November 21, 2004
I've Got Your Love To Keep Me Warm
Dean Martin was such a hoss. Yes, I'm sitting by the pool in 70 degree weather in Florida, and I'm listening to Christmas Cocktails with two logs on the outdoor fireplace. Because it is now officially the Christmas Season, the frigging Joyous Season, and so I listen to Dean. And Julie. And Nat. I was a Deep Purple Head, a Humble Pie fan, in high school. I deserve this now.
Did I tell you about my encounter with Dino in the lobby of the Royal Orleans in New Orleans in 1967 when I was ten? Sure I did. It's in the archives somewhere. We bonded that day. I need more Dean. And perhaps a nice 1950 Hammond B3 organ.
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie...
If I had a nickel for every time I heard a "Did I ever tell you about the time in New Orleans..." But when you're ten... I haven't heard many of those. I'm not worthy.
And Dino is DA MAN.
Smoke on the water...
By the way, the only deep purple head I know is on the business end of my pelvic mounted love bazooka...
That reminds me, did I ever tell you about the time in that bar in New Orleans when I told the dancer that if she behaved she could see her reflection in it before the night was over?
Ahh yes... those days are but a shimmering blur in the rearview of my dimentia.
My father was chasing me out of strip clubs in New Orleans when I was ten. And those were real women, torch, unlike what you were copping a feel on.
Posted by: Velociman at November 21, 2004 10:41 PMAmen, brother. Dino is the only performer who could eclipse Frankie in his element.
Posted by: david at November 21, 2004 11:20 PMYou do raise an intriguing point (I think)... not quite sure where you're heading with it. But, then again, I am rather obtuse.
Me thinks you may be implying they were not real women, rather faux women. In the sense that "real" might betray the initial "feel." Sort of the whole Kinks LOLA thing...
I've gone bad... oh so bad... but (thank my stars) not THAT BAD. Never intended and never accidental...
Posted by: torchpraise at November 21, 2004 11:33 PMAnyway, I sense an unintended digression here.
That would be the result of too many Scotch and Sodas... on my end of the wire.
Bottom line: Cheers to Dino and your fond memories of his music, its place, and its time.
His olive oil voice and sense of COOL will be forever national treasures.
Amen.
Posted by: torchpraise at November 21, 2004 11:38 PMWhen you're swimmin' in a creek and an eel bites your cheek... that's a morayyyyyyyy
I see that we "read" the same pictorial magazine. May not be real women in the non-air-brushed sense of the word, but women indeed.
Posted by: Marcus at November 22, 2004 12:50 AM"Pelvic-mounted love bazooka?" GUFFAW!
P.S. Dino totally is DA MAN.
Posted by: Margi at November 22, 2004 4:38 AMDino was great, but a serious alcoholic.
Posted by: sama at November 22, 2004 10:12 AM