Happy Dino-ween, pals!

 

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "In the Cool Cool Cool of the Evening"

 

Welcome back, my little Dino-ghouls & goblins. 

Hope youse is ready for one last CREEPY...SCARY...Darn right FRIGHTENIN' Serenade...from our one 'n only Dino! 

Yes...the time is almost here, my friends! 

The creatures of the night been workin' overtime... to make this the mostest spine-tinglin' day of the year! 

AHHHHHHHHHHH! Haha!! 

Did I get youse shiverin' in fear, mi amici?! Hahaha!!! 

Just settin' the stage, pals. 

Man...I hate to see this month pass! It's SO SO much fun! 

Actually, pallies...I've been in Dino-ween mode since September! Haha!! 

I REALLY get into Halloween vibe...in case youse can't tell. 

Well, my little spooky Dino-monsters...let's get to the tunes! 

I found us a TOTALLY fun & spooky jam to WEEN ourselves off Dino-ween. It's the BEST kinda Dino-vid! A LIVE Dino-vid! 

Definitely the most fun watchin' Dean weave his spell on us. 

He's got that "vampirish" way 'bout him that pulls you in & don't let go! 

Man o' man...this is gettin' scarier by the minute! 

AHHH HAHAHA!!! 

OK, palsies o' mine. Here's some "In the Cool Cool Cool of the Evening" for youse. It's sure to set the mood for these last bone-chillin' nights of October! 

Enjoy the Dino-vid & have a Fearfully fun & safe Halloween. mi amici! 

And ALWAYS 'member...BEWARE THE MOON...AWWOOOOO!!! 

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "It Just Happened That Way"

 

Ahhhh...welcome back mi amici! 

Just sittin' here...soakin' in this BEA U TI FUL & sunny Fall mornin'. Chilly...but beautiful, just the same. 

Youse learn to appreciate these simple thins' in life, as youse get older, I guess, pals. Comes with age I suppose.  

Also comes with some aches & pains...vision loss & an ulcer! Haha!! 

Hey...that's life, mi amici. 

Tomorrow could bring some GREAT news...or maybe a little "not so great".  

Somethin' that youse didn't see comin' can open your eyes, pals. 

I gots a GREAT GREAT Serenade to help me get the Dino-message across. 

"It Just Happened That Way" teaches us to roll with the punches, pallies. 

Youse NEVER know what's 'round the next corner. 

It's all 'bout growin', pallies. Good & bad. That's the game. 

Except your situation & learn from it. 

Dean ALWAYS rolled with the punches & usually came out on top! 

Life may deal youse a losin' hand every now & then, ol pals o' mine. 

But guess what???!!! 

If youse can embrace it...if youse can find SOME little piece of silver linin' 'round that cold & cloudy day...YOUSE WILL BE DINO-FIED!!!  Hahaha!!! 

Problems could just be blessins' in disguise! Ha! 

Well...that may be pushin' it a little bit...but...that's the Dino in me! 

Watch out for life's surprises, pals. Don't let em' get youse down. 

Stay Dino-empowered & face life's little tricks & treats, eye to Dino-eye! Haha!! 

Enjoy!

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "In Napoli"

 

Welcome back, mi amici! 

How's my pals? 

Hopefully all is well & this week's Serenade is findin' youse in good health. 

They say "Health is Wealth"...& man o man...ain't it the truth! Gotta take care, my friends! 

Well pallies...leaves are startin' to fall. 

Days have grown shorter. 

Thins' is REALLY showin ALL signs of Autumn now!  

So, I believes I've mentioned this before...but besides bein' THE SPOOKIEST & one of the COOLEST months of the year...October also just so happens to be Italiano heritage month! 

Yes sir! 

Well...at least that's what we call it here in BEA U TI FUL Massachusetts! Haha! 

So...therefore...in the spirit of ALL the cool cool paisanos , like Mr. & Mrs. Gaetano Crocceti, who brought their GREAT GREAT son, Dino, & Italian traditions to America...I decided to celebrate today with a little, "In Napoli"! 

This tune is SO SO pretty & the vid has such BEA U TI FUL pics of  WON DER FUL Italy...not to mention Dean's smooth smooth croonin'. 

You can almost taste the vino & foods of "the old country"! Haha!! 

Ahhhh...what a place to be. 

So pals, in honor of our Italiano brothers & sisters & ALL our Dino-lovin' pals out there...this one's for youse! 

Oh & by the way...did I ever mention that my great grandparents...on Mama G's side... came to America from the Abruzzi region of Italy...just like Dino's fam? 

No? 

Yes? 

Yea...I'm sure I have. 

Love throwin' that one out there. Hahaha!!! 

I cant resist sharin' that juicy bit of Dino/Danny G. similarity, pals! Ha! 

Enjoy pallies!    

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "Anytime"

 

Hey there, pals o mine! 

Seemed like a fast week! 

Don't want this FUN FUN month goin' by too quick! 

Gotta squeeze as many Dino-thrills out as humanly possible, my friends! 

O, I'm sorry, mi amici...may I invite youse in? 

Great! 

Grab a seat! 

Stay for a bit. 

Yes, pallies...this invitation goes out to ALL! Dino lovers far & wide! Young & old! Join me for a moment of fun! A moment of relaxin'! A moment to soak in the GREAT GREAT power of Dean! Haha!! 

Hey pals...that's my offer for youse. 

Hope it's intriguin'! 

Hope it brightens your day! 

Hope I can stop ramblin' & actually get a tune playin'! Hahaha!!! 

I gets a little TOO pumped, this time of year, pallies! HaHa!! O well...what can I say? 

Not to mention...Today's Serenade just got me in one of those moods, mi amici. 

"Anytime" is just SO SO reassurin' to me that our BESTEST pal is ALWAYS there when we need him the most! If your feelin' blue...if youse is a wee bit lonely....or maybe youse just needs a little comfortin' from our main man...Dino is ALWAYS there to help! 

Always there to lighten the load & lead the way... through his music & inspiration! ANY darn TIME!!! 

Man o man...am I ramblin' again?! Haha!! 

Sorry, pallies! 

This bea u ti ful Fall weather must be gettin' to me! 

Anyways, pals...I grabbed this COOL COOL jam off Dino's 1963 al b um, "Country Style". A little "Tex" Martin to make the week sail by. 

Sound good? DEF I NATE LY does! 

Found us a Cool Cool vid featurin' our pal & one of his fun fun repeat female co-stars, Ms. Stella Stevens. This is perfect, pals...Cause' Ms. Stevens just celebrated her 82nd birthday last week! Happy B-day, baby!

OK...let's get to the jammin'! 

Remember this one, mi amici! 

It's SURE to get youse through even the bluest day. 

Enjoy!

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "Only Forever"

Welcome back, mi amici. Welcome to Fall 2020! Well...it's official, pals...Summer is gone & it's time to be movin' on. Now, I don't mean relocatin' or nothin' like that, pallies. I mean it's time to kick Autumn into FULL gear here! Let go of the hot & sweaty days of sun bakin'...trade em' in for crisp & chilly nights & weekend leave rakin'! Haha!! It's not as bad as it sounds, pallies! Let's bang the sand outta our ears & get some cool cool Fall-type croons uh'-croonin'! Ha! These are GREAT GREAT times for throwin' in the ol' ipod headphones...gettin' outdoors...& spendin' some quality time...with Dino! Haha!! Yes, my friends...DINO! Who else is the BEST companion for cleanin' up yards & packin' up the patio?! He relaxes my soul & cleanses my brain. Turns work into fun & chores into play. I'll show youse what I mean, pals. Let's find a nice, easy tune to get youse started. Somethin' from the "Pretty Baby" al b um.  How's 'bout a little "Only Forever"? Yes...this is a perfect Serenade for today. A TOTALLY chilled-out croon to EASE us into the new season. Just soak it in, my friends. Inhale it...hold it....ahhhhhh. See what I'm sayin', mi amici? So So calmin'. OK, pallies...let's get outside & get to work! Oops...I mean play! Haha!!  Enjoy!  

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "Let Me Know"

 Welcome back, mi amici! And welcome to the LAST Sunday Serenade with Dino of Summer 2020, as well! Man o man...where do the months go, pals?! Years, for that matter! Cant even believe I've had the privelage of doin' these FUN FUN Sunday Serenades for 9 WON DER FUL years now! Yup...Fall of 2011 was my first. TRULY can't express how much I enjoy writin' my deep deep thoughts 'bout life... through the eyes of a Dino-holic. Haha!! And at the same time...spreadin' the Dino-message! VERY humb'ly...I THANK youse for your weekly interest in my insanity & I THANK our fearless leader, DMP, for offerin' me the job. One which I take very seriously...but...in the funnest of ways, my friends! Now, pallies o' mine...let's get to this week's Serenade! Seein' how it's the last week of the summery season...I figured I transition us...gently...into the new one. Somethin' REAL mellow & O so soothin'! Well, pals...thinks I got just what Dr. Dino ordered! It's calm...it's tranquil...it's...well...IT"S PURE DINO!!! Haha!! Pulled it from my own personal "Go to" place for ULTIMATE chillin'! Dean's 1966 al b um, "Relaxin". "Let Me Know" will DEF I NATE LY... gently...glide youse into these comin' cool, crisp days ahead. Sit back & close your eyes, pallies. Dino's at the wheel & he's on cruise control, Hahaha!!! Let's embrace Autumn & see what Dean has in store for us next! It's gonna be a GREAT Fall, pals...just hit PLAY & relax. Enjoy.

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "Marina"

Welcome back, my swingin' little Dino-diggin' paisani!
Haha!!
Man o man, am I in a mood today!
Don't know why, pals!
Just is!
Hey...that's good 'nough reason for me!
Haha!!

We gotta make the BEST outta EVERY DAY, mi amici!
Even the lousy ones.
Even in these CRAZY days!

When life hands us lemons...the hell with the lemonade, mi amici...squeeze them into a little vodka on the rocks...& throw on some Dino!
Haha!!

Yes, mam!

Now THAT'S the start of a COOL COOL day! Hahaha!!!

Wow!
What's got into me today?!

All's I did was sit down here & get ready to put this week's Serenade together...& BAM!
This CRAZY mood just came rushin' through me, my friends!

My heart started racin'...my body started vibratin'...& my fingers started typin'!

It's like the spirit of Dean just jumped in me & took control!

Hey, pallies...that's OK with me!
Dino take the wheel!
Haha!!

OK OK...let me catch my breath.
Let me regains my composure.
Let me chill-ax, a wee bit!

If I don't get this Serenade goin'...I thinks I'm gonna pop!

I gots an idea!
Think I'll have a little fun with this silly mood I'm feelin'! 

I'm gonna let Dean pick this one, pals!

Yea, youse heard right! 

Gonna put my trust in Dino's big meaty hands...& let him tell me what tune to spin!
He will know exactly what we need!

Gonna just close my eyes & see what jam I clicks on.

Ready???!!!
OK, pallies...round & round it goes...where Dino will stop...nobody knows....& POW!!!
Did it!

Oh man o man...PERFECTO!

"Marina"!

GREAT tune, my friends!

Fun Fun song with a Cool Cool groove!

I knew Dean would pick a winner!

Well, pals o mine...I'm hopin' this swingin' Dino-pick will stick with youse all week long... & help with ANY lemons that may have rolled your way.

The power of Dean's magic is un-endin'!

Ciao!

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: You Were Made For Love"

Welcome back, my friends 

How's September treatin' youse so far?

Not so bad...here, in my part of the world.
Was a BEA U TI FUL Blue-sky'd 75 degrees yesterday!

Summer just HATES to go, I guess!

I don't mind so much though, mi amici.
Fall is a GREAT season too!
I just LOVE the spooky vibe in the air from now 'til Halloween!

Truth be told...I loves September!

The weather is still comfy & a break from the heat isn't so bad either.

Hey...now that I thinks 'bout it, pals... I actually can't wait for the Autumn solstice...that means Fall in British.
Haha!!

'Nother cool cool occasion is comin' soon as well.
This week is the birthday of a VERY special someone to Danny G...who just so happens to be a GIGANTIC Dino-holic!
Hey!
That gives me a SWINGIN' idea, pallies!

I is gonna send this week's Serenade out to this someone & let her know just how SPECIAL she is! Seems that gettin' further & further from her younger years has got her stressin'.
Hey...tell me 'bout it, mi amici!
Haha!!

Anyway...She DEF I NATE LY has NUTHIN' to worry 'bout, though pals.
She's a GREAT GREAT lady & STILL has ALL the fellas howlin' at the moon!
Hahaha!!!

Thinks she just needs a little Dino-croonin' to lift her spirits.

Now let me see...hmmmm.
Got it.

A touch of Dean's "You Were Made For Love", should get her smilin'!
DEF I NATE LY get's me in a happy mood, pallies!

So, this one's for you...birthday girl!

Enjoy your day & enjoy the Dino-jam... goin' out just for you!

Ciao bella!

On This Day In DIno-history: September 1, 1949

 

Hey pallies, likes this very Dino-day , September 1 in the year of our Dino 1949,  the weddin' bells did chime for our most beloved Dino and his queen of beauty bride Miss Jeanne Biegger. Dino and Miss Jeanne, wife numero duo, tied the knot at  the pad of Mr. Herman Hover.  This date likes 'gain holds the deepest of deep significance since Miss Jeanne   passed away on August 24, 2016  joinin' our Dino forever in the here after.

As we, with reverence,  remember this day of absolute awesome bountiful bliss for our Dino, ilovedinomartin shares with you a post that a Deanager tagged  Catie shared at her tumblr blog, "They always look better at night..," on this day of Dino-significance, last in 2012.  Our Catie combines an outstandin' weddin' pix of the beau-ti-ful couple with some potently powerful  prose scribed by Mr. Jerry Lewis from his magnificant Dino-bio, "Dean and Me: A Love Story."

Just likes we  totally totally  grooves to be likes readin' these kind of greatly glorious Dino-details....and these remarkable  reflections from Mr. Lewis notin' the extremely close relationship that our most beloved Dino had with his bestest of best pallie Jerry.   ilovedinomartin sez our thanks to Miss Catie for creatin' this Dino-memory on her tumblr account, sure to bring many of today's nouveau hipsters to the keen knowledge and awesome adulation of our most most beloved Dino

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters



You just got out of a marriage,” I said. “What the fuck are you rushing into another one for?”

He just stared at me, shocked that I had hit the issues on the button. I hurried to explain myself. “Forgive me, Paul.” I said. “Jeanne’s a great girl, and I think she would follow you to the ends of the earth. I know she would wait until you were ready. And there are four kids to think about.”

Dean thought for a moment. “Listen Jer,” he said. “You know me better than anyone, so what I say is between us. I do worry about my kids. But this feels so right. So strong.”

I nodded, finally understanding that he was really in love, and probably for the first time. “It’s your life, pal,” I told him. “And you have to do what’s best for you. You’ve always taken care of your kids; now it’s your turn to take care of yourself. Everything’ll fall into place.”

He threw his arms around me in a bear hug and whispered into my ear: “Thanks, Jer.”

As it turned out, Jeanne was the best thing that ever happened to Dean.

Jerry Lewis to Dean Martin on the day of his wedding to second wife Jeanne Biegger, September 1, 1949.

Hey pallies, likes welcome back for yet 'nother wonderful week of liftin' up the life, times, and teachin's of our most beloved Dino here at our humble little ilovedinomartin waterin' hole.
Today we are once 'gain totally totally thrilled to share more Dino-adulation of the international source as we hear from historian Alan Royle at his powerful pad, "Historical Move Info, Movie Trivia, Fascinating  Hollywood Facts."

Mr. Royle hails from Fremantle, Western Australia where he was born and has now returned to upon his retirement.  Alan has swankly scribed a noteworthy number of valiant  volumes and if you click on the tag of this Dino-gram and then click on the tab "My Books" you came view them.  Let it be sweetly stated that Royle's credentials are top shelf!

Likes today we deeply delighted to share Alan's supreme salute to our one and only Dino,  "DEAN MARTIN – Mr. Nice Guy."   As all youse Dino-philes will see below, it is an incredible intro  to our Dino with potent pixs and perfectly powerful prose.   Royle hits many of the Dino-highs includin' his partnership with Mr. Jerry Lewis; a nod to our Dino's boypallie, his beloved Dino Martin, Jr.; his friendships with Mr. Frank Sinatra and Miss Marilyn Monroe; our Dino's fame and fortune on both t he big and small screen.

We shout out our absolute appreciato to Mr. Alan Royle for helpin' his remarkable readership
be drawn to growin' deeper and deeper in our most most most beloved Dino.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

btw, we're wonderin' how many of youse Dino-holics can point out the one error that Royle has made in his salute to the Matt Helm flicks?!?!?!?

DEAN MARTIN – Mr. Nice Guy.

October 6, 2015 

Dino Crocetti was an Italian from Steubenville, Ohio, and Joseph Levitch was a Jewish boy from Newark, New Jersey, and nearly nine years his junior. From the moment they joined up in 1946 to form the comedy duo of Martin & Lewis they were a hit. Within three years they were in the movies; My Friend Irma (1949) and At War With the Army (1950) being their first, and on their way to screen superstardom. Together they were a terrific combination, Dean the straight man, good looking and possessed of a smooth, romantic singing voice, and Jerry the goofball comic, outrageous, physical and very funny. Together they would make 16 movies in eleven years, some hilarious, some much less so, but their vastly diverse personalities would ultimately drive them apart. And the biggest difference between the two men was apparent for all their acquaintances to see – ambition. Dean had scarcely any and Jerry had enough for twenty men.

the early days on radio

Almost from the very beginning it was Jerry who handled business. Dean wasn’t interested. When people came to him with a proposition, regardless of how lucrative it might appear, Dean’s standard response was, ‘Talk to the Jew.’ So they did. From 1949-53 the duo enjoyed weekly acclaim on NBC Radio with their own show, and it was Jerry who set up the 1950-55 Martin & Lewis Show on the Colgate Comedy Hour on US television when the medium was just finding its legs. A decade later (in 1965) Dean (alone) would commence a 19 year TV career with his own show that was enormously popular world-wide.

Headlining at the Copa

In his youth Dean boxed under his real name (36 fights, 25 wins). In other words he was OK, but that’s all, and he knew it. He told friends that he used to fight under the name of ‘Kid Crochet’, but there is no record of that, so it was probably just Dean poking fun at himself. He also delivered bootleg liquor, and ran numbers and crap games for hoodlums whenever he needed money. It was mobster Frank Costello who booked Dean and Jerry at his Copacabana Night Club in 1948, the night Sinatra saw their act for the first time. ‘The Dago’s lousy, but the little Jew is great,’ were Frank’s first impressions. Indeed, most of the duo’s early engagements were at mob joints. Jerry was initially unaware of this, but Dean knew most of these guys from the old days. Even when they moved from the east coast to California, they did so with financial backing from gangster Mickey Cohen.

Dean’s son, Dean Paul Martin, revealed how his father nearly always had apple juice in his ‘booze’ glass when performing on stage with the ‘Rat Pack’ in Vegas, or on his highly successful television show, stating that his father could never have performed had he drank the liquor he seemed to be drinking. Known to his pals as Dino, Dean Junior formed a pop band called Dino, Desi & Billy that enjoyed some chart success in the sixties. Later, he  was briefly married to world figure skating champion Dorothy Hamill, but it ended in 1984. Tragically, Dino would die at just 35 when he flew his Phantom F-4 jet fighter into the San Bernardino Mountains during a snowstorm while serving in the National Guard in 1987. His devastated father never got over his death.

Dean & Frank

Dean and Frank Sinatra were close friends, despite Frank being something of a party animal and Dean, more often than not, happy to relax in his hotel suite with a few comic books or watching his favorite westerns. He also needed early nights so that he would be fresh and fit to pursue his passion – golf – next morning. Friends genuinely liked Dean’s easy-going good nature, his willingness to enjoy a good laugh and, above all, his naturally hilarious sense of humor. It was generally agreed by those who knew both Martin and Lewis that off-screen Dean was by far the funnier of the two, something that was not lost on Jerry for a moment. Jerry was far more serious, all business, business, business, and not much fun to be around. He also had a monumental ego that needed to be fed. The two men were bound to clash – and they did so, many times. A lot of people think they became life-long enemies following their break-up, but that is not quite so. They reunited a few times over the years, usually via the efforts of their pals, and eventually got back on friendly terms towards the end of Dean’s life.

with Marilyn

One of Dean’s many likeable qualities was his loyalty to friends. This was never more evident than when 20^th Century Fox decided to fire his pal Marilyn Monroe from their movie Something’s Got To Give in 1962, and replace her with Lee Remick. He reminded the studio that he had contractual approval of his co-star, and he would only continue with the picture if Marilyn was reinstated. She was. Sadly, she died before it could be completed. Despite this genuine display of support for Marilyn, Dean and all the Rat Pack members were banned from her funeral by her ex-husband Joe DiMaggio, presumably because he blamed them all (in varying degrees) for being responsible for introducing her to the Kennedys whom he blamed for her death.

DiMaggio at Marilyn’s funeral

In the sixties Dean played H.A.R.M. Agent Matt Helm in three spy spoofs called The Silencers, Murderer’s Row (both in 1966) and The Wrecking Crew (1968). Dean’s co-star in the third of these was the ill-fated beauty Sharon Tate. There was supposed to be a fourth in the popular series, to be called The Ravagers, but it was never made. Dean was so distraught over Sharon’s brutal murder at the hands of the Manson Gang in 1969, he refused to ever play Matt Helm again.

Sharon and Dean in The Wrecking Crew

Dean’s recording career was stellar indeed. Overall he had around 40 hit singles, most of them with Capitol Records, until he signed with Sinatra’s label Reprise in 1962. Surprisingly, he only had three Number Ones in his career – That’s Amore (1953), Memories Are Made of This (1956), and Everybody Loves Somebody (1964). After his break-up with Jerry, Dean quickly secured a singing/stand-up comic engagement at the Sands in Las Vegas and was an immediate success. For the next thirty years he did two six-week stints a year there for an annual fee of $300,000. The workload suited his golf game to perfection. Similarly, in 1965, when he was offered $40,000 a week for a single day’s work on his own TV show, he just couldn’t say no. By 1967, such was the show’s popularity, his pay packet had escalated to $285,000 an episode, an extraordinary amount for the time. Oddly, as Dean went from success to success and seemed to get funnier and funnier. Jerry, on the other hand, tried everything to recapture the success they once had, but he could not do so. Dean probably summed him up as well as anyone when he said: ‘At some point he said to himself, ‘I’m extraordinary. Like Charles Chaplin’. From then on, nobody could tell him anything. He knew it all.’

Dean lost interest in living after the death of his boy in 1987, and would only live another eight years. Sitting alone in his private booth at his favorite bar, quietly drinking, he would listen to his albums playing quietly in the background. When asked what he was doing he would reply, ‘waiting to die.’ After declining major liver and kidney surgery to prolong his life, Dean Martin passed away on Christmas Day, 1995. He was 78. Three days later the city of Las Vegas turned off the lights on the Strip for one minute as a sign of respect for the popular entertainer. The only previous time this had happened was when Sammy Davis Junior died.  

    

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: Once In A While"

Well hey there, pallies 

Looks like the smolderin' Summer heat is lettin' up!

August is windin' down...& dare I say it...Fall is slowly creepin' on in.

Now, tell me pals...what's a TRUE, TRUE Dino-holic s'posed to do...with what's left of a Cool Cool Summer?!

Well...what else, mi amici?!
Keep the Dino-ball rollin' with nother' hot & sultry SWOON by the One & ONLY King of CROON! Haha!!
That's what!
Haha!!

Or...is it the King of Cool?

Oh Well...either way pals...this week's Serenade, "Once In A While",  is nother' one of those great, great Summertime tunes...that REALLY heats thins' up & at the same time is sure to calm & relax your very soul!

I just am So So sure...that it set the mood on many a moonlit,  balmy night, in good ol' Stu'ville...for many young lovers!
Hahaha!!! 

I can picture a young...suave...Dino Crocetti serenadin' some lucky young chicalina with this very tune!

Now listen pals...Dean ain't askin' for much here. Just a quick thought every now & then.

I guess, pals...we all would like to think...that a once special someone thinks 'bout us...every now & then.

Maybe pals...just maybe...there's someone out there that you haven't seen in a while...and maybe...just maybe...THAT somebody might be worth a quick thought...as well.

At least...once in a while.

Enjoy! 

Tomorrow In Dino-history: August 30, 1969

Hey pallies, likes we loves! loves! loves! to find new sources of devotion to our Dino, and we loves even more to learn more 'n more details of our Dino's life, times, and teachin's includin' more historic dates in Dino-history.  Likes today we gets to do both of 'em at one Dino-time.  From the new-to-ilovedinomartin blog for Desert Radio Az KDAZ-db located in Hereford, AZ comes the noteworthy news that it was 51 years 'go on this date, August 30, in the year of our Dino 1969 that our great great man's great great al-b-um "Gentle On My Mind" went pure gold!

Gentle on My Mind was  produced by Jimmy Bowen and arranged by Ernie Freeman, and released in November 1968 on the Reprise label.

Likes the track listin' included 10---count 'em---10 delightful Dino-croons includin':

 "Not Enough Indians"
"That Old Time Feelin'"
"Honey"
"Welcome to My Heart"
"By the Time I Get to Phoenix"
"Gentle on My Mind"
"That's When I See the Blues (In Your Pretty Brown Eyes)"
"Rainbows Are Back in Style"
"Drowning in My Tears"
"April Again"

We shares with all youse Dino-holics  the front  cover coolest of cool Dino-pose as well as our Dino' havin' the bestest of best times croonin' this tune live on the Dino-show.  We thanks all the pallies at Desert Radio Az KDAZ-db for puttin' us on to this important date in Dino-history and addin' to our Dino-edification.  Likes to checks this out in it's original form, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-report.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters









In 1969 Dean Martin's album "Gentle On My Mind" is certified gold.

“Let me deal to him,“ Dean says.....

Hey pallies, likes today we gets a blast from the Dino-past coolly courtesy of the marvelous male mag GQ where while google divin'  for deep deep Dino-treasure we delightfully discovered a June 2007 awesome article from GQ, first published there in 1996, tagged "My Father's Fashion Tips" by Mr. Tom Junod.  (son Tom is pictured on the left and Father Leo on the right).  Tom is an American journalist and is the recipient of two National Magazine Awards from the American Society of Magazine Editors, the most prestigious award in magazine writing.

Today we fantastically feature extremely excitin' excerpts from Tom's powerfully potent prose that, of course,  awesomely accent his father Leo's encounters with our most most beloved Dino.  We are totally totally thrilled to fabulously feast on Tom sharin' of a noteworthy number of his daddy-o's first person experiences with our King of Cool...at the Copa where Dino and Jerry were makin' funnyand at our Dino's playground 'Vegas baby 'Vegas...both in a coffee shop and at a casino's blackjack table.

We here at ilovedinomartin lives to be able to impart such beautiful bits of Dino-lore to Dino-philes who gather 'round our little Dino-waterin' hole day by day and today's Dino-devotion is some stunnin'ly stellar Dino-remembrances that bring the biggest of big Dino-buddha grins to our faces, and so so much deep deep Dino-happiness as well.  We can't thank Mr. Tom Junod and all the pallies at GQ for these remarkable reflections on our Dino's encounters with Junod's father.  To checks this out in it's original source, likes simple clicks on the tag of this Dino-message.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters


My Father's Fashion Tips

As we celebrate fifty years of GQ, we look back at some of the greatest writing the magazine has published. In 1996, in a piece that was nominated for a National Magazine Award, Tom Junod wrote not only of his dad’s impeccable style but also of the secrets—and underwear rules—of a lost generation.


BY TOM JUNOD
June 7, 2007

As far as I know, my father never made a dime from his voice—but to put himself across. And when he went to see Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis one night at the Copa and Dino passed the microphone around to patrons and asked them to sing a verse, my father was prepared: He took the microphone in hand and sang to such effect that Dean Martin had to take it back. “Hey,“ Dino said, his voice whittled down to a point of low warning. “Hey,“ he said, glaring at my father over his shoulder, with a squint, with a glance of sudden, alarmed appraisal, sparked by his knowledge that there was now another man in the room, and to this man attention must be paid.

 “ 1957: My father goes to Vegas for the first time, in the year before my birth. He rents a convertible and drives across the Arizona desert with the top down, and by the time he gets there he is, well, black, and of course, and vibrant with the pulse of the elements themselves. He goes to a coffee shop, and Dean is there, and Dean recognizes him—a nod. And then the next day, my father goes down to the casino, to play at the blackjack table, and Dean walks over, tan like my father, but not of course as tan as my father, and asks the dealer to step aside. “Let me deal to him,“ Dean says (or maybe, preferably, “Let me deal to him“), and for the next twenty minutes that’s what he does—Dean Martin deals cards to Lou Junod. It’s just the two of them, two men wearing suits and shirts with French cuffs at twelve o’clock noon, in the middle of the freaking desert, and somewhere along the line it must occur to them—well, at the very least, it occurs to my dad—that they are men who very easily could have lived each other’s lives…which is why my father always told me never to ask for autographs (“They should be asking for your autograph“)

Dino "was a colossus in Las Vegas."

Hey pallies, likes we never ever tire of sweetly searchin' the incredible internet for  mucho more immensely incredible insights on the life, the times, and the teachin's of our most beloved Dino.  Today we are profoundly pleased to introduce all youse Dino-philes to the remarkable reflections of Mr. Greil Marcus, who wiki tells us "is an American author, music journalist and cultural critic. He is notable for producing scholarly and literary essays that place rock music in a broader framework of culture and politics."

Likes back in the year of our Dino 1992, Mr. Marcus supremely scribed an absolutely awesome rad review of Mr. Nick Tosches' bold bio of our King of Cool, "DINO" Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams."  Likes the review was tagged "DAYS BETWEEN STATIONS: ‘DINO’ (1992) and 'bout two years 'go it got reprinted in the blog "GreilMarcus.net," that showcases "some of the archived writings of critic Greil Marcus, pulled from as many sources as possible (magazines, newspapers, liner notes, books, fanzines, websites, podcasts, etc.) and posted in a more or less random fashion. This blog was created by Scott Woods with Greil Marcus’s knowledge and assistance."

Greil wonderfully weaves quotations  from Tosches' tome with his own intense insights. Likes pallies it's profound prose that is worthy of any Dino-phile's absolute total attention, so dudes prepare yourself to be awed yet once 'gain by our mighty marvelous majestic DINO!  We energetically extends our total thanks to Mr. Scott Woods who awesomely administers "GreilMarcus.net" and, of course, to premier proser Mr. Marcus himself.  To checks this out in it's original source, likes clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

August 30, 2018 by admin 

DAYS BETWEEN STATIONS: ‘DINO’ (1992)

Dean Martin turns seventy-five this month. For almost fifty years, since he first teamed up with Jerry Lewis for a nightclub act in 1946, he has been a sort of bad conscience of American show business: the “holy ghost of tastelessness,” Nick Tosches calls him in his deeply empathetic new biography, Dino(Doubleday). Yet when you try to fix the contours and dimensions of such a strange role, a great void seems to swallow all the details of Martin’s career—a black hole from which no light, which is to say no meaning, can escape. If anything is left, it is the specter of a drunken swain bestriding the Strip (the Sunset Strip, the Vegas Strip, it hardly matters), signifying nothing. It’s a specter that lacks only the quality of intent to stand as an authentically modernist work of art—the work of an artist who in any case could have taught the Sex Pistols something about nihilism.

Born Dino Crocetti, in Steubenville, Ohio, Martin started out as a Crosby-style crooner in Cleveland Mob joints in the late ’30s, and through the ’40s, as a singer, he was never more than that. He needed Lewis to rescue him from the small-time of an already dead genre, to draw out what Lewis would describe to Tosches as Martin’s “comic awareness… not just a sense of humor, but a sense of humor that applied to anyone and everything around him.” By 1951, with hit records and movies part of the package, Martin and Lewis were the biggest thing in the country: the most casual stud and gibbering moron imaginable, the pomaded Italian-American love god and the buck-toothed Jewish nerd as brothers under the skin. “Can you pay two men $9 million to say, ‘Did you take a bath this morning? “Why, is there one missing?'” says Lewis today. “Do you dare contemplate such a fuck-and-duck? Yet that’s what we did. We did that onstage, and they paid us $9 million.” But while Martin always got the girl, Lewis got the laughs, the praise, the credit—and sometimes Martin, too. You can hear it on their 1948 disc “That Certain Party” (included, along with most of Martin’s biggest numbers, on the CD Capitol Collectors Series—Dean Martin); when Martin tries to sing the song, Lewis’s idiot act makes Martin sound like the cretin, as if he’s too full of himself, seduced by his own plummy tones, to get the joke.The partnership dissolved in loathing in 1956, but by then Martin was in place. He scaled the charts: the catchy “Memories Are Made of This,” number one in 1955; the entrancing “Return to Me” in 1958, a moment of soul music; the lugubrious “Everybody Loves Somebody,” which knocked the Beatles out of the top spot in 1964. He made more than fifty movies, from sixteen flicks with Lewis to such serious pictures as Edward Dmytryk’s The Young Lions in 1958 (Martin’s character got to kill Marlon Brando’s: “All I ever killed in my other movies,” he said, “was time”) and Howard Hawks’s Rio Bravo in 1959, to the Matt Helm thrillers in the ’60s. He was a constant presence on television. Despite often not bothering to finish his songs onstage, he was a colossus in Las Vegas.

He was. You can’t make a case for the claim of the Dean Martin Story on our attention based on what it left behind. All together the songs and movies add up to mediocre culture and boundless renown—and one of those figures whose name elicits the response “Is he still alive,” Martin was, finally, overwhelmingly famous, though he was never exactly a celebrity, someone famous-­for-being-famous, not even near the end of his career as an entertainer known to all, hosting sleazy television celebrity roasts, walking through blank songs and stupid skits. Rather, he was famous for doing nothing.That was how it seemed. “No idler works harder,” film critic David Thom­son writes, “no drunk retains such timing.” Nearly every one of Martin’s movie co-workers whom Tosches spoke to said the same thing: he knew his own lines and everyone else’s. Nevertheless, what Martin communicated, in the moments for which he is most immediately and indelibly remembered, on record, on film, and onstage, was ease, effortlessness, repose—and something more, or something less. What he really communicated, as even in the midst of “Return to Me” a cloud of cynicism seems to rise from the preternatural smoothness of his phrasing, was that he didn’t care—and it is this that must be at the source of his appeal in his own time, and of his fascination today. “Dean, of course, had no use for any of this shit,” Tosches says, about something else, but as he retrieves Martin from his own silence—Martin has, Tosches notes, given one substantial interview in his entire career, to Oriana Fallaci—the line serves anywhere. It can finish a quote from Martin’s second wife, Jeanne Martin (“Dean doesn’t have an overwhelming desire to be loved. He doesn’t give a damn. He doesn’t get involved with people because he really isn’t interested in them”), or frame a comment on works and days, in this case the early ’50s:

[Dean] did not know the new and improved from the old and well-worn. Homer, Sorel-II the Mystic: it was all the same shit to him. The Trojan War, World War II, the Cold War, what the fuck did he care? His hernia was bigger than history itself. He cared as much about Korea as Korea cared about his fucking hernia. He walked through his own world. And that world was as much a part of what commanded those audiences as the catharsis of the absurd slapstick; and it would continue to command, long after that catharsis, like a forgotten mystery rite, had lost all meaning and power… Ajax was no longer a Homeric hero: he was the Comedy Hour‘s sponsor’s foaming cleanser, no longer a contender with Odysseus for the arms of Achilles, but a consort of Fab, which had itself transplanted Melville’s musings on “The Whiteness of the Whale” with the dictum “Whiter Whites without Bleaching.”

To not care and still be present—physically present in public, or spectral­ly present in the public imagination—is to take on a role that is not only strange but irreducible. It can be to make a black hole at the heart of culture itself, and this may be what Martin did, in moments—his work of art. Not caring, after all, is the other side of “a sense of humor that applied to anyone and everything.” “The world was a dirty joke to Dean,” Tosches says, “and he seemed to perceive it anew in every breath he took.” Describing Martin’s role in their act, Lewis called him “the leader, the boss”; what the boss perceived, when he looked at the world, may have been what Lewis described as his own role in the act: “…all of the other things that sat in that audience.”More than anyone, Lewis ought to know. It’s a commonplace that Buddy Love, Lewis’s cosmic lounge-lizard alter ego in The Nutty Professor, his best film, is a version of Martin—but so, I think, is Lewis’s Jerry Langford in Martin Scorsese’s The King of Comedy, the most complete, all-exits-barred American horror movie since Psycho. With that dead Jerry Langford face, erased of all emotion save the wish to kill, this time Lewis played his old partner not on the surface, but from the inside out.

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Interview, 1992 (month unknown)

Returning to the “voyeur song” by Dean Martin, whom my mother adored.......

Hey pallies, likes today we have yet 'nother delectable Dino-mention to share all 'cause our pallies at google Dino-'lerts keeps us here at ilovedinomartin up-to-Dino-date!  Today we stop by the online presence of the bodacious blog "VillageSoup • Knox County Maine" where contributor Dr. Ralph Doc Wallace in his prose "Words and culture" speaks his piece on the issue of political correctness  and just so happens to awesomely accent our darin' Dino in the process.  Likes as you read 'long it won't take youse long to realize that Dr. Wallace is obviously no fan of PC.

Likes Wallace's prose begin lettin' his readership know that recently he found himself "humming along with Dean Martin singing “Standing on the Corner” and how he was "thinkin’ – wow, this tune is probably way outside the politically correct acceptance of today’s cultural police."  Just to know how much pleasure this Doc  was havin' hummin' while our Dino was croonin' give us such Dino-pleasure as well.  And, likes it that was not 'nough Dino-delight, a bit later Dr. Wallace coolly confinds that his mother "adored" our most beloved Dino.

Musta be that mother Wallace passed her Dino-adoration on to her son and once 'gain we are profoundly please to know the incredible importance of one generation passin' on their Dino-devotion to the next...indeed that is wonderful way that will help each new generation to be beautifully brought into the Dino-fold.

We sez our thank you very much to Dr. Ralph Doc Wallace for openly and affirmatively liftin' up our Dino in  his wise words shared in the "VillageSoup."  To checks this out in it's original source and to read all of Dr. Wallace's thought provokin' reflections, once 'gain, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.  And, we just couldn't resist sharin' a youtube vid of our Dino and other members of the Rat Pack croonin' the tune, "Standing On The Corner."

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters


VillageSoup • Knox County Maine

Ralph Doc Wallace



Words and culture

By Doc Wallace | Aug 29, 2019


Driving down Route 1 recently and listening to golden oldies on the radio, I found myself humming along with Dean Martin singing “Standing on the Corner” – a 1950s pop song originated by the Canadian group The Four Lads. The lyrics go, “Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by. Brother, you can't go to jail for what you’re thinkin’ …” Suddenly, I caught myself thinkin’ – wow, this tune is probably way outside the politically correct acceptance of today’s cultural police. Just as Frank Loesser’s Christmas classic, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” written in 1944, is now excoriated by the PC warriors as invoking rape, I am sure that old Dino would be chastised for extolling voyeurism.

.....Returning to the “voyeur song” by Dean Martin, whom my mother adored.......