Michael Stevenson's gallery in Cape Town has played host to a series of widely acclaimed solo and group exhibitions, most of which have been accompanied by catalogues. In March the photographs of Billy Monk will be featured. Monk worked as a bouncer at the Les Catacombs Club in Cape Town in the late 1960s and photographed many of the revelers in obvious comfort of their environment and station. Sorta looks like the last PCL Holiday Party.
North meets South (America) on the 1957 album The Good Neighbors Jazz featuring Brazilians Moacir Peixoto and Casé, with Major Holley and Jimmy Campbell of Woody Herman's Big Band.. Simple yet satisfying.
Mamie Van Doren is of course a favorite for any PCL'er. I know it's often considered rude to discuss a woman's age. But, I don't think Mamie cares much about such earthly things, since she just have embarked a new career as a country singer. In three days this force of nature will celebrate her 80th birthday. It's a strange feeling listening to the lyrics for her song carrying her own name. The baddest bad girl in town chares a few biographical notes. That Edward G. Robinson's kisses tasted cigar smoke may come as no surprise to anyone. But you shall remember that he died 38 years ago at the age of 80. She dated Howard Hughes in 1940s. Well, she has dated them all! Mamie Van Doren has been around - and she has been around for a loooong time. Of course she is no teenager. And perhaps she is no exceptional country singer. And maybe, just maybe, Mamie wasn't as good actress as Marilyn. Who cares! 79 years old she's out with a new country album, she has her own wine label and she's a serial blogger and facebook-heroine. And she's as platinum blonde as ever. Mamie is an icon, lives her life like she was 22. And her boobs just gets bigger and bigger ... She's a winner!
Oh,. I finally get it - the Grass Roots. And hey! Jimmy Durante! Met him when I was 10. The reason I'm posting this, though, is that the stripey shirted lad is Creed Bratton of The Office. I know you all know this already, but indulge me anyway. Or, live for today, if you will.
This first film is an archive.org special, so watch it and bone-up to what your eyes are all about. Related to it my mother was walking through downtown Chicago when she was young, (1935-45, she had me late) and got a piece of steel in her eye from a construction site, which was removed with a strong magnet. It left her iris permanently stained and she had one green and one blue eye as a result.
Next up is part one of Un Chien Andalou. I saw this in college, in a film class, but I already knew what was coming at the 1:05 mark. A couple of years later, I went to see David Bowie (the tour after Stage) and he opened the show with it. The audience were seemingly not film students/buffs, because when the razor scene happened the entire Philadelphia Spectrum screamed like someone had opened fire on them from the stage. Needless to say the crowd spent the remaining 11 minutes somewhere between recovery and WTF?!?!
Lastly, here is one of my eyes, for you to use as a reference:
Reference, for what I dunno, but have it.
Hooray for she-who-sees-all! (and gripes about it)
You can find both sides of the Androidss' fantastic 1981 single "Aukland Tonight" – plus a history of the band – over at Last Days of Man on Earth. Pump it up.