1) They shouldn't.Bensell wrote:I guess this is as good a thread as any for this: Fred Phelps dead.
How Should Gays Eulogize Fred Phelps?
Barring that...
2) Respectfully. Golden rule over golden casket shower.
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1) They shouldn't.Bensell wrote:I guess this is as good a thread as any for this: Fred Phelps dead.
How Should Gays Eulogize Fred Phelps?
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mister d wrote:Couldn't have pegged me better.
EnochRoot wrote:I mean, whatever. Johnnie's all hot cuz I ride him.
He also was on a handful of episodes of "Law & Order," mostly as a defense attorney or doctor. He was also in the MIchael Douglas/Sean Penn movie, "The Game."govmentchedda wrote:What do I remember that guy from? He's been in a ton of stuff, but I know there's a role I'm thinking of. Never mind, got it. He's the guy who calls Stiller, "Florence Nightengale" in Meet the Parents.
wlu_lax6 wrote:Dave Brockie, but you may know him as Oderus Urungus. Considering he was born about 43 billion years ago on a planet called Scumdogia, not a bad run (50-year old human form is a bit less impressive).
Johnny Carwash wrote:Veteran character actor James Rebhorn, who was to bureaucratic assholes what Olivier was to Shakesperean protagonists.
This guy:
soccer insider wrote:“The Miracle of Castel di Sangro: a Tale of Passion and Folly in the Heart of Italy,” by Joe McGinniss (Broadway Books, published in 2000). The acclaimed author’s death two weeks ago stirred memories of his colorful work about a lower-tier club from a remote village that reached new heights. The book introduced a memorable cast of characters and chronicled both the passion and darkness of calcio.
Don't know how I missed this one.wlu_lax6 wrote:Joe McGinniss
Okay this name means nothing to most of you. However, Joe wrote an AMAZING soccer book. I just saw this in a WaPo soccer insider post.
soccer insider wrote:“The Miracle of Castel di Sangro: a Tale of Passion and Folly in the Heart of Italy,” by Joe McGinniss (Broadway Books, published in 2000). The acclaimed author’s death two weeks ago stirred memories of his colorful work about a lower-tier club from a remote village that reached new heights. The book introduced a memorable cast of characters and chronicled both the passion and darkness of calcio.
Funny guy, but you just knew he wasn't built for the long haul.
I bet Reggie did it.wlu_lax6 wrote:Archie
Why? He's not a super hero; I don't see why the series has to end with some sort of heroic death. Can't they just have him and Betty or Veronica get married and start a malt shop or whatever the fuck they do? I can't imagine flat-out killing him off going over well with the type of people who still read Archie comics (are there any?)wlu_lax6 wrote:Archie
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It's only happening in a series that is designed for adult readers. Which means they have decided to wrap that particular arc up.Johnny Carwash wrote:Why? He's not a super hero; I don't see why the series has to end with some sort of heroic death. Can't they just have him and Betty or Veronica get married and start a malt shop or whatever the fuck they do? I can't imagine flat-out killing him off going over well with the type of people who still read Archie comics (are there any?)wlu_lax6 wrote:Archie
If they're going to do it, though, the only acceptable way would be for him to get hacked to death by a deranged lunatic who can't get "Sugar Sugar" out of his head.
Just saw this. I loved The Young Ones and Black Adder and a big reason of it was Rik Mayall.sancarlos wrote:Back in the mid-1980s, I was a big fan of the English situation comedy, The Young Ones, which featured among others, Rik Mayall, and played on MTV in those days. Dead today at age 56. The guy was awesome. He was in lots of other stuff, too, mostly British, notably The Black Adder.
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Bob Welch was a damned good pitcher for both the Dodgers and the Athletics. By all accounts I've read, a good and well-liked man, too. He fought alcoholism, and wrote a frank autobiography discussing it. RIP.AB_skin_test wrote:Bob Welch, last 25-game winner.
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I'm not a big Womack fan. But this was one of my favorite soul songs back in the day. As good as several by the Four Tops and Temps that hit. I never understood how it didn't get a lot of play. I think it was used -- well before Jackie Brown -- in the NYC-cop-mafia movie of the same name, starring Yaphet Kotto and Anthony Quinn.howard wrote:Bobby Womack, dead at 70
Severely underappreciated talent. Should've been a huge crossover star, white folks never did catch on. Wrote tons of hits for other artists as well, including the Rolling Stones' first #1 record (I Used To Love Her, But) It's All Over Now. Y'all may know this tune used over the opening and closing credits of the film Jackie Brown.
I have a couple of guesses. First, the classic Motown sound was pretty much in the past by 1973; The Four Tops had not had a big hit in a couple of years, The Temptations had done their final #1 hit, Papa Was A Rolling Stone the year before. Motown had moved to Los Angeles, were pushing Diana Ross and Stevie Wonder and their leading edge of R+B hits was a significantly different kind of single than Across 110th Street. Second, more important, Womack was not a Motown artist; this great tune was released by United Artist Records, a crap label that probs had no clue how to push the soul single, being more versed in Broadway/movie soundtracks and jazz records. (I dealt with these UA clowns back in the 70s--one of their acts was Brinsley Schwarz, a UK band whose members formed the core of Graham Parker's backing band The Rumour. But I digress--I just never liked that label.)DC47 wrote:As good as several by the Four Tops and Temps that hit. I never understood how it didn't get a lot of play.
The Big Bands certainly began to die off after the war. But even into the mid-60s there were functioning professional Big Bands in many parts of the country. Certainly the east coast. By the 70s though, times were tough. The big-name Basie and Ellington bands even down-sized a bit, and couldn't fill their calendars. That meant that all the lesser bands were dead or scuffling. I played one night with the Thad Jones-Mel Lewis band. Dee Dee Bridgwater handling the vocals. This was a crack outfit. To me, the best of the era. But it was shocking what they had to do to make a living circa 1974. They blew up a few years later.howard wrote:Jazz trombone--that is tough, not much work to be found. Not since the Big Bands died after ww2. The funk bands that had success, Tower of Power, Earth Wind and Fire, Blood Sweat and Tears, James Brown and Sly Stone, few and far between. Average White Band, Gap Band, Cold Blood (which used the Tower guys half the time.) Even Mic Gillette of Tower played trumpet/flugelhorn. And Southside Johnnie, Chicago, on the rock side.
Probably a good idea. I was so disgusted with the state of music back then that I took up bluegrass guitar when I moved to Northern California. You could play with just a banjo player -- no need for a larger band to get the right sound. That musical genre was equally dead from a commercial point of view, but I was beyond the dream of being a professional musician by then.Could've switched to bass guitar. My trombone-playing buddy did that (and went to med school for a day job, but he still plays out with a rock cover band, and occasionally whips out the 'bone.)
I'm envious! I wish I had seen him in person to grasp how he was playing bebop lines at a Parker temp on a trombone. I hear the recordings, but can't figure out how he did it. King Oliver and Louis Armstrong were said to have played with their valves covered with a handkerchief when they were back in New Orleans. They didn't want to give up their fingering secrets. But JJ couldn't have pulled that off with a trombone. I'm still curious. Perhaps I'll go off now to ramble through youtube in search or a rare clip of JJ playing bebop so I can try to discern what he knew that I could only guess at.ETA: almost forgot, I heard JJ Johnson play, somewhere back then in LA. I remember I impressed my dad, who had crossed paths with Johnson back in NYC in the 40s. (My dad was a working musician when he was a kid, but dropped to go to school and a get a straight career.)