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I would like to invite all of you who receive this email  to help me with the initial and secret grand reopening of  Mr. Dante Fontana's Visual Guidance, LTD. , on Halloween at Midnight.

as of today, while recuperating from my recent surgery, i have accepted my friend, sebastian's, generous offer to take over his music/video blog.

 

i am grateful to him for his trust in transferring administrator status of his blog to me:

(click below to see  Mr. Dante Fontana's Visual Guidance, LTD )

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(links to postsin the past:)

  http://mrjyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/mdf-vgl-perfectly-preserved-previously.html

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THE FLYING LIZARDS: DIZZY MISS LIZZY
HELLO, JOHNNY! I'M DOLLY CASH
i guess most of you figured it out...but stay tune...
elvis weak special automobile edition
Elvis-Weak Special at Mr. Dante Fontana's
zosolved
James Brown: DÉMONTRE LES DERNIERS MOUVEMENTS
"ベストヒットUSA" 1980" : "best hit usa"
Keef's Bounty®: baikinange asks about dad-snorting
bowie and cher and faithful
swash*ucker keef
my first concert: 31 may 1977 elvis
expo cartier présente Rock 'n' Roll 39-59
Mrdantefontanaloveskissdantefontanaloves
petit eeefin' ange: One-Two-Cha-Cha-baikinange
Panther Burns Forever Lasting: William Eggleston
bonnie b
the bodygaurd: ed parker & elvis
ian dury: bus driver's prayer and map
linda gail lewis and brother

instead of explaining his two different blogs, i will let him give you the picture: 

If your name is Elvis Sonny Steve, you were all over this blog

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Lucifer Dethroned or The Only Thing Better than Chick Tracts in English are Chick Tracts in German

If a man is beating you with a whip and you love the whip, what is he doing to you?--Charles Manson to Terry Melcher

A year has come ...and gone. Much has transpired, but Google  not crawling 'What Gets Me Hot' since October 8th, 2009 makes it easier to move digs.

http://whatgetsmehot.blogspot.com  

(already up and running, albeit in a supporting capacity)

Until that time, please enjoy these lovingly collected Videos from 

Mrjyn's

(Dailymotion and 123Video) Collection. Rest assured, these represent the cream of my extensive personal crop, including many videos which previously existed on Evil YouTube, and which now (due to Mickey Mouse Rollerblading Copyright Regulation), DWELL NO LONGER THEREIN! 

STAY TUNED TO THIS BLOG FOR THE REMAINDER OF HALLOWEEN. I'LL BE PULLING HALLOWEEN RELATED VIDEOS and POSTS, with a couple special NEW ONES OUT OF MY HAT, AS I CELEBRATE ONE YEAR AT 

http://visualguidanceltd.blogspot.com

POSSIBLE DESCRIPTION FOR MY NEW DOMAIN:  

If you accept the paradox that this blog derives its name from the first film by Traci Lords, an opulent tribute after a reference to the Lords, and not a site geared to adults, then a viewer can return to find What Gets Me Hot.

The author walks the line for daily inspiration.  What Gets Me Hot is equal to its proportionality and discovery of coexistence with YOU. It takes readers intelligence and sensitivity attentively and not  of  false end, that its readers may accidence a caveman in a spaceship, as Charles Manson once rambled. 

You can but guess the magic water in this oasis is its strength, intrepid navigators with their speedometer beautifier blogs, its antithesis. I am digesting and it shows. Master synthesizer, not a quick look at  notes, I admit I have inherited of Halloween. 

因

有一晚朱蘭回家來 ﹐發現母親半夜鬼崇崇的來到小巷的一間簡陋小屋中﹐她跟方志偉感到好奇﹐遂追蹤而至﹐沒想到屋裡有一個老

劉

劉世道忍待不住﹐一手把葉春源刺 死了﹐之後又重回監獄中﹐而朱蘭又再重過歌女的生活。

If it is less than one year that I see you again, this effects not only you, but me. But without you there is nothing.

I love discovering something completely out of a trance. I've tried everything, and see that it is easier to ignore the right thing to a mountain of information. A second reading will be justified. 

“花外流鶯” 跟“歌女之歌” 雖然擁有相同製作班底﹐然而前者故事過於胡鬧﹐後者的情節卻非常吸引﹐可惜結局草草收場﹐不曉得會否是筆者欣賞的﹐乃是殘缺本之故。戰後許多電影﹐情節上 常常偏向灰暗﹐似乎也默認了命運弄人﹐走不出戰後陰霾的局面﹐就像這部電影﹐進牢的最後還是要進牢﹐做歌女的最後還是依然對人歡笑背愁的歌女。電影中周璇 主唱了6首插曲﹐分別收錄於4張留聲唱片中。


歌女之歌﹕原收錄於“歌女之歌”(1947/百代) 留聲唱片中。
曲﹕林枚 (陳歌辛)
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I with my choice and my acquisitiveness in the face of  aversion to that which older dogs are not curious. 

Internet,

you have impressed me within.

Apture will still provide the mouse over link positions in my deep multi-go embeds, which even video blogs do not contain, but what they say on Wikipedia, Twitter, Google, 

Maps, Images, and even entire articles are not visible until clicked, and then its flowers bloom with characteristics particular.

陋巷之春﹕原收錄於“愛神的箭”(1947/百代) 留聲唱片中。
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I am seamless with incredible Lijit, elegant researcher, wonder tracker, full statistic app; and it is useful to discover. 

You may find My Back Pages, my network, links, blogroll, all; and without leaving the site. I hope it's better late than never introduced. Incomplete guides discover slightly hidden treasure mined from blog quarrys. Trust inspiration, beware of the pan. 

Continue to dig. 
 No mean pyrite here. Ask the blog  via Lijit. Welcome Feedburner. Link each article. 

I hope to follow you on Twitter.  What Gets Me Hot is on FriendFeed.  Subscribe for regular dissemination. 

Thank you for your visit, and if you want to say hello, please do not hesitate the comment regardless of relevance. 

I am always curious while online. RePosts and reBlogs regularly attract, and therefore contact is remarkably unusual. 


一片痴情﹕原收錄於“高崗上”(1947/百代) 留聲唱片中。

我要問一問 為甚麼你的心像鐵石一樣的硬

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read below the demarcation for the remainder of this posting which includes some special reviews of the author throughout the years by strangers and a few of his blogfriends lyal and true.

Tony Palmer: All You Need Is Love --A 17-part series on American popular music, described by Bing Crosby as "a mighty achievement" (Best Documentary on Music Ever)

Tony Palmer
0670114480
1976

All You Need Is Love

Sunday Times, 7th February 1977

All You Need Is Love

… brilliant exposition … magisterial style … magnificent Sunday Times


… a brilliant authoritative, historical study New York Library Journal


… this beautifully–presented book and films are something of a triumph … the first well–planned … history of the people’s music in the people’s century, infuriating, stimulating, long overdue: and hugely welcome. The Listener

It began, inevitably, with John Lennon. There I was in 1964, a happy little student at Cambridge University, sent along by the University student newspaper Varsity to report on a press conference being given by four lads who had risen to some prominence in the pop world (in which I had no interest whatsoever) and were announcing the out-of-town preview of their new film, A Hard Day's Night, at the Regal Cinema, Cambridge.

Silly questions, silly answers, I thought smugly, lurking at the back and refusing to be a part of this nonsense. Afterwards, when the formal part of the 'event' broke up, I was milling around when a large tap on the shoulder -- followed by a not-so-silly question -- "Why didn't you ask any questions?" -- confronted me with Mr. Lennon. "Because it was all pretty silly", I said. He agreed, and asked me what I did. "I am a student", I replied. "Of what?" he said. "Moral Sciences", I said. "Well now, that's what I call pretty silly", he said, and we both laughed. It was ...

He asked if I would show him around the University that afternoon. "Big place", I said, and in any case I didn't fancy being mobbed by his fans. "Then I'll come in disguise", he said. "Come and pick me up at 2pm in the hotel lobby where I'm staying".

At 2 o'clock I presented myself, to be met by a man in a long brown raincoat, shabby fedora, and unkempt (and obviously false) beard. "This is ridiculous", we both thought, and the 'disguise' was gleefully abandoned. King's Chapel, the Wren Library, the Bridge of Sighs -- and we were not mobbed. He was most grateful, he said at the end of the 'tour', and when I next came to London, please call him on the number scribbled on a scrap of paper and thrust into my hand. I explained that that might not be for some years, since I still had to finish my studies. "Yeah, in 'Moral Sciences'", he chortled.

In fact, almost two years passed (during which time The Beatles had graduated from being 'very popular' to Kings of the Universe) before I went to London to work for the BBC. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained", I thought, so I telephoned the number on the scrap of paper, thinking it must surely be well out-of-date by now. But not so.

A young lady answered the phone. Her voice was chirpy until I said "John Lennon said to call" whereupon the voice immediately entered its pained 'I've heard this 300 times already this morning' mode. I persisted, explained a little of the background, and eventually she reluctantly said she would pass on the message -- but couldn't say exactly when. Imagine my surprise, therefore, when about an hour later the phone rang and the voice announced itself as Derek Taylor, sort-of responsible (he said) for Beatles publicity, and could I come over tomorrow lunchtime for a little brown rice with John.

Now I would hesitate to say that as a result of these chance meetings, Lennon and I became firm friends. More like good acquaintances, I would say, whose paths crossed from time to time, and always with a particular purpose or need in mind. But as I began to write regularly on pop music for The Observer newspaper in London (for 7 years eventually), inevitably I would write about The Beatles; and the fact that I managed to write in joined-up sentences and about their musicianship rather than the length of their hair, confirmed Lennon's suspicion that maybe I was someone he could trust.

Some of my columns about them were reprinted as liner-notes on various of their albums around the world, and at one point I was even asked to draft a biography about John & Yoko, which I wrote, in longhand, and I'm kicking myself now that I never kept a copy. Eventually, this was set aside because, I was told, I was not paying enough attention to Yoko. Well, enough said ...

Meanwhile, as I mentioned, I was working away at the BBC, and was being rapidly promoted within the department then called 'Music & Arts'. After making films with Ken Russell and Jonathan Miller, my first major solo effort (which I had inherited because the person who was due to direct it had been fired by the BBC) had some success. It was in fact the first BBC documentary to be networked in the USA, as a "Bell Telephone Hour" -- although I think this was more to do with the subject matter (it was the first-ever full-length film portrait of Benjamin Britten) than any intrinsic merit in the film itself.

However, in 1967 this gave me -- if not exactly carte blanche for my next project -- certainly a degree of freedom that I probably little deserved.

And over yet another bowl of brown rice I just happened to mention this 'dilemma' to one Mr. Lennon. "Easy", he said. "I know what you must do". He was exasperated (he explained) by the presentation of rock 'n' roll on BBC Television (where it was condescendingly called "pop music") and by the fact that a great number of up-and-coming musicians whom he admired were finding it almost impossible to get seen by a mass audience. TV was only interested in "the charts", he said, and these were not "chart" musicians.

I vividly recall him saying to me: "You've got to do something to get these guys exposure on television. They're hammering at the door, except that the guys on the inside are deaf. And probably dumb and blind as well."

I must say that I had never really thought about this before, because (a) my main preoccupation was in classical music; and (b) although I knew of most of the musicians he mentioned -- and had certainly listened to their music -- I didn't personally know them.

"Easy", he said. "I'll make the introductions. You make the film. And what's more, I've got the perfect title for you -- and you certainly have my permission to use it -- All My Loving!"

And thus it was that I embarked on a roller-coaster ride in late '67 down the path that Lennon mapped out for me, and thereby met and filmed some of the greatest musicians of the day.

Lennon was quite right; incredible though it seems now, until the moment I filmed them, most of them had never appeared on British television, (let alone television anywhere else in the world) except in the odd fluffy 3-minute pop vignette -- surrounded by gyrating teenagers. And the film that I put together I'm told no doubt contributed to the change that overwhelmed British television in its wake. (It certainly changed my life.) It suddenly made serious rock music a necessary part of television and a phenomenon which deserved, indeed demanded, to be taken seriously.

Before All My Loving, which was transmitted by the BBC in early November 1968, contemporary music was represented on the BBC by Top of the Pops which slavishly adhered to 'the charts' (and who knew how those were engineered -- and by whom?) And by a weekly confection titled Juke Box Jury in which four, usually monosyllabic "showbiz personalities", opined on each new disc and ultimately judged each recording to be a "hit" (signified by the crisp trill of a bicycle bell) or a "miss" (consigned to oblivion by a cartoon-like klaxon).

The chairman of this virago was a charming man named David Jacobs. But when, within a few weeks of All My Loving, his show Juke Box Jury was dropped by the BBC because it was finally realised that (a) it had nothing to do with the music of the late sixties, and (b) it was in itself a ludicrous excuse for 'entertainment' - the said David Jacobs (whom I had never met before) came up to me at a party, jabbed his finger into my ribs, and said: "you've ruined my career!"

What Lennon wanted was for his mates -- those whom he admired, those who (as he told me, emphatically) had something to say both musically and on the state of the world in which they found themselves -- to get onto television, and he was using me to make this happen.

"Go and see Jimi Hendrix" he said. He also pointed me to The Who, at their most auto-destructive. Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention. Cream -- featuring the technical wizardry of Clapton, Bruce & Baker. Donovan. Eric Burdon and The Animals. He would personally contribute to the film, he told me. So would Paul, George and Ringo.

Curiously, Lennon never mentioned The Stones. I added Pink Floyd because I had been at school with Roger Waters, and suddenly we had a cast list. And what a cast list! Although we certainly didn't realise it at the time.

All I told the BBC was that I thought I had the possibility of making a film about contemporary music in the late sixties which would 'explain' what it was about and why it had some significance. "Wonderful" said the Executives, having little or no understanding of what was to come. Hardly surprising, since I didn't either.

But in the course of the filming over several months in 1967 and 1968, I came to realise what to us now must seem blindingly obvious. First, that these were musicians of considerable technical skill. And second, that they were (without exception) unnervingly articulate about what they saw as their role in society and about their ambitious plans to use their music and influence to change that society.

This was, of course, the time of the Vietnam War, and already rock musicians were becoming heavily involved in the campaign against that war.

But even that did not flag to the BBC Executives that what I was filming might turn out to be an all-out attack on the very values that the BBC Executives espoused and held dear. I'm exaggerating, of course, but in 1968 there was certainly the smell of revolution in the air, and the musicians Lennon had recruited were among the more visible (and audible) progenitors of that revolution.

So there I was -- in Worcester, Massachusetts, filming Hendrix, one of the politest men I had ever met; at the Fillmore West in San Francisco at the feet of Cream; in a basement studio in New York with Frank Zappa; in an abandoned water-pumping station in the East End of London with Pink Floyd; in Peoria, Illinois, at the opera house with The Who; with the Who's co-manager Kit Lambert (son of Constant Lambert - founder of Britain's "Royal Ballet") at the Beverly Hills Hotel (from which, incidentally, he later skipped out without paying the bill!) And of course the EMI studios at Abbey Road -- with George Martin and the lads themselves.

Who would have believed all this? Simply because I had refused to ask a question at that press conference in Cambridge in 1964!

When the film was eventually edited, then the fun really began at the BBC. The Executives were horrified. "You mean, these 'youths' can speak?! In joined-up sentences?! Preaching revolution?! And using unrepeatable four-letter words?!" It looked as if my film would be shelved, perhaps indefinitely. I honestly came to believe that the film would never see the light of day.

The then Head of BBC Television programmes, David Attenborough (the naturalist -- and brother of actor-director Richard Attenborough), wrote a memo (which I still have) saying that as long as he was in charge, this film would only be transmitted over his dead body! I am happy to report that he is very much alive, and that subsequently he and I became the best of friends.

However, at the time, Lennon was furious, and (as far as I recall) threatened to dynamite the BBC! Not a very wise thing to admit nowadays, but I doubt if he meant it literally. My career was obviously finished. I would have to seek employment elsewhere.

And then a second extraordinary coincidence happened in this curious story ...

I mentioned earlier that I had inherited the helm of my first major film because the man who should have directed it had been fired, and that its subject matter was Benjamin Britten.

In 1962, while I was still a student at Cambridge, a friend had taken me as his guest to the newly rebuilt Coventry Cathedral (re-creating what had been blitzed in World War II by the Germans) for the World Premiere of what my friend described as "a large new choral work by Benjamin Britten" which turned out to be his famous War Requiem. While there, I was introduced to a somewhat harassed record producer named John Culshaw. In his role as chief classical producer of the British recording company Decca - he had persuaded Britten to record all his major works for that company. (Thank God he did - because these represent an absolutely invaluable archive of recordings.) Hence Culshaw's presence that day in Coventry Cathedral.

Flash-forward to 1966, and almost my first job upon entering the BBC was to assist Humphrey Burton in Vienna where he was making a film to be called The Golden Ring about Sir Georg Solti's recording of Gotterdammerung - produced by none other than John Culshaw! And when I finished up directing my magnum opus on Benjamin Britten, who should be at Britten's home in Aldeburgh supervising another recording of Britten's but John Culshaw!

And then in the spring of 1968 when my film All My Loving looked like being scrapped, who should be appointed as the new Head of Music at BBC Television but John Culshaw!

He sought me out and asked me what I had been doing since last we had met. Inevitably he asked to see All My Loving. I think it shocked him. Well at least it surprised him, but he saw that this was precisely the kind of film which the "Music & Arts Department" should be making and, since as he told me it was his 'honeymoon period' at the BBC, he went into battle on its behalf.

Eventually, various compromises were agreed. As far as the language was concerned, if I took out two "fucks", they would allow me three "pisses"!

And as to the general level of violence in the film, it could be shown but only after suitable audience 'warnings' and also only after "The Epilogue".

Again, it seems unbelievable to us now, accustomed as we are to round-the-clock television, that in the Britain of 1968, there were only three TV channels, And for the most part, these all closed down at around 10.30 in the evening! And on the BBC at least, before 'Close Down' the evening concluded with "The Epilogue", all-purpose, prayers and religious homilies for the night. All My Loving could only be shown AFTER the official 'Close Down' of the night's television!

Of course, when the press got wind of this, the advance media coverage was considerable and the audience figures for that screening were probably far greater than would have been the case had the film been shown without any fuss.

What surprised me however, were the reactions. I had thought that the popular press (i.e. the weekly pop music magazines and the British daily tabloids) might react favourably, but that the so-called 'quality papers' (the British 'broadsheets') would be outraged. I was wrong. The pop music press clearly didn't understand a word of it; the popular daily press were puzzled but thought something had been said, although they weren't quite sure what. But the quality press went overboard in praise. "Who were all these people?" they kept asking, and "where have they been hiding?" and "why had the BBC apparently hitherto refused them a voice?"

McCartney sent me a telegram -- that said simply: "This is just great. Absolutely what we meant."

Ultimately, the film caused a hell of a stir, but then I suspect Lennon knew it would. Lennon was very pleased with the results and suggested we celebrate - with several bowls of brown rice! Actually, he sent me some champagne ...

Years later, our paths crossed again, this time in New York, and Lennon asked me if I was "doing anything useful"! What I SHOULD be doing, he informed me, was a whole series of films about the development of popular music in the United States.

He gave me four reasons why I should do this. (A) Because the story needed telling. (B) It was a remarkable story. (C) No one else was attempting it at that time. (D) Many of those I would need to interview were on their last legs and might not see out the year! So he instructed me to "get on with it"!

And so, over several more bowls of brown rice, the idea and shape of what eventually became an enormous 17-hour TV series about the history of American popular music was born. "And, by the way", he said, "I think I have the perfect title for you -- All You Need Is Love. And so it was. But that's another story...

PALMER, Tony

Date of birth

29/08/1941 (London, England)

...At least this time you can get the story straight!...

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“One of the great, and uncompromising, poets of

television” Sight & Sound

“Tony Palmer…a clear seeing, visionary artist, pursuing with precision and perfection the image which draws him onwards.” Yehudi Menuhin

TONY PALMER's vast filmography of over one hundred films ranges from early works with The Beatles, Cream, Jimi Hendrix and Frank Zappa (200 Motels), to the famous portraits with and about Walton, Britten, Stravinsky, Maria Callas, John Osborne, Margot Fonteyn and Menuhin. His 7 hour 45 minutes film on Wagner, starring Richard Burton, Laurence Olivier and Vanessa Redgrave, was described by the



Los Angeles Times as "one of the most beautiful films ever made". Among over 40 international prizes for his work are 12 Gold Medals at the New York Film & Television Festival, as well as numerous BAFTA (British Academy of Film & Television) and EMMY nominations and awards. He is the only person to have won the Prix Italia twice.

With his wife Michela, their sons Angelo and Gabriele and their daughter Apollonia, he lives in the most westerly house in England.

He is also a Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society, and honorary citizen of both New Orleans and Athens.