis!
This magazine is in great condition and all of the pages are still intact!
$10.00 USD
Ships from United States
United States $5.00 USD Everywhere Else $14.00 USD
Hey pallies, likes welcome back for the last trio of Dino-teasers from the pallies at Time-Life, who are doin' their best to whet our Dino-appetite from the Best of the Dino-show Dino-discs.
We begin by watchin' our beloved Dino tryin' his best to keeps Miss Florence Henderson from leavin' his pad...man-o-man does our great man and Florence have themselves some fun with this...and be sure to check out our Dino's each and every move...and why he don't wanna let go of Henderson.
Then it's funny man Tim Conway dressed in crazy garb tryin' to keep our Dino from grabbin' the lovely medal merits...but, likes how you you keeps our lovin' Dino from lovin' on the lovlies?
And, finally it's Jonathan Winters tellin' our Dino 'bout gettin' some great pixs of some of his children bein' eaten by a bear....very strange indeed pallies, but Winters makes it funny as only Winter's dry humor can.
Sits back and enjoy the magic that only our Dino can create with his guest pallies! Dino-ever, DMP
Hey pallies, likes here are a few more delightful vid teasers with our beloved Dino and his steller ensemble of guest stars.
Up first, our Dino is a court room judge where he declares that Officer Mr. Paul Lynde is the "buster" and Defendent Miss Debbie Reynolds is the "bustee."
Next we have our Dino and Mr. Gene Kelly gettin' barbered by the likes of Mr. Dom DeLuise and Mr. Nipsey Russell. Dom is all in favor of gettin' back to nature....purple mountains majesty and fruited planes. When our Dino wonders what's a fruited plane...watch for Gene's answer.
Today's last Dino-clip has Mr. Jack Benny surrounded by his own version of the Ding-a-lings. Checks out Benny's response when our great man asks Jack why he didn't wanna use our Dino's chicks.
Certainly some more fantastic fav moments of Dino-laughter from the great Dean Martin Variety Show. Checks back tomorrow for one more installment of Dino-fun as we await that glorious day when the new Time-Life Dino-discs gets release to Dino-holics everywhere! Dino-loved, DMP
Hey pallies, likes today's Dino-teasers from the Time-Life Dino-discs from the Dino-show likes puts the accent on laughin' likes for Dino-sure!
In the first clip we see our Dino and a very youthful Michael Landon doin'a sketch that we assume is a commercial 'bout a "shock proof cromic" wrist watch" but watch as indeed Michael gets shocked by our hammered Dino usin' a hammer!
Second up finds our Dino as a travelin' sales man seekin' refuge for the night with farmer Mr. Charles Nelson Reilly and his lovely daughter Miss Elke Summer. Watch as our Dino and Mr. David Janssen argue over who gets to spend the night with who.
Lastly, the third clip, believe it or not is Dino-less...but does feature Mr. Sammy Davis Jr. as the first Black astronaut gettin' his instructions from Mr. Andy Griffith...and listens to what part of the moon that the Sam man is bein' sent.
Likes you know pallies, in this ol' world that is so so full of hard times in so so many ways....we need our Dino's humor to likes see us through more then ever! Can't wait to gets my hands on the up-comin' Time-Life releases of the Dino-show! Dino-anticipatin', DMP
Hey pallies, likes here we goes with some more Dino-magic from the soon-to-be released Dino-discs from the Dino-show via the pallies at Time-Life. Today's first Dino-teaser features our great man and that great lookin' and singin' singer, Miss Lainie Kazan. Our beloved Dino and Miss Lainie "Cuddle Up A Little Closer" musically as well as physically, and likes of course our Dino miss cues the lyrics and makes it so so much Dino-fun in the process.
Next up is our Dino doin' a sketch with Miss Florence Henderson and Mr. Tony Bennett...believe it our not pallies...likes no singin' between the three of 'em...but a fun skit of amorin' with a surprise twist at the endin'.
And, likes last but not least of this trio of Dino-delights is likes one of my all time personal fav moments from the Dino-vaults....our great man and Mr. George Gobel. Lonesome George with guitar in hand sings his randy version of "Tie Me Kangeroo Down, Boys"...featurin' special lyrics 'bout Mr. George's Cockatoo. These two talented guys likes have so so much fun together...and likes I loves to see our Dino try to stay serious as Mr. George cracks him up with the cocky lyrics.
Enjoys pallies...won't be too many now before we will be able to enjoys the complete versions of these stellar Dino-moments once the Time-Life Dino-discs arrive in the stores. Keeps lovin' our Dino pallies o'mine! Dino-holiclly, DMP
Hey pallies, Dino-mania is truly truly gonna be bustin' out all over the 'net as the days approacheth for release of Time-Life's releases of the Best of the Dino-show on DVDs. Just this past weekend as I was doin' a bit of Dino-searchin' for more info on dem comin' Dino-discs our Dino led me to a cache of promo Dino-vids on youtube.
There they were 15-count 'em-15 short Dino-segments created by the Time-Life pallies to whet all our Dino-appetites for the comin' Dino-releases. Each of the Dino-teasers begins with Dino's gals, the Golddiggers proclaimin' the Dino'truth...
"Don't touch your dial, keep it right where it's at. There's somethin' big comin' up on your screen. Just settle back and relax, because your gonna get ....a whole lot of singin' ....a whole lot of laughin' ....a whole lot of lovin' from Dean!"
And likes pallies that is exactly what is gonna be packed in each and every one of these Time-Life Dino-treasures.
Over the course of the next few, ilovedinomartin will be sharin' a few of these Dino-segments for all your Dino-viewin' Dino-pleasure.
Today's trio of teasers begins with a oh so brief sketch between our great man and the great singer/dancer Miss Juliet Prouse when in the midst of Miss Juliet teachin' our Dino a wee bit 'bout ballet our Dino makes funny 'bout his briefs!
The second clip needs no intro pallies 'cause likes it's that famous sketch between our Dino, Mr. Jimmy Stwart, and Mr. Orson Welles" gettin' their hair done in the beauty salon...truly truly one great Dino-classic.
Third on today's Dino-bill is 'nother great moment between our lovin' Dino and Mr. Phil Silvers...while our Dino sings serious 'bout lovin', Mr. Phil speaks of his affection for our Dino...and the embrace at the end is likes just to funny for words.
So pallies, sits back and enjoys gettin' teased by our Dino. Hats off to the very wise pallies at Time-Life for creatin' these Dino-moments to gets all Dino-holics so so psyched up 'bout the upcomin' Dino-show releases. Indeed Dino-mania is gonna breaks out pallies! Dino-'cited! DMP
Hello again pals o mine! First off, let me apologize for missin' last weeks "Serenade". Due to technical difficulties beyond this Dino-holic's control, I was unable to email anythin' anywhere! I fought the puter' and the puter' won! Thankfully, Mrs. G saved me again! She got me back up n' runnin'!
This weeks bea u ti ful tune comes from an album titled "Out on the Town with the Rat Pack". It's called Via Veneto. Via in Italiano = street. This must be some great street in the heart of wonderful Rome for our great man to sing so so proudly!
Makes you wonder if Dean actually walked or drove this street during his lifetime with some lucky lady. Perhaps walkin' hand in hand...sippin' some chianti! Ahhh to be young and free...Gotta admit pallies, makes me yearn to visit "the Old Country" myself! "Mama mia, you'll never come home"!
OK pals, lets get lost in our great great man! Go pour a glass of your favorite crushed grape and let the croonin' take you to nother' place! Remember friends...always keep the vino and the Dino flowin'!
Via Veneto
Oh you'll never forget the Via Veneto in Rome, wonderful Rome.
That romantic street where strangers can meet in Rome, wonderful Rome.
If your devil may care it's the right thoroughfare to take a walk or a drive.
It's a positive cinch that a paisano's pinch will make you glad your alive!
You'll never regret Via Veneto in Rome, marvelous Rome.
It's the land of the free Mama mia, you'll never go home!
Hey pallies, likes gotta 'fess up that I am likes psyched, perplexed, and pained by today's Dino-postin.
Psyched pallies, 'cause likes this is the first "review" that I have found of the new Time-Life Dino-discs of our beloved Dino's awesome TV Show.
Perplexed pallies, 'cause the dude who scribed this, Mr. James Lileks, has certainly failed to put the accent on our Dino...likes how strange to begin the post with a pix of Joel Gray?
Pained pallies, 'cause Lileks failed to do proper Dino-study....such as not knowin' that our great man made Kents his brand of smokes...and that our Dino indeed did stop smokin' a few months before his passin'. Indeed pallies, this dude spent more time trackin' down which mags were used in that classic Dino-skit featurin' our Dino, Jimmy Stewart, and Orson Welles in the beauty parlor. Gotta admit, it's very very cool to learn these Dino-details, but certainly not at the expense of bein' so errant on important Dino-facts.
Today's Dino-gram comes from the extemely popular blog " The Bleat" where Mr. James Lileks, columnist for the Minneapolis Star-Tribune holds forth. Lileks reports that he got a review copy of the new Time-Like Dino-discs from a pallie at work and proceeds to show how truly little he truly knows 'bout our beloved Dino and our Dino's amazin' style as entertainer extraoridnare.
It's so so cool pallies to be able to share this first, of what I woulda expect to be many, reviews of the Dino-show discs. It's so so sad that this first report is by someone who definitely doesn't "get Martin."
Woulda likes loves to hear your thoughts on Mr. James Lileks' thoughts o'pallies of mine. To read this in it's original format, as usual, please clicks on the tag of this Dino-message. Dino-only, DMP
Ain’t that a hole in the boat
Hi there!
That’s Joel Grey. I watch a lot of stuff I don’t particularly enjoy – not to punish myself, but to learn. Everyone has their ideas about how things were, how they were better back then. Well. Time-Life has a new set of disks on this show:
You all remember De-Anne Martin. This ran for many years, and I have a dim collection of the later ones with the Golddiggers, Dean sitting on a stool with a drink and a smoke in Full Swank. Classy stuff. Carson you didn’t have to stay up late to see! It was the death-throes of the Greatest Generation culture, one of the last levees built to contain the rising water of the youth culture. When it was all over I think Dean just went home and played golf and drank and had lunch until one day he checked his watch, said “well, closing time,” and checked out. There’s a book I’ve been meaning to read for years, Nick Tosches’ bio – the description seems to confirm the sense that I get from watching him perform, that the surface was all there was. There was no Deep Dean. People expected to find there was another guy down there somewhere, but never found it. We expect artists to be Complicated; if not, they’re shallow. But maybe he was just a one-story house without a basement. Nothing a guy can do about that.
I got a review copy from a co-worker. Everything I’d read about the show seems right: Martin never rehearsed, treated it all as a lark, smoked constantly; everyone ambled and stumbled through the bits with cavalier nonchalance. To read some reviews of people who recall the show fondly, it was a Golden Age, real entertainment, “classic,” the sort of thing they just don’t make anymore.
That’s true. The variety format is dead. On the other hand, the stuff is terrible. The singing is fine, in that old belt-it-out style, but the humor is not . . . what’s the word, funny? That’ll do. The disk opens with a ’65 or ’66 monologue by ol’ Ski Nose:
He runs through his jokes without enthusiasm, playing to a tape-recorded crowd – the laugh track is tinny and obviously fake – and the jokes are an interminable parade of witless cliches in the old style, meaning, things that should be funny because they follow the commonly-accepted parameters of a joke. They’re mostly two-liners, constructed along lines from 20 years before, beaten to death in the afternoon shows of second-billing Vegas acts. Did you hear about the Person with a Particular Attribute? He suffered a rather expected, and apt, fate. Hahahahahha!
Watching TV of this era brings back early childhood, as you might imagine, but not because of the content. Over my head that went. No, it’s the look – the bright saturated look of the shows. Living color. I thought there’s be little to enjoy until I came across . . . Him.
Yes, it’s Orson. After some gruesome strained routines they cut to Orson on a dark stage:
He does a passage from “The Merchant of Venice,” straight, from memory. I’ll give the advocates of the good-old-days this much: the form of the variety show was so loose and capacious that they could take time out for a man delivering Shakespeare straight up, no chaser. He’s in a tux the whole show. Everyone’s in a tux. Everyone is dressed up, because this is how men of the world dress, right? It’s all a cocktail party, a piping stew of celebrity and wit and glamour.
I call your attention to this bit, with Dean, Jimmy Stewart, and Orson, getting their hair done in a beauty parlor. (You may have to hit reload to see the video; I don’t know why, but that’s what I have to do. Mysteries abound.)
They just outed Rock Hudson and Tab Hunter. Wow.
Earlier in the sketch, they’re talking about their magazines, and if you know the styles of the mags of the era, this one’s easy:
Look had that style, and the internet helped me pin it down to August, 1967.
Of course, they had to take the name off, lest it be seen as a commercial endorsement. Likewise the magazine Dean’s reading, although at one point he turns it sideways to show it has a centerfold. Well, now that we know the approximate date, perhaps we could zoom in on the picture . . .
See that stripe? Okay. Cross-reference with the wikipedia list of centerfolds for 1967, do an image search – oh, the things I do for history – and voila:
It’s Anne Randall, whose “data sheet” (sfw) listed the people she admired: “Ronald Reagan. He’s honest and the kind of man America needs in politics.” Now she’s a community activist at a retirement resort in Arizona, where she seems to have her hands full. Her website could stand an upgrade, but she seems to be doing good work
As for Martin after the show ended, wikipedia says:
A much-touted tour with Davis and Sinatra in 1988 sputtered. On one occasion, he infuriated Sinatra when he turned to him and muttered “Frank, what the hell are we doing up here?” Martin, who always responded best to a club audience, felt lost in the huge stadiums they were performing in (at Sinatra’s insistence), and he was not the least bit interested in drinking until dawn after their performances.
Don’t think he ever quit smoking, which makes his end a one-two punch: got lung cancer and died of emphysema. But he was 78, and from what I’ve read he was hit hard by his son’s death. You wonder if you’d told him when he was 77 he could have lived three more years if he’d never smoked; he might have looked down at the Pall Mall red, considered it, and said: “Sure. And for what?”
One of the gags in the show: the door. Dean would open the door, and there’d be a surprise guest. Supposedly they never told him who it was, so his reaction would be genuine. Can’t vouch for that – he seems surprised, but it seems to me that he was so good at faking it he didn’t know when he was faking it, and if he didn’t know, then maybe he wasn’t? It was all an act, every bit of it, but it was him.
Then there’s this.
I don’t have any particular love for the Rat Pack; they seemed like comic-book superheroes for men who’d been living square-john lives since they were 18, but the imagery of the era is something else, and you can’t dismiss their role in the playboy-cool male archetype of the time. Or our time: people talk cool, they don’t talk Kurt Cobain or the guy from Weezer or some other post-90s emo-wiener. It’s the guys with the easy grins and the hats and the cigarette and the drink and Angie Dickinson waiting in a room in the Sands. It’s the posture of disengagement, the casual entitlement to the good things and the appreciation of the same, the remnant sense of old-line manliness – which they watched evaporate with no regrets, because hell, they were still doing fine. Dean was fine. Looking good. And hammered.
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A good day, with caveats. Worked at home, since Natalie had no school. Put up a lot on the blog – oh, criminey, forget to fix the link to PopCrush. Well. Add that to the list of things. After writing all day, a thick soupy nap, a workout while watching “The Rivals of Sherlock Holmes” – love the show, but the theme has a trumpet that feels like a dentist’s drill on a filling – then wrote the National Review column. Then this. Hope you enjoyed; I got a letter today telling me how pretty much everything I do sucks now, because I’m overextended and just going through the motions here on the site. I’d hate to think that’s true, because I’m not going through the motions, which means giving things my full attention means the result sucks, which is really depressing. I love this site; it’s my life’s work. There will be weak Bleats, but on balance week to week, I think the overall contribution to the amount of Stuff on the internet is worth it. But in case you feel the same, I thank you for sticking with it! See you around.
One more thing about the Dean Martin show, something that says so much about the era:
Hey pallies, likes a few ago I felt so so Dino-led to do a google search usin' the terms Dean Martin Zen and low and behold I came 'cross this very intriguin' Dino-mention from Canada, Vankleek Hill, Ontario to be exact. From that area's online news pad, "The Review" comes words from columnist Miss Louise Sproule 'bout hearin' the sounds of our Dino in her usually tranquil neighborhood.
Truth, be told, at the beginnin' of this prose, for what woulda seem some inane reason Sproule finds it unacceptable that some dude, in the process of changin' his auto's oil, chose to enjoys some Dino-tunes in the open air. While she doesn't want to offend all us Dino-devotees 'cause she sez, "(nothing personal against you Dino fans)," it is clear this lady just doesn't get the transformin' power of Dino! But, at least she is honest 'bout her feelin's.
But, upon the conclusion of the "Dean Martin outdoor concert," Miss Sproule concludes her thoughts with the much more kinder and gentler Dino-thoughts..."Everybody loves somebody sometime. Sing it, Dino!"
So, why share this column with a bunch of Dino-devotees? First to say YEA! to the oil-changin' dude who had the courage to share his Dino-pride boldly with all the pallies in his neighborhood. Second, to likes acknowledge that every so often we may rub up against someone who likes does not share our Dino-affection...and consider how we finds ways to respectful of 'em, even if we consider them to be way off base. And, thirdly, to truly trust in the transformin' power of our Dino...to let Dino do the work of changin' the hearts and minds of those who at first don't "get Martin."
After all even Miss Louise Sproule chose to end her thoughts find a Dino-quotation and the cheer, "Sing it, Dino!"
Thanks to our beloved Dino for steerin' me in the direction of this prose, and to the dude who has such such great taste as to play him some Dino while doin' some work, and to Miss Sproule for her honest reflections. To view this in it's original format, just clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram. Dino-loved, DMP
Please release me vs. let it be
Columnists
Dateline: April 27, 2011
Louise Sproule
lsproule@thereview.ca
Having packed up and vacated our cottage to temporary renters, I stood at the edge of the hill and looked out towards the lake breathing in the silence. We wouldn’t be back until some time in July. But I consoled myself with thoughts of my quiet Vankleek Hill home on a quiet street and my quiet back yard.
At times, we have even endured the dazed smiles of people as we explain that yes, we have a country escape from the hustle and bustle of Vankleek Hill. “But it is so quiet here already,” everyone says.
Most of the time, I have to agree.
But last Sunday, as the strains of Dean Martin overtook all of the homes in my neighbourhood and made being in my own back yard a misery (nothing personal against you Dino fans), I wondered at the oil-changing inspiration provided by Dean Martin as I viewed someone at work on a truck with the hood up. The music sure wasn’t inspiring me.
How bad was it? I actually welcomed the sound of the chain saw as another neighbour set to work to cut what appeared to be junk into smaller pieces.
It was then I considered the expediency of travelling to my own inward zen world where I could block out Dean Martin and maybe even Englebert Humperdinck, should he be next on the playlist (no offence to Humperdinck fans). Unfortunately, the door to my inward zen world was locked that day. Instead, I wondered how quickly I could carry large speakers outdoors and play some operatic arias at volumes that would melt truck metal.
Not very zen-like, you say?
Yes, there, inside me, boiled mankind’s intolerance for others. I took a deep breath. Why can’t we all just get along, I wondered.
It’s bad enough when your neighbours invade your personal space. Even here at work, our musical differences can generate major mood disturbances that sweep through the building, depending on who is controlling the music or the volume or both.
Which is why being the boss does have an up-side.
“Who put THAT on?” I can ask imperiously at any time while switching over to some Eastern sitar music. I pretend not to notice the winces of those with musical tastes less sophisticated than mine. But I know that evil forces are at work when I leave the building, for I often return to find that someone has turned off my music.
Last Saturday’s “Ploughman’s Musical Interlude” was an eclectic mix of music that probably held appeal for most of the audience most of the time. But as we moved from a youthful rendition of “Don’t Stop Believing” made popular by the TV series called “Glee” to the old standard called, “The Wishing Well Ain’t Working” I realized again: we all have to get along, whether we are at home, at work, part of a volunteer group or when we have paid money to be entertained for a few hours.
It is the better part of wisdom to know when to push your point of view home as opposed to espousing a “live and let live” attitude.
Most of the time, we muddle through and even when we say the wrong thing or force an issue that we should have let go, we are usually forgiven if our heart was in the right place. Of course, after you have riled people up, it isn’t always the easiest task to get people to understand that in spite of what you said, you meant well. In the end, we all do have to tread the line between speaking our minds, holding forth with our opinions and having the respect for the opinions and the rights of others.
I am grateful to live in a lesser-populated area, realizing how the crush of people in the city would likely not bring out the best in me.
Eventually, the Dean Martin outdoor concert came to an end and even the chainsaw ran out of fuel.
Hey pallies, today's Dino-find 'gain points the way to provin' without a doubt that Dino-admiration is likes totally totally Dino-universal. Today's Dino-adulation is from the blog "The Man In The White Hat."
Likes who is this dude that shows so much affection for our great man? Well searchin' this dude's bio turns up that he is currently located in Dublin, Ireland, but his profile tells us many interestin' thin's 'bout this Dino-holic. Now likes normally, ilovedinomartin doesn't print a blogger's bio, but this White Hat dude seems to have mucho in common with our beloved Dino, so likes I thinks you will all enjoy readin' it....
Who is The Man in the White Hat?
"I am an IT professional who was formerly a casino manager, an electrician, a publican and a manager of an import department for one of the leading transport companies. I have travelled all over Europe from West to East and back again. I am English, speak English, look English and drink tea like an Englishman should. I have been married more than once, divorced more than once and I have had more than one beautiful girlfriend. I am known as a bit of a drinker, hopefully in the Dean Martin mode rather than the wino on the park bench. I plan to retire to Greece within the next 5 years so if anyone has an old stone house that they don't want let me know."
Likes trust all you Dino-philes to have found several similarities to our amazin' Dino. The patter below is pretty standard Dino-fare, but challenges all you pallies to findin' the glarin' error shared by Mr. White Hat dude.
Seems this guy does plan to share more of the Dino-story and do some editin' as well...so stay tuned for more from this Dino-holic! Does so love how White Hat blogger sez 'bout our beloved Dino..."The man oozed class and style." That simply and purely is the absolute Dino-truth. And, likes pallies, be sure to check out the Dino-vid WH has posted and the otehrs that one can ascess as Dino-well....likes total total Dino-pleasure!
Thanks to Mr. White Hat for spreadin' some Dino-happiness at his blog and helpin' others become Dino-addicted. To view this in it's original format, likes just clicks on the tagg of this Dino-gram. Dino-loved, DMP
Dean Martin
I spent 30 years of my life wearing a bow tie and evening dress, no I wasn't the waiter at the local bistro or the bouncer at the disco. I was working in casinos, first as a croupier and later as a manager, but although I reckon on most evenings I looked quite smart there is only one person that can wear that get up and look like it was made just for him..
Yes, we all recognize Dean Martin as that man.
This Italian crooner who was born in Steubenville, Ohio, USA was loved by the women but was also the man every other man wanted to be. This immaculate man about town who would in later life hobnob with members of the senate and be able to call President Reagan one of his closest pals started off in a very different world.
At the age of 15 Dean became a prizefighter who went by the name of Kid Crochet (pronounced Crocket). After 12 bare-knuckle fights in which he won 11 and suffered a broken nose, a badly cut lip and broken knuckles he moved on to a more respectable career.
Yes, Dean became a croupier in an illegal casino.
Luckily for the world of music he also started singing in local joints and started making a name for himself.
The year was 1943 and he was now in his early 20's, he was booked to take over from another young singer at a New York nightclub. He bombed and the fact that he flopped so badly became a standing joke between these two singers, Dean and a certain Frank Sinatra had met for the first time.
The following year Dean was drafted into the army but discharged a year later as unfit and returned to his singing career. Rumours abound that he was helped with early bookings by his connections to the Mafia but if there is any truth in those rumours it does not reflect on his ability to sing a song and hold a tune.
Hey pals! Just thought I'd say "Hello" to all you nice people at the ol' ilovedinomartin blog. Don't have too much free time these days. Wee ones are gettin' bigger and really take up ALL my time!
I wanted to share some of my newest, very special additions to my Dean Martin collection. What REALLY made this Dino-holic beyond happy and gave me so so much joy was sort of a surprise from Mama G...my mom. I gave her a call while in the neighborhood last week and she tells me to stop by...she had some old albums that she figured I would want.
What she didn't say was that they were my pop's old vinyl recordins' of DEAN MARTIN!!! Man, what a treasure! I haven't seen or heard these records since I lived at home back in the 1980's. They were my very first introduction to the AMAZIN' voice of Mr Dean Martin!
Just seein' these gems really brought back some great great memories of my pop and my younger years. He would love listenin' to these records! He would act so funny! Singin' and dancin' around the kitchen! I loved to see him so happy! They really put him in a great mood!
That's probably where I learned about the power of Dean's music. The actual stimulation and joy it can bring to you! My pop unfortunatelty isn't around anymore. He passed away in 2003. But I really would love to share these incredible albums of his with all you pallies of mine. I know he would too!
There are some great great songs here folks. One of my fav's is the "Swingin" record. One great, hard to find tune on this one is "You can't love em' all". I can't find this song on itunes, which is where I download all my music these days. I WISH I HAD A RECORD PLAYER!!!
The covers alone are priceless! Loaded with cool cool pics and some present tense Dino-patter! Imagine the days when Dean was still releasin' new "albums" every now and then! I said it before pallies..."If I only knew then what I know now!" Mama mia!!!
I'm gonna include one of these album covers in this post. Too many for one blog, so I guess this gives me a great reason to do some more "At Home with Danny G's" in the near future! Checks out my little wee girl Stella! Makes me so so proud knowin' that these albums are goin' to bring happiness to a third generation of our family! I'm definitely gettin' a record player!!!
That's all for now pals. Talk soon. Stay strong and always remember to keep the vino and the Dino flowin'!
Hey pallies, as all faithful readers of ilovedinomartin knows we tries oh so hard to stay a-politico..so likes don't takes today's Dino-message as anythin' more then sharin' 'nother so so cool way of liftin' up the life and times of our beloved Dino.
From the on-line presence of the Los Angeles Time's "Top Of The Ticket," from politico commentator Mr. Andrew Malcom comes news of David Letterman's jokin' 'bout the most amazin' Dino-treasure found in Bin Laden's compound..... "the complete collection of Dean Martin Roasts!"
How absolutely rad of famed late night host Letterman givin' our Dino such a wonderful nod. Think of the millions of pallies turnin' in to Letterman's show and seein' Dave makin' a funny 'bout our amazin' Dino. This droppin' of our Dino's name is sure to trigger intrigue by many late night viewers...and surely will bring lots more pallies into the Dino-fold.
Warm regards to Mr. Andrew Malcolm for sharin' this Dino-mention and includin' a stellar pix of our great man hostin' one of dem fabulous Dino-roasts. To view the whole column, just clicks on the tag of this Dino-message to goes there. And thanks as well to our own Danny G. for puttin' me on to this Dino-promotion Dino-loved, DMP
Top of the Ticket
Political commentary from Andrew Malcolm
Late-night's best: What else the SEALs found in Osama bin Laden's compound
As The Ticket's 63,000-plus Twitter followers here and 6,700 Facebook fans here know, we regularly share our daily picks of the late-night jokes of interest, usually before broadcast each night. Feel free to pass them on to friends using the Share buttons above. Normally, we publish these on Monday mornings.
Letterman: So in Bin Laden's compound the SEALs found medicine, old newspapers and, guess what, the complete collection of Dean Martin Roasts.
Hey pallies, likes I gotta 'fess up that basically I chose to share today's Dino-thoughts with ya mostly 'cause of the tag of the blog post....."Everyone Needs a Little Dean Martin in Their Life…."
Simply loves that Dino-thought, 'though of course I woulda ammend it a wee bit by sayin'..."....."Everyone Needs HUGE QUANITIES OF Dean Martin in Their Life…" Hahaha!
That great title comes from the fun titled blog "aupairwithcurlyhair" where blogger Lexie (missbrecke) holds forth on "My new life in Rome…the short version!" From readin' some other of her blog posts it is apparent that this young lady is Americano and has been in Rome a few short months servin' as a nanny for two young Roman boys.
From readin' this post it appears that Miss Lexie has been listenin' and watchin' MTV Italia which features the "top 50 Italian hit songs," which certainly musta include a ton of Dino-classics. Anyway, this youngen speaks of eatin' "fagioli e pasta" for dinner and how that brought her some sweet Dino-memories...as Miss Lexie sez,.....In the back of my mind I could hear Dean Martin singing softly,” when the stars make you drool just like pasta ”fazool”…that’s amore..”
ilovedinomartin sez our thanks to Miss Lexie Brecke for sharin' her Dino-passion in this way and helpin' others to celebrate the life and teachin' of our beloved Dino. We wishes Miss Lexie the best as you serves as au pair in Rome, and encourage her to keeps spreadin' the Dino-message wherever she can. To view this in it's original format, likes just clicks on the tag of this Dino-post. Dino-loved, DMP
Everyone Needs a Little Dean Martin in Their Life…
Posted on April 25, 2011 by missbrecke
Dear MTV Italia,
I have become addicted to this channel. Sometimes it is some normal stupid shows from the States but I enjoy it most when it is the top 50 Italian hit songs. There is a little icon that says, “Italians do it better” in the corner of the screen. Makes me laugh. Ahhh Monday, bloody Monday. Everyone was off school and work so the house was full. I woke up not very hungry, for once, I will blame the popcorn from the night before. I didn’t even actually eat something until after 3 which is unusual for me. I lounged the entire day in and out of my room. I read, napped and watched MTV videos until it was dinner time around 8.
Dinner was fagioli e pasta. Beans and pasta. It was really, really, really good considering that it was once a “peasant” dish. It wasn’t like soup it was more of a thick texture like mexican beans with pasta! Sprinkled with a little fresh parmesan and a glass of wine; I was happy with what was served. Since I didn’t eat much all day I couldn’t eat as much as I normally can but still made sure that they knew that I enjoyed it. S thanked me since he told me that it was his creation. Even Tommaso required a round of applause for his papa. In the back of my mind I could hear Dean Martin singing softly,” when the stars make you drool just like pasta ”fazool”…that’s amore..”
The boys, so I heard, were very dramatic today and put on many plays and shows for their parents. I heard laughter, screaming, the piano and crying so it didn’t seem different from any other day. Perhaps I missed quite the performance this afternoon. I was in one of those moods where I didn’t feel like being social. I opened my window all the way and cuddled under my blanket and read my suspense crime novel that I have not been able to put down. Next thing I knew I was asleep and my room was getting dark. Either I was tired or my book just became a bore! I look outside and I can hear the quiet drops of rain. As cars and buses fly on the street I can hear puddles being interrupted and never settle before another car or bus runs through their center. I like the sounds of rain in this city. In fact, I think that I have come to appreciate anything that is quiet since living with two kids under the age of 8.
It is quiet again right now in the house so I am going to enjoy it!
Hey pallies, looks likes it's time for a Dino-field trip dudes...'specially for those Dino-holics in drivin' distance of the Arch City...St. Louis. Today's Dino-dispatch comes from the on-line pages of the Kirkwood-WebsterGrovesPatch and like shares the 'xcitin' news that one of our beloved Dino's classic cars is now on display for the next several months.
From the pen of Miss Sheri Gassaway comes the facts and figures 'bout a new exhibit tagged "Unique Motors" at the St. Louis Museum of Transportation in Kirkwood. Bein' featured is a great 1962 Ghia once owned by our great man. Said classic automobile is featured in an pix below...and notice that these guys have the finess to have included one of those life-size cut-outs of our Dino by the classic car.
Runnin' through October and with a minimal entrance fee...certainly each and every Dino-holic from at least the vast midwest oughta makes in their Dino-priority to pilgrimage to Kirkwood to relish the opportunity to view this Dino-treasure!
Thanks to Miss Gassaway for scribin' this little feature for the Kirkwood-WebsterGrovesPatch...lettin' all us Dino-followers in on this excitin' Dino-opportunity. To view this in it's original format, likes just clicks on the tagg of this Dino-prose. In our Dino, DMP
Unique Motors Exhibit Offers Peek at Famous Vehicles
The exhibit, which opened last night at the St. Louis Museum of Transportation, features cars, boats and bikes with distinguishing stories.
By Sheri Gassaway
In front of a backdrop of the Old Coral Court Motel, this is a 1962 Ghia originally owned by Dean Martin. This car and many others of distinguishing character can be seen at a new exhibit called Unique Motors at the St. Louis Museum of Transportation in Kirkwood. (Credit Photo Courtesy of John Hoffmann)
Unique Motors, a new exhibit at the St. Louis Museum of Transportation, offers car enthusiasts a trip back in time with a variety of cars, boats and bikes with distinguishing stories.
The exhibit, which runs through October, is at the museum's Earl C. Lindburg Automobile Center at 3015 Barrett Station Road in Kirkwood. Admission is $6 for adults and $4 for children, seniors and military.
Hey pallies, likes I'm wonderin' who has been the biggest Dino-influence in your life? Likes so so many of the stories I hear of how pallies have been drawn to our beloved Dino includes tales of the many and varied ways that our Dino has used other people to draw pallies unto himself.
Today's post from an unknown auther at a blog simply tagged "Movies" speaks of the huge influence that their father had on 'em comin' to know, love, and treasure our Dino's legacy. It certainly warms this pallie's heart to hear 'nother amazin' story of one generation leadin' 'nother into the Dino-truth. How outstandin' to read of the depth of this dude's father's Dino-devotion that has now passed on to his prodigy.
I certainly encourage you to take the time to read all the wonderful thin's that this blogger's daddy-o proclaimed 'bout our beloved Dino..but here are few of my most fav thoughts shared from father to child....
"He said Dean loved music and people, not to mention drinking, gambling, smoking, and girls. I can still see my dad’s eyes light up talking about him. He said he had a sense of humor that was witty and charming to the ladies."
It is likes so so rewardin' to see the amazin', powerful, and long lastin' Dino-impression that a Dino-holic parent can have on their children. How wonderful when fathers likes this writer's daddy-o take the responsibility to impart their Dino-knowledge and Dino-devotion to the future gen.
ilovedinomartin is thrilled to be sharin' this stellar modelin' of spreadin' the Dino-truth from one generation to the next, and sez our thanks to the unknown auther of this Dino-praise. Thanks for givin' your awesome testimony of comin' to Dino-devotion through your father's impartin' of his Dino-devotion to you!
To read this in it's original format, as usual, just clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram. Dino-loved, DMP
The One And Only Dean Martin!
I remember my Dad talking about the old days.(like he had on many occasions..:) The way things were in the 1960′s in the new T.V. world, as well as the entertainment world in general. What he talked about the most was the famous, “Rat Pack”. It was a group of stars that consist of Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr., Joey Bishop, and Peter Lawford. They were all stars in their own right, and were Vegas headliners for years. They were talented in song, dance,humor, and musically.
My Dad always said, those were the days when entertainment was entertainment. It didn’t take me long to agree, and understand why Dean Martin was his favorite.
He told me all the ways Dean Martin was so talented. How the industry and his fans seen in him an entertainer like no other. They all loved him, making him the most popular one in that group of Vegas stars called,”The Rat Pack”.
He mentioned to me how Dean starred in comedy movies with Jerry Lewis for 10 years. Which they were successful doing until they parted ways to do other things. He mentioned how he also did 50 plus movies from a James Bond type of character Matt Helm, cowboy movies with John Wayne, and a few gangster kind of movies with his “Rat Pack” friends. Then he did a T.V. variety show on NBC for 10 years with top T.V. ratings from his first year to his last. He had every star in Hollywood on his show at one time or another, and some of them many times over. They all loved the tall, handsome, funny, and talented man.
My Dad talked of the popular “Gold Diggers” who were good female dancers on his show, and very pretty he added..:) He said Dean loved music and people, not to mention drinking, gambling, smoking, and girls. I can still see my dad’s eyes light up talking about him. He said he had a sense of humor that was witty and charming to the ladies. He also had hit songs like, “That’s Amore”, “Volare”, and of course his signature song,”Everybody Loves Somebody” just to name a few. Dean also has a number of Christmas songs that radios still play every year as well. With all he did, he loved music the most.
When Dean retired he still continued to shine in the spotlight. He did a “Celebrity Roast” for a number of years, also with the biggest stars in Hollywood. They loved him as much as the fans. The NBC people even sponsored a golf tournament named, “The Dean Martin Tucson Open” for a 3 year period.
The contract he signed with NBC was the biggest of it’s time. With all the fame, success, money, and anything else you could think of, he was always the same Dean Martin. When Dean passed away on Christmas night of 1995 at the age of 78, a sadness blanketed the world. It was a sadness felt by family, fans, and all his friends alike. He was one star that burned into the night like no other. His memory is still remembered today by my Dad…and now by me.
Hey pallies, likes how wonderful to continue to see Dino-day after Dino-day, those in the know liftin' up the name of our Dino and speakin' Dino-truth boldly and openly to pallies every Dino-where.
Case in point is the followin' post from the online pages of the Las Vegas Review Journal's "View" pad, where staff writer Amanda Donnelly has put the accent on the life and times of our beloved Dino with the bold headline, "Dean Martin put the limelight ahead of personal problems."
The purpose of this Dino-read seems to be explainin' to John Q. Public the reason that "Las Vegas has a street named after the legendary Dean Martin." You will find much of the usual Dino-details here of our great man's early years, his stuggles as a young man, and his rise to becomin' the greatest entertainer of all time.
Likes very special to this Dino-prose are some great Dino-reflections shared by University of Nevada, Las Vegas history professor Eugene Moehring. It is so so obvious that Professor Moehring is truly in the Dino-know and obviously full of Dino-admiration.
Speakin' of the Rat Pack, Moehring sez.... "It was all very good-natured and fun," he said. "I get the feeling they did it to entertain themselves and the audience. There was a brotherly love kind of thing going on there."
And of our Dino's love of some liquid refreshment, the good professor reflects... "He didn't allow that to affect his performing."
And in summary of our Dino's stellar life, the in-the-Dino-know Moehring prclaims... "He is a legend and a true Las Vegas icon." "No doubt about it."
Indeed, there is no doubt of all any Dino-hearted pallie at our great man is LEGEND AND ICON!
Loves these Dino-reflections pallies, and likes the outstandin' pix of our beloved Dino and frankie is one that this Dino-holic has never ever seen before.
ilovedinomartin sends our thanks to the pallies at the Las Vegas Review-Journal for gettin' these thoughts into Dino-print...and 'specially to staff writer Amanda Donnelly for pennin' 'em and to Professor Eugene Moehring for his special thoughts of Dino-devotion. Truly such Dino-writin' as these will continue to bring more and more folks to knowin', lovin', and honorin' our amazin' Dino! And, special thanks as well to our great pallie Danny G. for puttin' us on to this Dino-praise.
To view this in it's original format, just clicks on the tag of this Dino-prose. Dino-loved, DMP
Las Vegas Review-Journal Dean Martin put the limelight ahead of personal problems
AMANDA DONNELLY VIEW STAFF WRITER
Posted: May 3, 2011 | 1:22 p.m. Updated: May 4, 2011 | 5:31 p.m.
Dean Martin, left, and Frank Sinatra ham it up at the Jerry Lewis Labor Day telethon at the Sahara in 1976.
His name is synonymous with The Rat Pack and Sin City itself. It is no wonder Las Vegas has a street named after the legendary Dean Martin.
Dean Martin Drive snakes its way through the southwest portion of the valley to just north of Flamingo Road, where it turns into its former name, Industrial Road. That section continues on across the valley, stopping just short of Charleston Boulevard.
Martin was born Dino Crocetti in 1917 in Steubenville, Ohio, to Italian immigrants. Until Martin began attending public school he only spoke Italian, a detail that made him no friends but did make him the subject of ridicule.
The youngest of two sons, Martin struggled in grade school because of his strong Italian accent.
Martin dropped out of school in the 10th grade to focus on drumming and began taking odd jobs delivering bootlegged liquor, boxing and working as a blackjack dealer.
Martin began singing around the same time and spent a good portion of the 1940s perfecting his style as a lounge act. It was then that he began calling himself Dino Martini, after a famous opera singer he idolized. It was also during that time that Martin began working with musician and band leader Sammy Watkins, who suggested that the crooner change his name to Dean Martin.
Martin met Frank Sinatra in 1943 after flopping at a New York nightclub. The two wouldn't form a substantial friendship for a number of years.
In 1944, Martin was drafted into the Army at the height of World War II. He was eventually discharged for medical reasons.
Martin met comic Jerry Lewis while performing in New York, and the pair formed a fast friendship, eventually deciding to meld their respective acts into a comedy-music duo.
The pair made their television debut in 1948. A radio series was quick to follow, as were movie deals.
The creative pair split in 1956.
Martin launched a solo career, doing movies and making albums in the late 1950s and throughout the 1960s. It was during that time that he formed a friendship with Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr.
The three joined with Joey Bishop and Peter Lawford and eventually became known as the Rat Pack.
The group performed at the Sands Hotel, singing and doing slapstick comedy as much for themselves as for the audience, according to University of Nevada, Las Vegas history professor Eugene Moehring.
"It was all very good-natured and fun," he said. "I get the feeling they did it to entertain themselves and the audience. There was a brotherly love kind of thing going on there."
In 1965, Martin launched the variety television series, "The Dean Martin Show."
According to Moehring, Martin developed a reputation as an alcoholic, but his work always came first.
"He didn't allow that to affect his performing," he said.
In the early 1970s, the show was still doing well, and Martin was playing to sold-out crowds at nightclubs and casinos.
"He seemed to be tired at that point," Moehring said. "All stars reach that point. I think he was ready to somewhat retire."
After the 1975 film "Mr. Ricco," Martin retreated from the limelight.
Martin's final Las Vegas shows were at Bally's Las Vegas in 1990.
Martin was diagnosed with lung cancer in 1993 and died of acute respiratory failure at his home in Beverly Hills, Calif., on Dec. 25 1995. He was 78. Industrial Road was renamed Dean Martin Drive in October 2005. The lights of the Las Vegas Strip, which almost never go dark, were dimmed in the entertainer's honor.
"He is a legend and a true Las Vegas icon," Moehring said. "No doubt about it."
Hey pallies, likes I continues to marvel at the amazin' Dino-creativity bein' exhibited all over the 'net. Today ilovedinomartin puts the accent on the pad "Hollandz" where blogger Mr. Brad Holland asks the provocative quire, "What if Dean Martin used Twitter?"
Holland intends to run a whole series of posts on how "celebrities and icons of older generations who didn’t have access to our online social networks would discuss amongst their peers and fans." And, havin' the greatest of Dino-sense, Brad has chosen to begin his wonderin's with our beloved Dino!
Checks out the awesome Twitter page that Holland has created for our Dino...very very cool. And, digs the ever so evocative patter that Brad has created between our great man and the blond bombshell, Miss Marilyn Monroe.
Mr. Brad Holland has certainly used a huge 'mount of creativity to comes up with this likes totally rad concept....and it certainly does gets our Dino-thoughts goin' to wonder what sorta dialogues mighta have occured between our beloved Dino and his pallies male and female.
Now, likes I know that 'cause our Dino was such a private man, he probably woulda never ever used any social media...but this very notion does bring a huge Dino-buddhagrin to my face, and much Dino-wonderin' to my mind.
Thanks ever so much Mr. Brad Holland for liftin' up the name of our Dino is most provocative and evocative way...sure to draws many to growin' in their knowin', lovin', and honorin' of our amazin' Dino! To view this in it's original format, likes just clicks on the title of this Dino-reflection. Dino-loved, DMP
What if Dean Martin used Twitter? By Brad– April 21, 2011 Posted in: Humor, Thoughts
Sometimes I wonder what some celebrities and icons of older generations who didn’t have access to our online social networks would discuss amongst their peers and fans. I decided that I will look into alternative universes with my clairvoyant powers, take mental screenshots and then use telepathy to open Photoshop and save them as an image that can be shared amongst you good folks. The “What If Dead Celebrities Had Twitter” is going to turn into series. If you have any suggestions on who you would like me to visit and stalk online in those alternate realms, let me know and I’ll see what I can do. Please let me know your thoughts on this.
Hey pallies, likes today we makes a second visit to Italiano Miss Monika Dubska's self tagged blog "Monika's Corner" where she has displayed her artistic creation homagin' the Rat Pack. As the title of this Dino-message indicates likes it appears that Miss Dubska told three hours to finish this task...but loves how she sez "but it was worth it!" Certainly our Dino is worthy of any and all of our efforts to honor him and spread the Dino-legacy as far and wide as possible!
Gotta 'fess up that while I thinks Monika has done a stellar job with all three members of the Rat Pack, I'm sure that it will surpise none of you Dino-holics that I judge her Dino-impression to be the coolest of the trio. How great of this youthful Dino-lover to show her Dino-devotion in this way. I'm certain that many of her faithful readers with be drawn ever closer to knowin', lovin', and honorin' our Dino through Miss Dubska's Dino-creativity.
Again, thanks to Miss Monika Dubska's efforts in spreadin' some Dino-appreciato to her blog readers. To view this in it's original format, just click on the tagg of this here Dino-post. Dino-loved, DMP
Hey pallies, likes today's Dino-thought is so so short and so so sweet...likes probably the Dino-sweetest, and certainly the Dino-shortest in the entire history of the ilovedinomartin Dino-blog.
Just 17 words in length, 19 if you include the headin' these words of Dino-devotion are likes totally totally Dino-mite! From the young Italiano chick tagged Monika Dubska and her self-tagged blog "Monika's Corner' radiates some of the deepest, purest, and truest words of Dino-adulation that I have ever been privileged to read!
Hailin' from of all places, Napoli, Italy, Miss Monica is obviously completely sold-out to our beloved Dino and certainly not ashamed for sharin' her unabashed passion for our great man. Witnessin' such heartfelt amore for our Dino certainly does pallies likes us good 'cause how outstandin' to know that indeed today's nouveau hipsters are turnin' on to our Dino in droves...and from all 'round the entire Dino-universe!
ilovedinomartin sez our deep Dino-appreciato to Miss Monika Dubska for liftin' up the name of our Dino and sharin' her priceless Dino-awedness with her readers. To view this in it's original format, as usual, just clicks on the tagg of this Dino-gram. Dino-delightedly, DMP
DEAN MARTIN
I forgot how much I worship this man. Speechless, no words can express this wonderland wonderland person.
Time for nother' Sunday Serenade ladies and gentlemen! This week we hear from a little older...a little wiser...a little BLONDER??!!... Dean Martin. I personally call these "The Highlight Years." It was 1972. Dean just released the "Dino" album. My fav from this outstandin' recordin' was "What's Yesterday?"
Dino was in the midst of divorce numero duo from "The Jeanne" and was possibly already involved with a much younger Miss Cathy Hawn. Dean seemed to be lookin' for somethin' new in his life. As we all do once in a while...Dino needed a change. Some may call this a "mid-life crisis". I call it a "Rebirth" for out great man!
This song really seemed, to me, to be the way Dean was feelin' at this particular time in his very own life. I imagine that these lyrics could be to Jeanne. Tellin' her how much he truly loved her and ONLY her but just couldn't be tied down any longer.
The world was callin' and he just couldn't turn a deaf ear any longer. His heart and spirit were meant to roam! After all folks...HE WAS DEAN MARTIN!!! Who knows for sure? There may have been nother' amore in Dean's mind, when he was croonin' this cool cool tune, that none of us ever knew bout'. We can only guess.
Let's get to the music pallies! Watch and listen how Dino truly expresses his most deepest, purest feelin's for this unknown lucky lady! Remember pals...Always keep the vino and the Dino flowin'!!!
Danny G.
What's Yesterday?
What's yesterday, if we can never say, "remember when?"
Life with no past, a show with no cast, can you picture them?
One sad day when the chill just won't go away. You have something to warm you in the warmest way.
Time will allow one moment of a now then it's yesterday.
Girl got the will to make time stand still, don't throw this away.
Move your eyes in a way that it tickles me. Your no longer afraid You'll believe in me.
Take a deep breath. Smile, you won't regret what just came your way.
Look, there's the sun. Your life has just begun only yesterday.
The coffee's in the cup. The toast is poppin' up. The smokes are over there.
The coffee's in the cup. The toast is poppin' up. The smokes are over there.
And, now 37 years to the day, the pallies at Time-Life are beginnin' to release classic moments from the Dino-show to all Dino-holics total Dino-delight! The word from the street is that today the one and two-disc versions of the Dino-show willin' be waitin' for us on the shelves of our DVD outlets. Those of us waitin' for the complete 6 DVDs set will have to wait for June 14 to roll 'round. Have no idear pallies why the difference in release dates 'cept perhaps those of us Dino-addicts that can't wait will be at least buyin' the one or two disc sets to tide us over for the real deal.
Likes I am truly truly hopin' that today's releases will just be the start of more and more Dino-sets bein' released by the folks at Time-Life...'cause all us Dino-philes just simply and purely can never ever gets 'nough of our beloved Dino!
