Category Archives: Entertainment

La cosa nostra

Loosely translated: our thing. Last night, the “thing” was Godfather III. Awesome.

Its opening solo trumpet theme has become one of the most familiar pieces of music from any film score in history:

The Hollywood Reporter described it as “so instantly recognizable that an audience could probably identify it simply from the melancholy sound of its first sustained vibrato trumpet note.” Perhaps that’s why they placed it at #1 on the list of their “Top 100 Film Scores” of all time. Cool.

And even though I’ve watched the penultimate scene on the opera house steps a hundred times, I still bawl. The three weirdos who came to my house to watch it with me didn’t seem to mind, though. Zany creatures, they:

Caesar, Schminky and Abe

The pizza, the movie, the conversation…all good.

Fink, to the showers and then the school house

Phil Spectacle

Phil Spector's mug shotYou have to wonder why they do it; why otherwise successful people would throw it all away by committing felonies. I do not get it. I mean, desperadoes and career criminals, yes. People who have lost everything and exhausted their last straw, yes. I can see that path. But it doesn’t figure with Phil Spector — the “Wall of Sound” boy wonder who became a millionaire at 21 years old.

For those who don’t know what the”Wall of Sound” technique sounds like, just listen to any Spector-produced record, especially from the 60s (“You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling” by the Righteous Brothers, “Da Doo Ron Ron” by the Crystals, “Be My Baby” by the Ronettes, and “River Deep, Mountain High” by Ike & Tina Turner).

Truthfully, I never much liked the WoS. And I *hated* it in “The Long & Winding Road” (and reportedly, so did Paul McCartney), which Spector produced.

What I didn’t know was how many hit songs the guy wrote. I had no idea he was behind “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling,” “Chapel of Love” and “To Know Him is to Love Him.” And while his résumé as a producer is impressive by any standard, his bio reveals some huge problems — stuff people should have seen coming.

Possibly the most bizarre thing about Phil was his choice of hair apparatus. Hilarious. Courtesy Getty Images, I put together a little montage:

And from bizarre to disturbing…this photo was taken in 1975, with Spector’s bodyguard, a former federal marshal. I didn’t notice the haircut stolen from a standard poodle as much as I did the pointing of a gun at a camera:

Pictures from his trial often revealed him as looking heavily sedated. Maybe he was under the influence when the murder happened at his house that night, who knows. If he gets the full 15 years for killing Lana Clarkson, he will be 84 when he gets out. What a waste. As is customary, his lawyers are appealing the 2nd degree murder charge and the sentence. Still, while all that goes on, he sits in jail.

So much talent, so much money…and now look. Have you ever said anything similar to, “Man, if I had that much money and such a perfect life, I would never be so stupid as to get myself into that kind of trouble” ?? I have. I mean, I know money can’t buy you happiness. But it can sure as heck buy you a lot of things that can make you happy, ya know? Actually, I’ve never had money, so I don’t know — and the folks in the cheaper seats can clap their hands in agreement. The rest of you can just rattle your jewelry.

:-)

FO

RtB guts & other news

Sometimes I am amazed by how it all works, you know? Today, I installed a new version of the WordPress software I use to write my blog posts. The changelog for the update was gi-normous;  many cool features were added.

In an effort to be completely transparent, Rockin’ the Bourgeoisie will lift up her skirt today and show her knees. Or guts, as the case may be.  I’ve used Blogger software before, and once I had a LiveJournal site, but I don’t have any experience with the other blogging packages offered by TypePad, Moveable Type or others. WordPress does it for me, mostly because it’s soooper easy. Here’s a screen shot of today’s post in progress:

As you can see, the user interface is clean and simple. Me likey. As geeky as I like to think I am sometimes, it’s clear by the screen shot that *anyone* — even those who don’t own cell phones — can navigate blog software. :-)

I love downloading groovy things. Just a couple of days ago, I installed a feature on my Storm called “Picture Dial.”  For the numbers you call/text the most, touch the picture and you’re connected. How cool is that?

Right. In other news…

MAAAAAAAAAAD MENNNNNNNNN

starts on 16 August, just in time for Stoney’s birthday. What a gift! And RtB superfriend Bando is laid up right now, after some minor surgery…I trust that this news will make her jump out the bed and do the watusi. I don’t remember being this excited for a season premiere since the days of Dallas and Knots Landing. Color me tres excite.

Oh, yeah.

Why the Cleveland Indians Can’t Win

Um, wait…I just realized I DON’T HAVE ALL DAY.

In other horribly sad news: Dom DeLuise died.

“All hail Caesar, Emperor of Rome! Monarch of the Roman Empire! Ruler of the worrrrld…” HAAA. I have to tell you I own History of the World, Part I. I’m ashamed to admit it. It’s so ridiculously, um, Mel Brooks. Anyway, DeLuise’s portrayal of Julius Caesar in that film is one of my all-time faves.

I also remember how he used to crack Dean Martin up. And I always crack up myself when I see him doing his Marlon Brando impression in Robin Hood: Men in Tights.

His laugh killed me…he was someone who, when he laughed, you couldn’t resist laughing yourself. Check it out. He just seemed to enjoy life, enjoy his career. He looked like he loved everything.

Dangit. He was funny. Unlike the Indians…

We’re off! Fink out.

Sometimes I like Mondays.

Like today, for instance. While most everyone else goes back to work, I don’t. I like that. Actually, I am going to work, but not because I have to. Am I mental?

And sometimes, I must admit that I experience a bit of schadenfreude. Actually, I did this morning. Sorry, fiends: I have little tolerance for our boy Kanye West (sorry Kodye). For the record, I also hate the moronic South Park, but I gotta tell ya I laughed when I read that West got his comeuppance from the SP writers when they lampooned (read: lambasted) him on Wednesday’s episode for being completely and utterly out of touch, arrogant and narcissistic.

And honestly — “KanyeUniverseCity.com” ??? Who thought up that gem? Hmmm. Bet I know.

All right. In his defense, he appears to have taken the South Park slam to heart (bout time, Yeezy), by saying in his blog, in all CAPS (which I won’t do here):

[I need to] get past myself. I just want to be a doper person which starts with me not always telling people how dope I think I am.”

Well. There it is.

Head-scratcher: It took an idiotic, perverse cartoon to convince him that he’s a schmuck? And please, don’t post the Andy Kauffman “it’s all an act” theory. I will blast you. Too much evidence to the contrary. But again…some of his antics are borderline entertaining. Can you get through the following video (shot in Paris after he debuted his Louis Vuitton-inspired sneakers at a fashion show) without thinking “man on crack?”

Heh. Silly, but not surprising, coming from a guy who says his only regret is not being able to watch himself perform live.

Kanye, baby — there’s gotta be a way. Keep working on it.

FO