Saturday, May 23, 2015

Dean Martin’s great grandchild and heir to the Martin family name

Hey pallies, likes often we finds the most interestin' Dino-details in the most unusual of places. A few ago while doin' our usual 20 or so pages of google blog Dino-searchin' we came 'cross a blog tagged "
Fangasm!  When Academics Goes To Hollywood." where Miss Lynn Zubernis scribed an in depth review of the episode, "The Weight: Sam and Dean and The Things They Carried,"  of the American fantasy horror television series "Supernatural," Miss Zubernis "is a clinical psychologist and professor at West Chester University.  She is also Area Chair for Stardom and Fandom for the Southwest Popular Culture Association."

What coulda our most beloved Dino have to do with a review of an episode of "Supernatural?"   That's a quire we asked ourselves as we waded through this lengthy prose and we found our near the end, not as part of the original essay, but as a response to the review by one of the actors starrin' in the TV series.

Miss Zubernis expresses  concern with some of the nicknamin' that goes on in the show, and Mr. Travis Aaron Wade, who plays the role of Cole Trenton responds, and there in comes the Dino-reference.  Seems that Travis is tight pallies with our most beloved Dino's most beloved grandboy pallie Alexander Gunther Martin, and in his response to Miss Zubernis he mentions not one, but two completely cool ways he has honored his friendship with Alexander.  The part of Travis' reply that is Dino-fcoused is printed below.

In the midst of all this homagin' of our most beloved Dino, we discover that Mr. Wade has been honored to be asked to be Godfather to Alexander soon to be born boypallie....the Dino-legacy continues!  You can read all the cool details below.   We are so so totally delighted that Mr. Travis Aaron Wade took the time to share his personal connection with our Dino's grandboypallie Alexander and that we coulda shares it with all youse Dino-philes.  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this here  Dino-report.   Dino-learnin' and Dino-growin', DMP

From Travis Aaron Wade (who plays the role of Cole Trenton on "Supernatural)

And we all know that once nicknames are given, then they stay with you the rest of your life, so even if Cole and Sam were to become best friends, he would still use those names.  No longer to degrade or harm but now out of love and respect.
Alexander Martin Picture

One of my closest friends in my life is Alex Martin.  The grandson of the legendary Dean Martin.  Recently, he and his wife Megan honored me with the title of Godfather to their unborn son who is due in 6 weeks.  When I shot Alcatraz I honored my buddy and his family name by giving the nickname “paley” to my co-star Graham Shiels.  Dean Martin use to call all his friends “paley” on a regular basis.  So this time around it seemed fitting to honor the announcement of being named Godfather to Dean Martin’s great grandchild and heir to the Martin family name, by respectfully giving the nickname “Deano” to the great character that Jensen Ackles has created in Dean Winchester.  I couldn’t imagine a bigger honor.

Friday, May 22, 2015

"......Thank you, Dean! Love your work.”

Hey pallies, likes almost yearly we here at ilovedinomartin celebrate June 5, 1964 as a stunnin'ly significant day in all of Dino-history.  Likes it was on that date almost 51 years 'go that our most beloved Dino's hostin' of the Hollywood Palace variety show became show biz history as our Dino introduced musical guest artists "The Rolling Stones," by sayin' these now most famous lines....."Now.....somethin' for the youngsters. Five singin' boys from England who sold a lot of al-b-ums.   Albums. They're called the Rollin' Stones. I'VE BEEN ROLLED WHEN I WAS STONED MYSELF. So, I don't know what they're singin''bout, but there they are at."

Well, yesterday as we opened our email and found a google Dino-'lert we were sent to the on-line presence of the San Diego Union-Tribute where scriber Mr. George Varga shares the post, "Rolling Stones soar at surprise L.A. show."  It's full of wonderful words 'bout the Rolling Stones' May 20 performance at "the intimate Fonda Theatre in Hollywood."  If you clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram you will be taken to the original postin' where you can read it in total.

What really caught our Dino-attentionado was how Mr. Mick Jagger made reference to our most beloved Dino in his comments to the gathered crowd.  As you will note below Jagger said,  “And Taylor Swift is here with Dean Martin. Thank you, Dean! Love your work.”  Image that pallies after almost 51 years after our Dino's rollin' of the Stones on "The Hollywood Palace," the Stones' leader Mr. Mick Jagger rolled back!

Likes how remarkable rad is that dudes?!?!?!?!  Mick Jagger givin' a  notable nod to our King of Cool.   We loves how Mr. Jagger after all these years homaged our Dino in this coolest of cool way....provin' that the Dino-light keeps glowin' brighter and brighter with each passin' day.  ilovedinomartin salutes Mr. Mick Jagger for his stunnin' shout out to our most beloved Dino and to Mr. George Varga for sharin' in in print!   Dino-awed, DMP  btw pallies, we couldn't resist sharin' a youtube vid of that most famous of famous moments in Dino-history!

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“We haven’t been in Los Angeles in a couple of years,” Jagger said, referring to the band’s 2013 Fifty & Counting tour. “It’s a little bit smaller here than (at) the (20,000-capacity) Staples Center.

He then jokingly referred to a number of celebrities in the audience, several of whom — most notably Clark Gable — are long deceased. “And Taylor Swift is here with Dean Martin. Thank you, Dean! Love your work.”

Longtime fans surely savored the jab at Martin. The Rolling Stones appeared on his ABC variety show, “Hollywood Palace,” in June 1964, when Martin took pot shots at the band members’ then-unfashionably long hair. The fact that the theater where “Hollywood Palace” was shot is only blocks away from the Fonda was surely not lost on Jagger.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Martin, gamely playing an unsavory, ungentlemanly version of his screen persona, is also delightful.

Hey pallies, likes havin' a while back shared( SEE HERE) Mr. Stuart Galbraith IV's review of the new edition of "At War With The Army" recently released, we thought we would do a bit of searchin' at "DVDtalk" to see if he has reviewed other Dino-classics, and we were delighted that Stu as well has shared a review of the recently re-released "Kiss Me Stupid."

While Galbraith's report on "At War With The Army" was, for good reason, mixed, we are pleased as punch that his review of "KMS" (likes a number of recently shared reviews here) is extremely extremely enthusiastic...and likes how cool is that?!?!?!?!  Early in his poetic prose, Stu raves 'bout this long-before-it's-time Dino-epic sayin'...."Rather, fifty years on, Kiss Me, Stupid seems more impressive, more adult, more darkly witty than ever."

We encourage all youse Dino-philes to read each and every one of his wisely written and well chosen words.   'Gain we express our heart-felt Dino-appreciation to Mr. Stuart Galbraith and the folks at' DVDtalk" for doin' their part to get most unappreciated Dino-classic into the hands of the masses.
To checks this out in it's original format, as usual, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-report.
Dino-delightedly, DMP

Kiss Me, Stupid (Blu-ray)
Olive Films // Unrated // February 17, 2015 // Region A
List Price: $29.95

Review by Stuart Galbraith IV | posted February 25, 2015

DVD Talk Collector Series

Billy Wilder's Kiss Me, Stupid (1964) was quite scandalous in its day. It was condemned by the Catholic Legion of Decency*, and co-producer/distributor United Artists chose to slip it under the radar through subsidiary Lopert Films, which specialized in foreign films and disreputable B-movies. The ending was substantially altered for the American market, and a few other, minor trims were made as well.

People still use adjectives like "vulgar," "smutty," and "sleazy" to describe it, though content-wise there's nothing in it that couldn't play on commercial television in the middle of the afternoon. Rather, fifty years on, Kiss Me, Stupid seems more impressive, more adult, more darkly witty than ever. It's the missing link between Wilder's The Apartment (1960) and his brilliant, criminally underrated Avanti! (1972). And while the more conservative, sentimental The Apartment (1960) gets all the love, Kiss Me, Stupid is in many respects a superior picture, despite a major casting problem about more of which later. (It obliterates Wilder's earlier, very tame, and boring "classic" covering similar territory, 1955's The Seven Year Itch.)

Despite zero extra features (Why?), Olive Films' Blu-ray of Kiss Me, Stupid is one of the best releases this year. The high-def transfer is very nearly perfect, light years ahead of MGM's earlier DVD. Further, it not only includes Wilder's original, preferred ending, but also three recently recovered bits originally included only in the international version.

Famous crooner Dino (Dean Martin, essentially playing a lecherous extreme of his established screen persona), following a closing night performance at the Sands in Las Vegas, hops aboard his Dual-Ghia convertible and heads toward Los Angeles, where he's scheduled to headline a TV special.

A detour mandated by the Highway Patrol ("Whatsamatta," asks Dino, "That Sinatra kid missing again?") takes him off the beaten path to Climax, Nevada, where he's recognized by gas station attendant Barney Millsap (Cliff Osmond), the lyricist half of an amateur songwriting team. His partner is local piano teacher Orville J. Spooner (Ray Walston), the chronically, insanely jealous husband of attractive but loyal Zelda (Felicia Farr), who on this very day is making preparations to celebrate the couple's Fifth Wedding Anniversary.

Barney disables Dino's car so that he's forced to remain in the small desert town overnight, time enough, Barney hopes, to persuade Dino to buy some of his and Orville's songs. ("That's Amore," exclaims Barney, "Two million copies!") Orville, however, is deeply concerned randy Dino will put the make on Zelda. Barney hatches a plan worthy of Ralph Kramden: Orville will pick a fight with Zelda, get her out of the house, and replace her with another Zelda, impersonated by local waitress/prostitute Polly the Pistol (Kim Novak, very sexy). That way no harm, no foul: Dino can have his way with Orville's "wife" and, in turn, be compelled to buy one of Barney and Orville's songs.

Kiss Me, Stupid was a troubled production. Wilder and co-writer I.A.L. Diamond conceived the role of Orville Spooner with Jack Lemmon (Felicia Farr's real-life husband) in mind, but Lemmon was unavailable. Wilder then cast rising British talent Peter Sellers and the movie began shooting. A full six weeks into filming (probably around half or two-thirds of the picture) Sellers, in search of the "ultimate orgasm" with new wife Britt Ekland, took a bunch of poppers and, over the course of three hours, suffered eight (!) heart attacks. Rather than wait many months in the hope that Sellers would recover, Wilder started over from scratch with Ray Walston (Damn Yankees, South Pacific) now playing Orville. Myriad stills exist of Sellers as Orville but apparently all of the footage Wilder shot with Sellers was destroyed. (People at MGM have searched for any surviving material, to no avail.)

Though it would certainly be fascinating to see how Sellers's interpretation of Orville differed from Walston's, the more critical question is how Jack Lemmon might have played him. Based on Lemmon's work on other Wilder films before and after, probably his Orville would have been less broadly the caricature of a jealous husband. Lemmon's would have been supremely neurotic and excitable, but also more recognizably human and sympathetic. Add to that, Lemmon was an accomplished pianist (Walston's playing was faked) and, of course, because he was married to Farr that relationship would have benefitted from that additional layer of verisimilitude.

Walston, while technically fine, is a like a road company version of the character. This is especially obvious in all his early scenes, where he's merely the insanely jealous husband with no shading. Physically, too, Walston was all wrong. Small and wiry, Walston had beady, steely little eyes and projected an overbearing air of domination, a little guy compensating for his size by acting like a bully who knew everyone's weaknesses. This was ideal for his role as one of Lemmon's superiors in The Apartment but entirely wrong for Kiss Me, Stupid. (Among past and future Wilder players that would have seemed more obvious third choices: Fred MacMurray, Walter Matthau, and, against type, Tony Curtis.)

And yet, the brilliance of Wilder and Diamond's screenplay eventually trumps this shortfall. Kiss Me, Stupid gradually works up a lot of steam, moving in unexpected directions that compensate for Walston's limitations while playing to some of his strengths.

Sublimely, though Orville is all but pimping out his wife (actually Polly), the two develop a strangely touching relationship amidst Dino's openly amorous advances. Polly discovers that she enjoys living, if only temporarily, as an ordinary housewife, and she's genuinely touched by Orville's involuntary, instinctive need to protect his "wife," even if she really isn't. Orville and Polly hilariously send Dino wildly mixed signals, making him hornier and more openly lustful while Orville becomes more hesitant and protective.

(Spoilers) The real Zelda, utterly confused by Orville's strange behavior, uncharacteristically picking a fight with her to send her, briefly, home to her "Godzilla" of a mother, winds up in Polly's trailer. Eventually, she embarks on a fully-aware tryst with Dino, he mistaking her for Polly the Pistol. The cut U.S. release version confusingly obscures this, adding a scene to suggest that, no they actually didn't do that, while leaving enough of the original cut in to imply, for those reading between the lines that, yes, in fact they did. But the international cut, seen here, is far superior because, as so often happens in Wilder's comedies, the balance of the universe is fully restored at the end: Dino enjoys sex with Zelda, an ardent fan of the singer. She enjoys the fantasy of being a prostitute for a single night, happily passing along the $500 Dino leaves for her to Polly, who needs the money to get out of the racket. Polly finds the strength to leave Climax through Orville's innate kindnesses, and through vicariously experiencing normal, married life (including sex) with him for a single evening. Barney and Orville even become big-time songwriters at the end.**

All this is both less subtle and more adult and refreshingly direct than The Apartment's quite similar narrative. It's also funnier. It's packed to the gills with subtle, easy-to-miss, but ultimately hilarious double-entendres. When Barney delivers Polly he cautions Orville, "You don't have to start on the piano right away!" Orville, suspecting Zelda is having an affair with the local dentist (Mel Blanc): "'Tender gums!' That's a hell of a thing to say to a married woman." Orville, showing Polly around his house, before she's apprised of the scheme: "It's not large, but it's clean." Polly, confused: "What is?" In the darkened bedroom, Orville to Polly: "Put on my wife's dress - that's the only way this'll work!"

As Polly, Kim Novak is exactly right playing a difficult combination of emotions: vaguely unhappy but not defeated, innocent but worldly. She's every bit as good as Shirley MacLaine in The Apartment, maybe better. Martin, gamely playing an unsavory, ungentlemanly version of his screen persona, is also delightful. Virtually held captive by marginally talented misfits obsessed with latching onto Dino's star, the film parallels in some respects Martin Scorsese's darker but not dissimilar The King of Comedy (1983) which, of course, co-starred Martin's old partner, Jerry Lewis, playing a variation of his persona. In both Kiss Me, Stupid and Wilder's The Fortune Cookie, Cliff Osmond prove himself to be an extremely funny character actor. Why he didn't have a major career in films is as tragic as it is mystifying.

Adding to the film is its music, both the amusing background score by André Previn and the hilarious Tin Pan Alley numbers Barney and Orville have cooked up: "Pretzels in the Moonlight," "Save Me the Last Bossa Nova," "Two Coins in the Fountain," and "Gently Baby, It's Mother's Day" are among the titles glimpsed as sheet music. Incredibly, these were not original compositions but rather previously unpublished songs by George and Ira Gershwin.

Video & Audio

Filmed in Panavision and in black-and-white, Olive's HD master of Kiss Me, Stupid, provided by MGM, looks perfect, extraordinarily crisp and film-like throughout, with great blacks and outstanding contrast. It's one of, if not the, best-looking HD transfers of a black-and-white ‘scope film on Blu-ray to date. As noted above, like the earlier DVD it retains the far superior ending from the international version, while adding three short bits (probably totaling less than a minute) elsewhere. DVD Savant's excellent review details these additions. The DTS-HD Master Audio mono (with no other language options or subtitles) is likewise strong. None of the Extra Features created for MGM's earlier DVD release have been ported over, a real shame.

Parting Thoughts

One of Billy Wilder's most overlooked and misunderstood films, Kiss Me, Stupid's reputation has for good reason steadily risen through the years. It's slightly flawed but still hilarious and adult, and Olive's presentation is superb. A DVD Talk Collector Series title.

* Wikipedia's entry on the film claimed it "the first American film to be so designated since Baby Doll in 1956," but that's incorrect. A few others were, including Hitchcock's Psycho (1960) - and two other Wilder films, Love in the Afternoon (until its ending was changed, 1957) and Some Like It Hot (1959).

**The last scene has everyone in town watching Dino's special, huddled on the sidewalk around an appliance store with TVs in its display window. This is pure speculation, but considering that throughout the film the point is made that people explicitly go there to watch the town's only color television set, I suspect Wilder intended to have the black-and-white movie switch to triumphant color at the end, as Dino performs Barney and Orville's song. Instead, despite all that's said about the single color TV earlier, Wilder opted for a dozen or so black-and-white sets in the display window instead.

Stuart Galbraith IV is the Kyoto-based film historian and publisher-editor of World Cinema Paradise. His credits include film history books, DVD and Blu-ray audio commentaries and special features.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

And only a master of assimilation like Dino could get away with rhyming “alone” and “dark.”

Scott Marks
Hey pallies, likes we loves searchin', findin', and sharin' so so much amazin' Dino-devotion from every corner of the ol' world wide web.  Likes today we have the pleasure of sharin' the wonderous writin' skills of Mr. Scott Marks, a film critic, teacher, and blogger from the San Diego area.  Mr. Mark's blog, "BIG SCREEN," is a regular feature for the "San Diego Reader," where he recently featured our most beloved Dino's cool croonin' in his scribin's tagged "Ten songs that make you want to fall in love with (at?) the movies 10."

Marks immediately grabbed our attention when we opened the page that contains his column where we were stunnin'ly struck by a powerfully profound pix accentin' a movie house marquee featurin' our Dino's classic sex farce, "Kiss Me Stupid" with a lovin' couple sharin' a most romantico kiss.

While KMS is not a part of this particular flick column from Marks, it certainly sets a marvelous mood for  Scott's topic of that relate to fallin' in amore at the movies.  We were thrilled to see that Mr. Marks chose not one, but two Dino-tunes for his  ten tune list. 

 Numero duo is the title tune from our Dino and Mr. Lewis' last big screen effort
"Hollywood Or Bust."  We knew that we were kindred spirits with Scott when we read him opine, "I’ve parked my tootsies in front of it at least two dozen times."  And, as you listen to our Dino singin' the song (which you can do if you clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram, indeed it is a splendid song 'bout fallin' head over heels.

Numero tres is a Dino-croon that we ain't ever heard before and as Scott states, " When or where Dino’s swingin’ rendition was taped remains a mystery, but it’s easily the lustiest rendition on record."  “Take Your Girlie to the Movies" (if you can't make love at home) is simply simply fun! fun! fun! dudes and we thanks Marks for givin' us the op to make our acquaintance with what has to be one of our most beloved Dino's most provocative croons!  You certainly will wanna clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram to listen to it at Scott's scribin's.

We salute Mr. Scott Marks great great Dino-taste and for sharin' these two very extraordinary examples of  fallin' in love Dino-singin'.  Dino-happy, DMP

Kiss me, stupid.

Kiss me, stupid.


Ten songs that make you want to fall in love with (at?) the movies
By Scott Marks, April 1, 2015

 2) “Hollywood or Bust” by Dean Martin
“Hollywood or Bust” by Dean Martin

Frank Tashlin’s splendiferous live-action Technicolor cinematoon, Hollywood or Bust, turned out to be Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis’s swansong. Being such as it was, the animosity between the boys was so pronounced, unless the cameras were rolling they refused to directly address one another during the production. Lewis swears that to this day he has never watched the film fearing the bad memories it would stir.

I’ve parked my tootsies in front of it at least two dozen times, and Jerry, you don’t know what you’re missing. Movie maniacs from Kansas to Pennsylvania consider it a must to commit to memory Paul Webster’s catchy lyrics to Sammy Fain’s irrepressible tune. Look past the stardust and glamor, tinsel, and bubbles to find a neon playground infused with burgers, weenies, and bathing beauties in their bikinis.

3) “Take Your Girlie to the Movies” by Dean Martin

Dino again, this time reviving a 1919 chestnut that was a big hit for Billy Murray, the most popular pre-Jolson male singer in America. Murray-phile Sam Umland notes, “The song reveals how quickly the movie theater became a popular setting for the courtship ritual.”

Pete Wendling composed the tuneful ditty with lyrics by Edgar Leslie and Bert Kalmar. Kalmar and longtime partner Harry Ruby’s dulcet contributions to Animal Crackers, Horse Feathers, and Duck Soup would earn them the distinction of being the Marx Bros. songwriting team of choice. When or where Dino’s swingin’ rendition was taped remains a mystery, but it’s easily the lustiest rendition on record.

Why fuss and bother with at-home distractions like nosy younger siblings when for a buck-twenty the two of you can make out to Ty Power in a public place and with an uncomfortable armrest intervening? Commencing with a red-blooded wolf whistle, Martin encourages lovers to spend seven reels creating “love scenes of your own.” And only a master of assimilation like Dino could get away with rhyming “alone” and “dark.”

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Great Drinkers: Dean Martin

Hey pallies, likes we are pleased as punch to today shares with youse Dino-holics even one more excitin' example of Dino-devotion internationale!  Today we meet with Portuguese blogger Mr. Joseph Edward Janczukowicz who hangs his hat at the swingin' drinkin' blog tagged "Liguido & Certo" that translates in English to "Liquid and Reliable."  Now this is one popular blog as we note that Janczukowicz facebook page based on his blog has 124,122 pallies who digs it!

So, likes just thinks of all the folks who Joseph Edward is helpin' into the Dino-fold with his powerfully potent post, "Great Drinkers: Dean Martin."  Who likes coulda be more worthy then our most beloved Dino of bein' lifted up at a waterin' hole likes "Liquid and Reliable?".....none we dare say!

Mr. Janczukowicz shares some noteworthy notes on the life and times of our Dino and when it comes to speakin' of our Dino's drinkin' habits, he notes "Among the members of the 'Rat Pack,'  Dean Martin was the most moderate drinker."  Joseph Edward shares some interestin' insights to the drinkin' habits of the pack, which we and we knows youse will find 'specially edifyin' as well.

We salutes  Portugian Mr. Joseph Edward Janczukowicz  for his diggin' our our Dino and spreadin' the Dino-tale to his considerable readership who we are share to be pleased in bein' school in the life and times of our King of Cool.  To checks this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-report.  Dino-delightedly, DMP

  Great Drinkers: Dean Martin

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Great Drinkers: Dean Martin

Written by Joseph Edward Janczukowicz

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He was one of the most admired artists, loved and tietados 20th century.

With career in radio, television, film and music industry.

From 1953 to 1978 he recorded nearly 40 albums, with a total of recorded songs that were in the house of 600.

From 1949 to 1984, he ran almost 60 films.

Dean Martin was born in Steubenville, Ohio, USA, on June 7, 1917 and died on December 27, 1995, in Beverly Hills. Birth name: Dino Paul Crocetti. Martin later added, comes from its assumed preference for a good martini.

And before Dean Martin, there was Dino Martini, his first stage name. He started singing in small orchestras. Quickly, his velvet voice and his beautiful print took him the best night clubs of the American circuit. One of them was in New York he met comic Jerry Lewis.

It was born a great partnership that resulted in 12 films, of successful national and international order and that lasted 10 years.

Both tired and happened to separation. The reasons were never clear. The public, of course, much lamented.

From there, Dean and Jerry set out to successful solo careers.

In Dean Martin path was the big superstar Frank Sinatra. He's practically adopted and integrates a group called "Rat Pack". They completed the group Sammy Davis Jr., Peter Lawford and Joey Bishop.

Be part of the "Rat Pack" was a privilege always captained by Frank Sinatra. Parties, women, drinks and many shows, and stays in beautiful places.

More meant attend the films in which almost all members were always invited. A brotherhood without any embarrassment!

The most famous film of the group was "Ocean's Eleven" Ocean's Eleven and A Secret, 1960.

One of the first drinks most appreciated by members of the "Rat Pack" was the whiskey Chivas Regal. With the coming of Prohibition and the interruption of imports, the group gradually came to appreciate a genuine American beverage: whiskey Jack Daniel's.

Legend has it that Frank Sinatra did not rise to the stage without first taking a Jack Daniel's dose with three ice cubes into the glass. His fondness for the drink was so strong that he convinced his friend Dean Martin to found, in 1950, the "Jack Daniels Country Club". It was a private college where even the select group wore only custom jackets with an emblem exclusively created.

The taste for cocktails in a person like Sinatra never sounded as "loss of control". Represented more a charm bid. Served up to rank friends. There were those who accompany him through the night: Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr.

Despite appearing to be a sort of "Club of Marble", it was common to find the "Rat Pack" surrounded by beautiful actresses also adept at a good drink, like Judy Garland, Shirley MacLaine , Lauren Bacall .

Among the members of the "Rat Pack," Dean Martin was the most moderate drinker. Depending on the occasion, he went back to sipping martinis that both loved and even margaritas.

Dean Martin has two stars on the Walk of Fame, located at 6519 Hollywood Boulevard and in 6651 Hollywood Boulevard. The first refers to his film work, while the second refers to his work on television.

If there is a sport that Dean Martin practiced and "loved" I was dating and married. There were three official wives, with whom he had seven children and adopted an eighth.

Grandes Bebedores: Dean Martin
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Grandes Bebedores: Dean Martin

Escrito por José Edward Janczukowicz

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Ele foi um dos artistas mais admirados, amados e tietados do século 20.

Com carreira no rádio, televisão, cinema e indústria fonográfica.

De 1953 a 1978 gravou perto de 40 discos, com um total de músicas que contabilizadas estavam na casa das 600.

De 1949 a 1984, rodou quase 60 filmes.

Dean Martin nasceu em Steubenville, Ohio, EUA, em 7 de junho de 1917, vindo a falecer em 27 de dezembro de 1995, em Beverly Hills. Nome de batismo: Dino Paul Crocetti. O Martin, posteriormente somado, vem de sua assumida preferência por um bom martini.

E antes de Dean Martin, existiu Dino Martini, seu primeiro nome artístico. Começou cantando em pequenas orquestras. Rapidamente, sua voz de veludo e sua bela estampa o levaram aos melhores night clubs do circuito americano. Foi num deles em Nova Iorque que conheceu o cômico Jerry Lewis.

Nascia uma grande parceria que resultou em 12 filmes, de sucesso de ordem nacional e internacional e que durou 10 anos.

Os dois cansaram e aconteceu a separação. Os motivos nunca foram claros. O público, claro, lamentou muito.

A partir daí, Dean e Jerry partiram para bem sucedidas carreiras solo.

No caminho de Dean Martin estava o grande superstar Frank Sinatra. Ele é praticamente adotado e integra um grupo denominado “Rat Pack”. Completavam o grupo Sammy Davis Jr.,  Peter Lawford e Joey Bishop.

Fazer parte do “Rat Pack” era um privilégio sempre capitaneado por Frank Sinatra. Festas, mulheres, drinques e muitos shows, além de estadias em lugares paradisíacos.

Mais, significava participar dos filmes em que praticamente todos os membros sempre eram convidados. Uma confraria sem nenhum constrangimento!

O filme mais conhecido do grupo foi “Ocean´s Eleven”, Onze Homens e Um Segredo, de 1960.

Uma das primeiras bebidas mais apreciadas pelos membros do “Rat Pack” foi o uísque Chivas Regal. Com a vinda da Lei Seca e a interrupção das importações, o grupo paulatinamente passou a apreciar uma bebida genuinamente americana: o uísque Jack Daniel´s.

Reza a lenda que Frank Sinatra não subia ao palco sem antes tomar uma dose de Jack Daniel’s com três cubos de gelo no copo. Sua predileção pela bebida era tão forte que ele convenceu o amigo Dean Martin a fundar, em 1950, o “Jack Daniels Contry Club”. Era uma agremiação privada onde inclusive o seleto grupo só usava paletós personalizados com um emblema exclusivamente criado.

O gosto pelos coquetéis numa pessoa como Sinatra nunca soou como “perda de controle”. Representava mais um lance de charme. Servia até para classificar os amigos. Existiam os que o acompanham noite a dentro: Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr.

Apesar de aparentar ser uma espécie de “Clube do Bolinha”, era frequente encontrar os “Rat Pack” rodeados de bela atrizes, também adeptas de um bom drinque, como Judy Garland, Shirley MacLaine, Lauren Bacall.

Dentre os integrantes do “Rat Pack”, Dean Martin era o bebedor mais moderado. Dependendo das ocasiões, voltava a sorver os martinis que tanto adorava e até margaritas.

Dean Martin possui duas estrelas na Calçada da Fama, localizadas em 6519 Hollywood Boulevard e em 6651 Hollywood Boulevard. A primeira se refere ao seu trabalho no cinema, enquanto que a segunda é referente ao seu trabalho na televisão.

Se há um esporte que Dean Martin praticou e “gostava muito” era namorar e casar. Foram três esposas oficiais, com as quais teve sete filhos e adotou um oitavo.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Nothing is more Dean Martin than Dean Martin.

Brick Wahl

Hey pallies, likes dudes, likes we've got the most powerfully potent 'n profoundly pure prose to feed your Dino-cravin's this very Dino-day!!!!!  From the self-tagged  blog "Brick Wahl - I'm a writer. But there are zillions of writers. Here's some of my stuff,"  comes Wahl's  exquisite essay "Stan Cornyn."

Likes those in the Dino-know are sure to remember that Cornyn was the scriber of those most marvelously  magnificent liner notes for our Dino's awesome al-b-um, "Happiness Is Dean Martin," likes the one with the cover of our most beloved Dino hold a Chatty Cathy dollie proclaimin' that deepest of deep Dino-truth.

Brick describes Cornyn remarkable reflections as a "profound piece of fluff."  We here at ilovedinomartin have always held Stan's scribbin's as perfectly, profoundly pure poetry in the hugest of huge homage to our King of Cool.  Mr. Cronyn liner notes tagged "EPIC SLOTH" are as timelessly cool, hip, and randy as our Dino, and likes we are thrilled beyond measure to be able to share 'em 'gain with all youse Dino-holics here at ilovedinomartin.

Lookin' back it has been far too long since we shared 'em last in November of 2008 ( HERE), and we promise not to wait so so long 'gain before we brings 'em to your attention.  We sez our thanks to Mr. Brick Wahl for his remembrance of Stan Cornyn's bold and beau-ti-ful Dino-reflections and givin' us 'nother op to spread 'em on the pages of ilovedinomartin.  To checks this out at Wahl blog, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-report.  Dino-awed, DMP

Stan Cornyn

I used to own utterly worthless LPs just because I liked the liner notes. All those liner notes were by Stan Cornyn. My favorite was a profound piece of fluff that accompaniedHappiness is Dean Martin. That was from 1967, the Summer of Love. The Age of Aquarius. The Human Be-In. Hair opened on Broadway, stark naked. I have no idea, though, if Stan Cornyn took lots of LSD or if god made him like this. But what a ball it must have been writing liner notes back then. They’re almost literature, and now that he’s dead, they are. I no longer have the album. I sold it to somebody at a garage sale after showing him the liner notes. I told him they were literature. Plus the vinyl was clean. He was thrilled to death. Offered me ten bucks. I said five was fine. He thought he was getting a bargain.  I made a five thousand per cent profit.  Here are the words:
Nothing is more Dean Martin than Dean Martin.
“Of course, doing a really preposterously good job of being Dean Martin depends a lot on knowing the rules about what makes the best Dean Martin. Knowing the archetypal definition of Martinism: How is he different? Why is he individual? What is he driving at?
What Dean Martin is driving at seems to be to lead a Life Of Sloth. A Life of EPIC Sloth. Not just your common little ol’ Sunday afternoon lazy Sloth, like you get with minor Erskine Caldwell Georgia darlins.
No, Martin now epitomizes EPIC SLOTH. Sloth like Joseph E. Levine would come up with. In big, 3-D letters, like in those Ben Hur movie ads, with all forms of EPIC EXHAUSTION draped over the letters. “Epic Sloth,” starring Dean Martin, and then running around the bottom, instead of Mongol hordes and Jack Palance you find other things, for this is “Epic Sloth.” Things like deflated innertubes. Like the ears of sleeping Spaniels. Like Kleenex ashes. Like all of Life’s Most Unresilient Stuff.
 And there, leaned up in Herculean-Scope against those giant letters, our Pop Star slumps. Dean Martin. Kind of half-eyed looking out at you, grinning “Hi ya, pally,” like he hopes you haven’t got anything heavy on your mind. Dean Martin has been working at becoming an Epic Pop Art Object. He’s been getting in a good deal of pop art hypnotizing. Avis knows, you don’t get to be Number One by just sitting round. Some detractors have published this about Martin: that he sits round, trying to make spaghetti look tense.
“Pish tosh,” we say, and “Yellow journalism.”
You have to publicize to get to be Our National Epic Sloth. Martin has. His medium: the most popular art object of Our Times, meaning . . . your television set. (Breathes there a soul with fingers so dull he can’t find his Vertical Knob blindfolded?)
The mind-boggling task which DM has accomplished in his upwards surge to Number One Epic Sloth in this: he has put other would- be number one lazy slobs into limbo. “Amos ‘N Andy’s” Lightnin, for instance, now is largely forgot. Shiftless and No-Account has moved to Beverly Hills, where dey got no deltas, chile. The other competition–those slothy Southern belles once played by Lee Remick and Joanne Woodward–are now minor league stuff.
Martin (few people have known this until this very minute; it has been a closely kept secret) was actually only Number Two until quite recently. The spot of Number One Epic Sloth was recently held by another performer. Not a human being, but a small dog. His name: Red Dust. He is (or was, for he has largely disappeared from our scene) part of a Vaudeville turn. His master would bark out commands: “Red Dust, Roll Over! Up, Red Dust!” But Red Dust was an utterly and irrevocably sag-boned hound. Red Dust never voluntarily moved anything, least of all a paw. The pooch looked permanently pickled. It was pretty funny stuff.
Dean Martin finally won out over Red Dust. Much of his triumph has been ascribed by some scribes to his ability to project an alcoholic aura from coast-to-coast, into millions of Puritan homes. Good, Puritan, beer-drinking homes. Martin has almost by himself established Booze-o-Vision as America’s new Art Populaire. It’s difficult to imagine any other object that would currently be more welcome in our historic nation’s thousands of beer bars and juke joints. Nothing more popular than DM, slumped there, looking for his cue card, all brung to you in NBC’s surrealist color. Martin and his–dare we say it?–goopy baritone. Martin: the biggest sex symbol to hit neighborhood taverns since the heyday of The Rheingold Girl, may she in our secret imaginations requiescat in flagrante delicto.
Nothing should slow up his reign as our beloved epic boozer short of a sudden attack of dysphagia.
You don’t see too many liner notes that end in the word dysphagia anymore. Hell, you don’t see many liner notes anymore. But those were the days. Record albums were new, liner notes newer, and nobody knew what they were doing, except it made a lot of money. Not to mention made me the easiest five bucks I ever earned.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "The Lady With The Big Umbrella"

Welcome home mi amici!
Yes...I said Home.
 After all, pals...they say..."Home is where the heart is" heart is with Dean...
& Dean ALWAYS reminds me of home! Ha! 
Do youse agree, pallies?
He def i nate ly brings us back to WONDERFUL days from our pasts & FUN FUN simpler times gone by.
 Now pals...NOTHIN' makes me think 'bout those simple days more than a funky spunky jam like today's Serenade!
 "The Lady with The Big Umbrella" is SUCH a crazy tune with SUCH a jumpin' beat & SUCH a bouncin' groove...youse just has can't help but laugh & smile! Haha!!'s 'bout throwin' in a WICKEDLY cool cool vid featurin' super hipster spyster , Matt Helm, & makin' this a REAL party?! Haha YEA!!!

 Man o man pals...I am gettin' ALL pumped up just talkin' 'bout it!!! Hahaha!!!

 OK...better chill out & get to the jammin'!
 So pallies...welcome home & REMEMBER...ALWAYS keeps the Dino & the vino flowin'!


The lady with the big umbrella
Her name is Roseabella
You'll always see her with a fella
And her pink and yella umbrella
She isn't much for fancy dancing
But this girl sure love romancing
She's the lady with the big umbrella
And her name is Roseabella
With her umbrella in her hand
She's never shy and that's the reason why
She has a guy that's why
For love's a thing she really knows there is no doubt
For what it's all about she has found out
So plan a trip to Venezuela
You must see Roseabella
You'll always see her with a fella
And a pink and yella umbrella
(La la la la la la la la...)
(La la la la la la la la...)
(La la la la la la la la...)
(La la la la la la la la...)
With her umbrella in her hand
She's never shy and that's the reason why
She has a guy that's why
For love's a thing she really knows there is no doubt
For what it's all about she has found out
So plan a trip to Venezuela
You must see Roseabella
You'll always see her with a fella
'Cause some say that her umbrella
Is the way she gets her fella
But is it her umbrella
Or Roseabella