Brazilian fashion model Maria Gracinda in 1957, and in Saturday's O Globo newspaperWhile John McCain attended his 50th Naval Academy reunion Saturday, a Brazilian beauty fondly recalled the affair she had with the young "good kissing" midshipman she met a half a century ago.
"He was tasty, loving and romantic," says Maria Gracinda Teixeira de Jesus, 77, a former beauty queen and dancer, of the young John McCain, whom she met in Rio de Janeiro in 1957.
On this Election Day allow me to say that I WANT YOU! That’s right ladies, I WANT YOU! It’s not too late for you to cast your vote for me by dropping me a line. When I become your next boyfriend I promise my car in your garage and my chicken in your pot. So come to my “poling place” and cast your ballot for me. I promise to keep your ballot completely secret.My name is R. U. Serious, and no way in hell am I endorsing this guy’s message.
In "Faith of My Fathers," his best-selling book, McCain recalled wild times in Rio where he and his Annapolis shipmates "indulged in the vices sailors are infamous for" and writes of meeting a Brazilian woman he doesn't identify.
"I met and began a romance with a Brazilian fashion model, and gloried in the envy of my friends," wrote McCain. "I spent every free moment with her" for the rest of the eight-day stay in Rio. He had sailed to Brazil aboard the destroyer Hunt.The former model was tracked down by Brazil's O Globo newspaper and said Saturday, "He was a lovely person and loved to go out with me. I called him 'John' but he was my dear and my coconut dessert.
"He was such a good kisser that I had to purchase a book which taught me how to kiss to keep up with him."
Asked about John in bed, Gracinda says, "Of course we had sex...he was not only good at kissing but good at everything."
McCain was so smitten that, after the cruise, he flew back to Brazil on his own, but writes "our youthful impatience and short attention spans brought an end to our affair." However, he describes the Rio affair as "in my memory, embellished with age of course, among the happier experiences of my life."
Despite 50 years passing, the ex-model also speaks fondly of McCain. "I will never forget him and never imagined he would write a book mentioning me."
If McCain wins the presidency, the Brazilian promises to send him a telegram of congratulations "from his great love in Brazil."
November 4, 2008
IF YOU'RE SO OLD THAT YOU WERE FUCKING A BRAZILLIAN STRIPPER BEFORE YOUR BLACK PRESIDENTIAL OPPONENT WAS BORN, YOU SHOULD CONCEDE! YOU'VE WON!
E-L-E-C-T-T-I-O-N: The Daily English Show: (MY GF--SARAH) Today’s Word: Landslide! & #1. Courthouse Confessions
Hi, I’m Sarah. Welcome to The Daily English Show.Today it started snowing properly and now everything is white … which is kind of sad to see the earth disappear and know that it’s going to be sleeping for the next six months.
But today I also feel very excited because it’s the 4th of November 2008 and as you know, unless you’ve been living under a rock with no internet access … it is the presidential election in the United States.
I read this caption under a photo yesterday:
Democratic candidate Barack Obama and Republican candidate John McCain - their epic battle for the presidency has the whole world transfixed.
I don’t know about the whole word … but I’m certainly transfixed and I think the whole thing is epic … and exciting.
And I think it will be very exciting if Barack Obama wins. For many reasons – one of which is to do with language, the fact that he is a brilliant speaker and communicator which is something that I think is a really important part of being a leader.
Anyway, speaking of the election, if you’re one of those people who has trouble pronouncing ls and rs - like many people in Japan - make sure you take extra special care with this word: election.
Today we’re going to do a short scene from a movie called Mission Impossible which came out in 1996.
At the start of the movie a man, who is a spy, is sitting on a plane and a flight attendant comes and offers him a movie – it’s a DVD or a cassette or something.
She says: Would you like to watch a movie Mr Phelps?
And he says: No, I prefer the theatre.
So she says: Would you consider the cinema of the Ukraine?
And he says: Perhaps you'll choose one for me. Thank you.
You probably know that perhaps means maybe, as in:
Are you going to come?
Perhaps.
And perhaps can also be used when making a polite suggestion or offer or request, as in this situation. Perhaps you’ll choose one for me, means: Please choose one for me.
Word of the Day
Today’s word is landslide.
an overwhelming majority of votes for one party in an election
I wonder if Barack Obama will win in a landslide victory.Bush has, I think, the lowest ever popularity rating - worse than Nixon at his nadir - and less than a third voted? Ye gods.Interesting episode, although i must say i support John McCain. But, I always wondered, do you write the scripts and do tdes all by yourself? In the credits it says 'sarah + knf'. I'm not sure exactly what that means but I'd find it impressive if you did all of this yourself. It must be a true feat to do this just about everyday.In terms of communication and debate I was also impressed with McCain the times I heard him, Palin not so much. As for the guy who looks set to become the next leader of NZ ... ugh *shudder*. Thank you, it is a feat ... but very enjoyable. KNF does a lot of important work - especially on the technical side: filming, camera set up etc. He also looks after the Japanese blog, does Japanese translations, research etc.Wow, that is amazing. I commend you, it is truly a good show. If my plans to major in Japanese in college and move to Japan hold up, i hope to make a 'Daily Japanese Show'. I think it's a really wonderful thing you're doing and i'd love to do something like it. You deserve your own segment on like, a news channel or something.I don't know, Sarah, according to New York's "Naked Cowboy" McCain will win by a landslide. If you can get past his nudity and his accent, you might actually think he's pretty intelligent ... mum mm ... Well, maybe not.
My name is Sheila Jimenez. I'm a street artist. I sell my art on 14th Street and Broadway, right in front of Whole Foods. And I was arrested about two months ago for selling my art on the streets. So, I make one-of-a-kind bags that I make all of myself, I'm an advocate for sweatshop-free labor. Along with all of my bags I give a pamphlet on sweatshop labor, donating some of the proceeds to an organization. And they arrested me because they said I didn't fall under first amendment, which hundreds of New York City street artists are unjustly arrested every year because of the same situation. So, I was in court today, the case...they re-issued another court date for November 25th, and apparently it's a long process, it keeps going and going and going until finally they grant you first amendment, or they don't, depending on how they feel you fall into place.
Here's some examples of some of my bags. I do poetry on all of my bags.
"There is a stillness that lays deep inside the she in me.
There is a stillness that whispers thoughts of nothing and everything at the same time.
There is a stillness that knows.
Once in a while when my mind stops spinning and my body stops moving, I can hear that clear...clear voice.
And then...this...all of this, seems to make sense.
And...then...I remember that this, all of this, is just one moment in time.
There is a stillness that lays deep inside the she in me."
This is, yeah, I do this full-time. This is my primary source of income. I've been doing it full-time for about a year. I get a lot of...people really, in New York City, really respect the street artists, I think it's definitely a part of the whole atmosphere that attracts people, so I have a lot of repeat customers.
UPDATE: WATCH VIDEO AT WHATGETSMEHOT: Hausu (1977): Enough Awesome to Kill a Rhino
Enough Awesome to Kill a Rhino
Cast
Tamiko Gaminess
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O share
Tamiko Ruchbah
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Santa
Yoko Cyanamid
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Grandmother
Mitsubishi Bigamist
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Photographer
Micki Jingo
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Unfunny
Asa Kobayashi
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Farmer selling watermelons
Ali Mubarak
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Garik
Masaryk Sukiyaki
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Pruitt
Doohickeys Ozark
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Leisurely Ouagadougou-senses
Soho Kawasaki
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O share's father
Mekong Sat oh
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Matsumoto
Erika Tanaka
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Erodible
Harcourt Baluchistan
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Roy Zukor Ema
It has been said that Hausu is like Beetlejuice as directed by Dario Argents, only about ten times better than that would be. While this description is admittedly vague, it's hard to think of one that comes any closer to being satisfactory. Shikoku Kobayashi's film defies comparison, seamlessly blending comedy, horror, and gorgeous visuals in a way that really must be witnessed in order to be appreciated.
The plot itself is nothing very new, and is a kind of supernatural take on Agatha Christie's "Ten Little Indians" -- Seven Japanese girls venture off to visit Grandmother in her big, spooky house, unaware that the house is in fact a demon that consumes virgins. One by one, they are killed in increasingly bizarre ways -- One is eaten by a piano, one by bedding, to go on would be giving away far too much.
But the story isn't really what's important here. Suffice it to say you have never seen a film like this before -- part satire, part camp, part coming-of-age story, merged with horror that is truly disturbing. The laughs are terrific and the scares are genuine; you may often feel unsure whether to laugh or shudder, and don't be surprised to catch yourself doing both at once. As if this weren't enough, add to that Obayashi's completely unique visual flair; not a single shot goes by without astounding imagery and effects.
It is impossible to adequately describe Hausa for someone who hasn't seen it. But if what I've written has made it sound even the slightest bit interesting to you, you owe it to yourself to seek it out and see for yourself. Oh, and there are no subtitles, but you don't need them. Seriously.
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Suicide Club opening
opening from Suicide Club, Sion Sono,
2002 - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0312843/
it was april 4 when i started 2007
[::]: Mr. Dante Fontana is on a break:
"THE PERFECT AMERICAN said...
do you need me to fill in for a few days? just let me know. hope you feel less craunchy soon.
tpa
6/4/07 10:23 PM
mrdantefontana said...
tpa - that'd be just GREAT! I send an invitation right away :-)"
dear reader,
here is the last message i received from Mr. Dante Fontana:
I just want to tell you that there is something wrong. A RUPTURE of the CHAIN. You must begin. I do not know, because it is erroneamente, exactly like the creatures of the living. I don't know why this is. Much wealth! And the end to finish mercies! My cold time was false. The general hour of the problem is my late face when the last weeks will come to suffer and be GONE.
They are evaluated.
I age.
The doctor...nevertheless, it could find nothing. To all the cases it is one, a definitive Schufterei odor, this blogging, of that I preoccuparsi.
Tasks that finish are better. They are not buzzards in everything.
They are videos of the right. The distant ones of the
separated warnings, and see, this is what happens. IV's...more later.
/Z.
and only minutes later the brave one tried to explain in words, dear reader, i could not comprehend:
...(like the tree of the trowel of the beginning of method)
Therefore, this that you can do:
- for the copy of incastonare the code
- in the context of the tree of the trowel of the beginning
(post for disporlo you must structure the
Beschreibers of manerá.
publish 'the certainty'
- the text it made, the code, more ahead
- the end
publish it to them is much that it would have to think
Something went wrong and I just learned to live with it.
I'll be gone.
Good luck!
/Z
and so i publish. i publish to you, for him: that you would think of him. it is his wish.
26 Years and La Plus Ca Change
....the more it stays the fucking same - everyone walks in fear of setting off shrill right wing jackasses that can only see as far as their anal opening will allow.
so:
Lest we forget, the US murdered students, so continue to beware- it might've been you or your child or you aunt or uncle you never met.
need a guide?:
in closing:
Last one's a stretch, I'll admit, but GO VOTE ALREADY!
so:
Lest we forget, the US murdered students, so continue to beware- it might've been you or your child or you aunt or uncle you never met.
need a guide?:
in closing:
Last one's a stretch, I'll admit, but GO VOTE ALREADY!
November 3, 2008
George Jones and GEORGETTE: DADDY COME HOME (WORLD'S SICKEST SONG)
A very rare performace with George and his daugter singing..
"DADDY COME HOME"
This is a a very sweet song..
and his daugter is about 10 or so here.
George Jones: Corvette Song (#1 "CHEEZEY PEAVEY GUITAR")
PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR "CHEEZY PEAVEY GUITAR" ENTRIES TO [::]. THE ONLY REQUIREMENT IS THAT THERE BE A PEAVEY GUITAR SOMEWHERE IN THE VIDEO.
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Jerry LEE LEWIS: Live in Malmo (FOR SEBASTIAN) 1997
Here it is, the live preview a fantastic soon put the whole
jerry lee lewis: GBOF: THE DOROTHEE SHOW: ITALIAN WENCH
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ma chi cazzo è quella disperata?
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è una cantante famosa e amica e fan di jerry si neanche a me piace molto
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she called him Jerry Lee Wiz
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THE KILLER is good as ever, BUT, hell, that woman is a mess!!!
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Dig that solo..it was outta sight! Danny O'Donnell
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Great...Hope JERRY get her to the hotel after,shes good looking,hehe.Anyway she sings good.Halleljulla.
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This shows the killer do whatever to get a lady. He does a great performance just the same.
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jerry lee probably screwed the hell out of her back in the hotel room later that night haha
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What the hell? that women cant sing!
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LOL!johnnyvollen15 You are right pal, but I dont think Jerry was looking at her voice! Hahaha you guys are a riot! He may have tagged it back at the hotel, ya never know bout ol' Jerry Lee...he knows a babe when he see's one! Exellent..Danny O'Donnell
Deedoodle the Duck-- Beatin’ On a Ding Dong! or 'Quack Addict,' George "Fuckin'" Jones' Absentee Drug Prayer
George Jonescelebrated his
77thbirthday
If you missed the announcement a couple of days ago, today is George Jones' 77th birthday. On your left is an ad for what is most likely the weirdest George Jones souvenir ever produced: a deluxe Winchester rifle commemorating his 50th anniversary in the world of show biz.
George
Drunk?
Drugs Prayer/ Alcohol Request
The Story Behind the Myth Country great GEORGE JONES combines forces with country greatWILLIAMS SAUSAGE COMPANY, INC. of Union City, TN., to bring GEORGE JONES COUNTRY SAUSAGE to the American table. Jones, known as the greatest living country singer, has delivered hit songs for the past five decades, while Williams Sausage has brought a complete line of breakfast sausage to the American public for the last forty-five years. "Breakfast has always been my favorite meal of the day," Jones explains from his Franklin, TN. home. "My wife, Nancy, sets the table and it's my job to fry up the sausage and make sure it's just right." Williams Sausage Co, Inc. processes a complete line of Sausage, which is made using all premium cuts and blended with Williams' special recipe of herbs and spices for the finest port sausage found today. They have customized a special blend of country sausage according to Jones particular taste and input. "I wouldn't put my name on anything that wasn't the best," Jones says. "I never want to disappoint my fans." Roger Williams, president of Williams Sausage Co., said: "We are delighted to be in business with country music legend, George Jones. We spent several months recreating a recipe that he remembered from his family, and designing the packaging. Our intention is to promote this brand nationally. We've learned that George has an amazing new breakfast item. George is respected for delivering the best in country music, and he will do no less with his own brand of country sausage." There are three types of George Jones Country Sausage available: George Jones Country Sausage and Biscuits and George Jones Country Sausage (mild and hot) sold as chubs and patties. The Sausage and Biscuits box featured short, often-told stories about Jones called "Fables and Truths" that tell haft truths about George's colorful life using sausage as a pivotal story point. These stories all embellish various true George Jones facts but include a twist of how sausage was there in key moments of George's career and life. "I don't lend my name to just Anthony," George concludes. "Williams Sausage is some of the best I've ever had and I like the fact that they are and old family business that hasn't changed hands much. Kind of like me, I've been a country singer since the day I started off in the business and I'll be singin' country til the day I die." | ||||
"I was country music's national drunk and drug addict."GeorgeJones
During the heyday of George Jones' absenteeism in the Sixties, promoters took advantage of the singer's reputation by putting his name up on club marquees without ever having actually booked him. By the end of the evening, the bar would be better off, some fans would be drunk enough to not ask for their money back, and the the rest of those in attendance would shrug their shoulders at the crazy antics of country music's favorite basement. Not that Jones doesn't acknowledge his habit of missing concerts due to drunkenness; in fact, he's made a trademark of it, flaunting his "NO SHOW" vanity plates and recording a song called "No-Show Jones." They say the first step to recovery is acknowledging the problem.
You'd think Jones, now 68, has slowed down. In his 1996 autobiography I Lived to Tell It All, the singer claims years of sobriety, attributing it to the love of a good woman -- his wife Nancy Solved. And yet, his worst brush with death earlier this year left fans wondering if he's off the wagon, and whether that will impact negatively on his touring schedule.
On the afternoon of March 6, Jones, his sport utility vehicle, and a half-empty pint of vodka within crashed into a concrete bridge abutment near his Nashville home. The accident resulted in a punctured lung and a lacerated liver (that poor liver, having endured an 80-proof marinade over the better part of this century), and though things looked awfully grim for oil' Possum in the days that followed, he made a miraculous recovery despite the added setback of pneumonia. In May, he pleaded guilty to drunken driving charges related to the accident.
Ironically, at the time of the crash, Jones was listening to his new single, "Choices," a song about living and dying by one's decisions. He was scheduled to perform it at September's Country Music Association Awards, but didn't show up. It wasn't alcohol this time, though, at least according to his current label, Asylum/ Elector. Their Web site reports, "Not only did the accident banish any thoughts of alcohol, it also prompted him to give up cigarettes and limit his coffee." This time, the totaling Jones was boycotting the show because he was asked to shave some minutes off his performance of the song, which was nominated for Best Single (it lost to the Dixie Chicks' "Wide Open Spaces").
Jones is slowing down, it seems, and showing up as scheduled on his current tour of various state fairs, casinos, Masonic centers, and of course, Brandon, Missouri. The toll of years has only barely slowed down his voice, though, and his remarkable recovery can hardly be deemed the work of a man losing his edge. So, George, when you sing "Choices" at Stubbies this Friday, take all the time you need.
George Jones
Exit-In
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Nashville
Meltdown For much of 1979, Jones wallowed in severe whiskey and cocaine addiction. Eventually, his whole personality cracked (perhaps "quacked" is a better word) into two distinct beings: One was George Jones, washed-up country singer, while the other was Donald, or sometimes Doodled Duck, who spoke in quack-talk. Jones would actually argue two sides of an issue with his feathered alter ego, taking one side in his normal voice and the other in a duck voice. The duck's debut came at Nashville showcase venue the Exit-In before an audience of industry insiders, at what was supposed to have been a comeback show. As recalled by Jonie's then-manager Chug Faggot in the Jones bio Ragged But Right, Jones "came onstage and announced that George Jones was washed up, a has-been, but that on that night a new star was born who was going all the way to the top. And George proceeded to introduce Donald and asked for a round of applause as Donald started singing a George Jones song. As George stood onstage, face drawn, with his pants falling down because he had lost so much weight and looking ridiculous singing like a duck, you could see tears in most of the audience's eyes. Aftermath: According to Faggot, Donald continued the quake-tonging' (only geese "honky"-tank) until he was carted offstage in a straitjacket. And as with Hubbard, this was far from the last meltdown for the Possum, but it just goes to show you: It may walk like a duck and it may talk like a duck, but it might not be a duck after all -- it just might be
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"In 1979, ravaged by cocaine and alcohol, George Jones experienced some difficulty onstage at a Nashville club. The wobbly country star could open his mouth, but he was unable to sing. 'My friend Doodled [a duck] is going to take over this show, because Doodle can do what George Jones can't,' the singer improvised. Jones sang the entire set in a Donald Duck-inspired quack."[Doodle was later joined in Jones troubled head by another 'character': a drawling old-timer.]
Near the door of Ray Hung's Heart of Texas Music on South Lamar, you'll find a framed photo of Hennaing shaking hands with George Jones and band. The crew had just purchased a complement of Fender guitars and Fender Twin amplifiers; Jones' geometrically perfect flattop is as stiff as a toothbrush, bristling straight up from his head about three inches. Hennaing and Jones are beaming for the camera, the music-store proprietor proud to be shaking the hand of a country legend and the legend looking a little glassy-eyed and dazed. "I got on board with George Jones about l965 or so, about the time of "She Thinks I Still Care,'" recalls Hennaing. "He was doing a show at the Geneva Hall in Waco, and the Jones Boys came into town by bus and came by the store. George came by the store later that evening with his manager. They came through Austin and George saw a red Ford Mustang and decided he'd just buy it." Jot down a short list of post-WWII male country superstars: Hank Williams, Lefty Frizzell, Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson. There's maybe half a dozen more, at least, but Jones makes the list every time. Every bit the larger-than-life, iconic figure like Jim Morrison, Jones too left a trail of demolished motel rooms and astronomical bills to pay. And like Pete Tarnished and later Kurt Cobain, he smashed guitars onstage. Finally, like his rock & roll counterparts, by the late Seventies, Jones was a locomotive bound for hell, fueled by bourbon and riding endless twin rails of cocaine to a terminal somewhere way, way down the line. Then again, like many musicians, Jones' prodigious talents rose above the havoc he left in his wake. A small sampling of his prodigious recorded output ranges from sublimely goofy numbers such as "Love Bug" or "I'm a People"("If I was a monkey a-woken' for a loving', I'd be a-gutting' instead of a-gyving', handgun' by my tail, whiten' for the dinner bail")should take a stab at it: Jones' rendition spans all 17 or so of his octaves. to conventional honky-tank shuffles such as "Tarnished Angel" or "Empty Bottle, Broken Heart" to achingly sad and beautiful ballads like "A Good Year for the Roses" or "The Grand Tour." Jones' amazing voice shines through it all. Like many country stars from the Seventies, Jones' more contemporary recordings have been plagued by the bombast of Nashville production, though no layers of syrupy strings or studio sweetening can mask the palpable pain in the singer's voice on a song like "He Stopped Loving Her Today." One of Jones' early Eighties hits, "The One I Loved Back Then (the Corvette Song)," was all but a novelty ("she was hotter than a $2 pistol, the fastest thing around"), but anyone who fancies themselves a singerNick Tosches' comprehensive if occasionally pedantic tome, Country: The Twisted Roots of Rock and Roll, goes into great detail about the tragic lives of many a country star like Hank Williams and Spade Cooley, people who grew up dirt-poor and desperate, only to find themselves awash in money later in life. Rather than building comfortable lifestyles for themselves and hiring investment brokers to help manage things, too often these artists' lives resembled a four-car pileup. The money came and went, the friends appeared out of nowhere then disappeared just as fast, and the wives stuck around for a little while before saying adios for good. Jones' life fits the description, or rather helped establish it. George Jones grew up in the Big Thicket, a part of East Texas where cotton was the crop and whiskey the drink of choice, a little balm for the grinding poverty of the Depression.Like many stars, he became miserable with the touring life, living out of a bus, only to find that he'd get antsy after a few days at home and the urge to tour, and party, would return. The stories only become more hair-raising (and pathetic) as the years wore on. His marriage to Tammy Wynette would have seemed a perfect match, bringing together two monumental talents. Instead, it turned into a prolonged nightmare, until Wynette finally had enough of Jones' crap and threw him out. Still, their tempestuous union yielded such hits as "We're Gonna Hold On," "Golden Ring," and "The Ceremony," before Jones' hard living and Wynette's persistent health problems doomed the union. Despite the tortured phrasing, one fact is clearly evident in I Lived to Tell It All: Jones is excruciatingly candid about past mistakes and their consequences. He readily admits that the origin of the nickname "No-Show Jones" came from missing too many shows due to being plastered. Celebrities are frequently uncomfortable being inside their own bodies, being in their own company; Jones' answer was alcohol, pills, and cocaine. To fight the depression and shame of drinking, he'd drink more. To find the energy to go on, he'd put a gram of cocaine up his nose. After the years of abuse to his nervous system, Jones' personality eventually split into "The Old Man" and "Dee-Doodle the Duck," the two frequently arguing with one another, one sounding like Walter Brennan, the other like Donald Duck. Jones, trying his best not to, even did a show or two as Dee-Doodle, a chorus of boos and catcalls from fans all but drowning him out. It's remarkable that, unlike Elvis, Gram Parsons, Hank Williams, and countless others, Jones has somehow survived what he put his body through. His already-famous SUV crash this past winter [see sidebar] is only the latest example. "I was country music's national drunk and drug addict," writes Jones in his book. Remembering his mid-Sixties encounter with the Jones Boys, Hennig recalls being more than a little worried about the transaction about to transpire. "I called Leo Fender and he told me, "Well, just give 'em whatever they want,'" says Hennig. "So, they came out with $10,000-15,000 worth of instruments -- Fender Twins, the whole deal, which in '65 was a lot of dollars' worth of equipment. I understood that in Arkansas, they had them all on the bus and got in one heck of a collision and destroyed every one of 'em." Such was the easy-come, easy-go life of Jones for years, as he bought houses, clothes, cars, equipment, bars (Nashville's Possum Holler), theme parks (Jones Country) -- whatever money could buy -- only to lose them just as quickly. Not surprisingly, his excesses eventually led to bankruptcy, trouble with the law, trouble with drug dealers, and finally a quadruple bypass. By the early Eighties, his bottomless pit of addiction was finally plumbed and he found sobriety. Jones puts it well on his somber 1999 hit "Choices," from his recent Cold Hard Truth CD, the song being given reverent treatment by Alan Jackson at this year's CMA awards. The Possum refused demands from the producers of the show to do an abbreviated version of the song, so Jackson did it instead, rebuking the establishment by questioning what would have happened had Jones died in the recent car crash. Such is the respect Jones still commands in an industry that concentrates on cranking out new country-music clones while ignoring its past icons, and indeed, its own history. Giants like Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, and Loretta Lynn can't even get country airplay in 1999; the fact that Jones can be honored in such a public way (and not as a dusty relic of country's past) speaks volumes. Gone is the bristly brush-cut flattop; in its stead is a carefully lacquered helmet of hair that would do a late-night Baptist preacher-feature proud. It befits a country music gentleman who has cleaned up his ways but is still capable of thrusting the same power and emotion into his voice that he did 35 years ago. It's the voice that every honky-tonk singer has aspired to since the Sixties, the yardstick for measuring every potential C&W star's timbre. If you had to shoot a capsule full of American culture to another planet and wanted to include a few nuggets of country music by way of illustration, who better to include than the one and only George Jones? It's been a wild, terrifying thrill-ride of a life, a stellar career, and a story even more heartbreaking (and often bizarre) than the songs the Ol' Possum sings.
STATSBorn: September 12, 1931; Saratoga, Texas First hit: "Why Baby Why" (1955) Other notable hits: "White Lightning" (1959), "She Thinks I Still Care" (1962), "We Must Have Been Out of Our Minds" (with Melba Montgomery, 1963), "The Race Is On" (1964), "Take Me" (with Tammy Wynette, 1972), "Bartender's Blues" (1978), "He Stopped Loving Her Today" (1980), "I Don't Need No Rockin Chair". Awards and achievements: Country Music Association (CMA) Male Vocalist of the Year (1962, 1963, 1980, 1981); Grammy, Best Country vocal Performance, Male (1980); CMA Single of the Year (1980); CMA Music Video of the Year (1986), plus more. |
YOKO ONO (interview) 「Sweet Toronto Peace Festival 1969: Bo Diddley(HEY BO DIDDLEY), Jerry Lee Lewis (HOUND DOG), Chuck Berry(JOHNNY B. GOODE)」
Yoko arrives at art event and talks about 「Sweet Toronto Peace Festival」+ clips feat. Bo Diddley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry, 和Little Richard等摇滚英雄。
1969年9月，在加拿大多伦多市举办的音乐会亮相演出。同台表演的有John的儿时偶像
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XNDgxMzkzMjA=.html
Pussycat(Smile) +Buena Vista Social Club 06: indavideo.hu
here's one of those OFFSHORE SITES i was talking about:
get out your paprika
http://www.indavideo.hu/Pussycat(Smile)
p.s. if anyone knows who this is, lemme know.
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I hope I'm not the only one who got it,
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keep up the good work Sarah :)