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Thursday, August 16, 2007

THE KING REMEMBERED

Thirty years ago today, my parents woke me up from a deep summertime nap -- to tell me that Elvis Presley had died.

Here I was, this nine year-old kid. What did I know from Elvis?

I knew though, that somehow it was huge news. And by default, that made me sad.

Ever since, I've always had a fondness for The King. Here's my brief video tribute (they'll give you goose-pimples, 'specially the second one).








Here's his original obit via The Washington Post:

Thursday, August 17, 1977

Rock Idol Elvis Presley Dies at 42

By Larry Rohter and Tom Zito
Washington Post Staff Writers

Elvis Presley, who revolutionized American popular music with his earthy singing style and became a hero to two generations of rock 'n' roll fans, died yesterday in Memphis, Tenn. He was 42.

Shelby County Medical Examiner Dr. Jerry Francisco said last night an autopsy indicated Presley died of "cardiac arrhythmia," which he described as a "severely irregular heartbeat" and "just another name for a form of heart attack." He said the three-hour autopsy uncovered no sign of any other diseases -- though Presley had in recent years been treated at Baptist Memorial Hospital for hypertension, pneumonia and an enlarged colon -- and there was no sign of any drug abuse.

Presley’s body was discovered at 2:30 p.m. Memphis time by his road manager, Jerry Esposito, in a bathroom in the singer’s multimillion-dollar Graceland Mansion. He was rushed to the Baptist Memorial, where he was met by his personal physician, Dr. George C. Nichopoulos, and pronounced dead.

Dr. Willis Madrey, a specialist in liver disease at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, said yesterday that two years ago Presley’s doctors sent him a sample of Presley’s liver for analysis. "It showed no significant abnormalities." Madrey said, "nothing of any help at all in evaluation."

"I had understood he was having some gastrointestinal problems his doctors were trying to evaluate," Madrey said. But "well over a year ago," Madrey added, he saw one of Presley’s doctors and was told "he seemed fine" and "the only problem he had medically was obesity."

Ginger Alden reportedly Presley’s fiancee and members of his staff were all at the mansion yesterday at the time the singer was found unconscious, Nichopoulos said.

In 1956, when Presley came crackling out of every radio and speaker in the land, young Americans notions about independence -- from parents, from religion, from the values of the time -- were forming. Elvis became "The King" of rock 'n' roll, but also of the emerging youth culture. He was a young, hip-thrusting, white singing music that was essentially black. Part of his attraction was that the '50s teenagers viewed him as epitomizing everything they thought their parents feared they would become -- cocky, slick, brash, tough, black-leatherclad, motorcycle straddling, stiletto-shoed.

Their hunches of their parents' fears were well confirmed after Presley’s appearance on a 1956 Ed Sullivan show. While millions of teenagers screamed in unison across the land, a Catholic priest in New York scorned Sullivan for this "moral injury" and condemned Presley for his "voodoo of defiance and frustration."

Overall, he sold more than 500 million records worldwide and made 33 films. He was a millionaire many times over and lived in a style that reflected it: ensconced in his Graceland Mansion behind locked gates, like the reclusive characters in "Citizen Kane," handing out jewels and Cadillacs to friends and even casual acquaintances.

No American performer had so broad an impact on culture around the world. In 1958, Communists blamed the influence of Presley for a riot in East Berlin as youths threatened to kill a border guard. In 1964, Presley received a write-in vote for President. A Memphis businessman who got in a fistfight with the singer had to close his shop because fans picketed the place.

His career began its ascent at virtually the same time of James Dean, another young star with a tough image, and Presley felt a sense of kinship with Dean.

Presley "knew I was a friend of Jimmy’s," said Nicholas Ray, director of Dean’s second film, "Rebel Without a Cause," so he got down on his knees before me and began to recite whole pages from the script. Elvis must have seen "Rebel" a dozen times by then and remembered every one of Jimmy’s lines.

Presley’s songs, particularly the early ones, expressed succinctly the rising rebellion of young people beginning to break from the Cold War doldrums of the Eisenhower era: "Have you heard the news/There’s good rockin’ tonight:" "You can do what you want/but lay off my blue suede shoes:" "Everybody in the whole cell block/Dancin’ to the jail house rock:" "Don’t be cruel/To a heart that’s true:" "Baby, let’s play house."

Born in Tupelo, Miss., on Jan. 8, 1935 -- his twin brother, Jesse Garon, died at birth -- Elvis Presley was 18 when he walked into a Memphis studio and paid $4 to record "My Happiness" and "That’s When Your Heartaches Begin" as a present for his mother.

Raised in a religious atmosphere, Presley had begun his singing career by performing hymns and gospel tunes with his parents, Vernon and Gladys, at concerts and state fairs. His parents bought him his first guitar at age 11, and he remained close to them even after acquiring a rebellious image -- his feelings for his mother, who died at age 46 of a heart attack were known to be especially strong.

Sam Phillips, owner of the studio, intrigued by the rough, soulful quality of the young truck driver’s voice, invited him back to practice with some local musicians. A few months later Phillips’ Sam Records released Presley’s version of the blues tune "That’s All Right," backed by the country song "Blue Moon of Kentucky," and the singer’s career was launched.

The synthesis of black blues and white country music made Presley a unique artist from the start and Memphis was quick to appreciate that. Presley’s recording went to the top of the local charts almost immediately, eventually selling 20,000 copies, and Presley was invited to appear on the Louisiana Hayride country show and at the Grand Ole Opry.

At the Opry, however, the first of the many controversies that were to engulf Presley almost caused him to give up his career. Told by the talent booker there that he was no good, Presley broke into tears and left his performing costume in a filling station.

He recovered quickly, though, and went on to record a whole string of hits for Sun Records, which sold his contract for $40,000 -- then a record -- to RCA in 1955. His first record for RCA was "Heartbreak Hotel," which early in 1956 made him a nationwide sensation.

Months earlier, in November 1955, Col. Tom Parker, an established country music agent, had concluded a management agreement with Presley. Parker was instrumental in arranging Presley’s switch from Sun to RCA and was to remain Presley’s manager to the end, shrewdly guiding his client’s career, limiting or encouraging public exposure in such a way that Presley was almost always able to command top dollar on the competitive concert and recording circuit.

Once, after Presley had been made an honorary narcotics agent by President Nixon, a White House staffer contacted Parker to request a musical performance. Parker told the staffer that Presley would be honored, and that his fee for the occasion would be $25,000. That ended that.

Six months after the record "Heartbreak Hotel" had rippled heartthrobs through teenage America, Ed Sullivan promised to bring "The King" into the nation’s living rooms: for $50,000 Sullivan signed Presley to three performances.

When the first show hit the airwaves on Sept. 9, 1956, the response was predictable. Sullivan showed him only from the waist up, rocking around on the tube. Record sales soared, and the critics had new ammunition.

"It isn’t enough to say that Elvis is king to his parents," wrote jazz musician Eddie Condon. "That still isn’t a free ticket to behave like a sex maniac in public before millions of impressionable kids. According to a scholarly friend of mine, Jackie Gleason, we’ll survive Elvis. "He can’t last,’ said Gleason, 'I tell you flatly, he can’t last.' "

New York Times critic Jack Gould observed: "Mr. Presley has no discernible singing ability. His specialty is rhythm songs which he renders in an undistinguished whine: his phrasing, if it can be called that, consists of stereotyped variations that go with a beginner's aria in a bathtub. For the ear he is an unutterable bore, not nearly so talented as Frank Sinatra back in the latter’s rather hysterical days at the Paramount Theater.

"From watching Mr. Presley it is wholly evident that his skill lies in another direction. He is a rock-and-roll version of one of the most standard acts in show business: the virtuoso of the hootchy-kootchy. His one specialty is an accentuated movement of the body that heretofore has been previously identified with the repertoire of the blonde bombshells of the burlesque runway."

And at the Washington Post, Richard Coe, reviewing an early Presley movie, spoke of the singer’s popularity as a manifestation of an "adulation of youth, youth that is raw, untrained, and undisciplined, youth which worships the most primitive urges and physical appeal, youth which has no truck with its elders.

"...This youth lives in a crowd and insists that it is lonely and misunderstood, appears to have no education, respect for customs or elders and no manners whatsoever."

Other performers, on shows with Presley, were puzzled by the strong reaction the young singer got from audiences. Jerry Lee Lewis took to closing his shows by standing on the piano in an attempt to upstage Elvis. But it did no good. Presley was even able to take others’ material -- like Carl Perkins’ "Blue Suede Shoes" -- and make it a hit of even greater magnitude.

"Elvis had the looks on me," Perkins once told an interviewer. "The girls were going for him for more reasons than music. Elvis was hittin' 'em with sideburns, flashy clothes and no ring on that finger. I had three kids. There was no way of keeping Elvis from being the man in that music."

A month after the first Sullivan appearance, 20th Century Fox was readying Elvis' first film for Thanksgiving release. Originally titled "The Reno Brothers," it was changed to "Love Me Tender" to capitalize on the song Presley had introduced on the Sullivan show. The studio made 575 prints of the film for its first run -- the largest in Fox’s history.

A year later Presley was drafted into the U.S. Army. Boarding a troop ship for an 18-month tour of duty in Europe as a Jeep driver, he told a reporter: "The first place I want go is Paris and look up Brigitte Bardot."

Presley was just another cog in the military machine, stationed in Frieburg, West Germany. But Col. Parker had ensured that Presley would not be forgotten during the two years he was away by having him record a stack of songs before leaving for Europe.

During his period of military service, Presley made no public appearances and completed only one recording session. Of the five singles released during Presley’s absence from the U.S. rock 'n' roll scene, all eventually became million sellers.

When Presley was discharged a sergeant early in 1960, he was still "The King," though stars such as Ricky Nelson had come along in the interim.

Presley returned from the Army to find that rock 'n' roll tastes had changed dramatically in his absence. Presley himself underwent a drastic change of style, eschewing his trademark sideburns and hip-shaking music in favor of romantic, dramatic ballads, such as "It’s Now or Never" and "Are You Lonesome Tonight?"

These records proved to be as popular as his hard-rocking numbers, but Presley by this time was more interested in making movies than anything else. After an appearance on a Frank Sinatra TV special, in which he alarmed old fans by performing in tails, Presley retired from concerts and television for nearly a decade.

His movies during this period included such potboilers as "Fun in Acapulco" and "Girls! Girls! Girls!" disillusioning some fans even further. But in 1968, Col. Parker engineered a change of direction, and Elvis who had seemed to many to be old fashioned after the emergence of the Beatles in 1964, once again became the hottest thing in pop music.

"It was a staggering moment," writes Greil Marcus in his book "Mystery Train." "In the months preceding, Elvis had begun to turn away from the seamless boredom of the movies and the hackneyed music of the soundtrack albums, staking out a style on a few half-successful singles, presenting the new persona of a man whose natural roughness was tempered by experience. The records had been careful, respectable efforts, but now he was putting everything on the line, risking his comforts and his case for his chance to start over."

The vehicle of Presley’s comeback was a Christmastime TV special, broadcast by NBC. The response to that show encouraged Presley to get together with guitarist James Burton and pianist Glen D. Hardin; two of rock’s top recording session musicians and go out on the road again.

His audience on that concert tour -- and on his subsequent tours, which brought him to the Washington area three times in recent years -- was more mature than that of a decade earlier, reflecting perhaps the fact that Presley himself was settling down.

On May 1, 1967, Presley had married Priscilla Beaulieu, the daughter of a U.S. Army colonel. On Feb. 1, 1968, a daughter, Lisa Marie, was born to the couple. The marriage ended, after lengthy and expensive divorce proceedings, in October 1973.

After the divorce, Priscilla Presley, who the singer had begun dating while in the Army, was given custody of the child. Presley never married again, but it was recently reported that he was about to marry 20-year-old Ginger Alden. She was reportedly spotted wearing a $50,000 diamond engagement ring from Presley.

Reports of Presley’s declining health and increasing weight first date from the time of his divorce. By 1976, in the authoritative "Rolling Stone Illustrated History of Rock 'n' Roll," critic Peter Graining was moved to say, "It seems to be a continuing battle ... and Elvis is not winning. His hair is dyed, his teeth are capped, his middle is girdled, his voice is a husk, and his eyes film over with glassy impersonality. He is no longer, it seems, used to the air and, because he cannot endure the scorn of strangers, will not go out if his hair isn’t right, if his weight -- which fluctuates wildly -- is not down. He has tantrums onstage and, like some aging politician, is reduced to the ranks of grotesque."

Earlier this year, Presley canceled several performances in Louisiana and returned to Memphis for what his physicians said was exhaustion. And in Baltimore, he cut short a show and disappeared form the stage for several minutes, only to return claiming he had merely been answering "the call of nature." But after hearing of Presley’s death, Baltimore fan Beverly Hochstedt, who sat patiently outside the Baltimore Civic Center for 40 hours when tickets for his show there last March first went on sale, recalled not the erratic show, but the man.

"Oh, God, what can I say," sobbed the 31-year-old fan. "I just feel so lost, I feel shattered. I feel like I lost a very, very, close, very, dear friend, part of my own family."

Reaction among fans, performers and music industry executives elsewhere was also emotional. In Santiago, Chile, newspapers stopped the presses and radio stations changed their evening programming to recount the life of "El Rey de Rock 'n' Roll." In Memphis, the telephone system was reported unable to handle the volume of calls coming into the city from around the country. Hundreds of weeping fans gathered outside Baptist Memorial and Graceland Mansion last night.

Two European radio stations also suspended regular programming as soon as Presley’s death was announced. Radio Luxembourg, the continent’s most widely listened-to pop station, canceled all its commercials to play Presley’s music nonstop.

"This is the end of rock 'n' roll," said Bob Moore Merlis, an executive with Warner Bros. Records, who compiled an anthology of Presley’s early material several years ago for RCA. "The void he will leave is impossible to gauge," said Pat Boone, an early rival of Presley’s.

"The King is dead," said former Beatle John Lennon last night. "But rock 'n' roll will never die. Long live the King."

"His music was the only thing exclusively ours," said Carl Wilson of The Beach Boys. "His wasn’t my and mom and dad’s music. His voice was a total miracle in the music business."

The White House said last night that President Carter will "probably issue a statement on Presley today."

No arrangements have been announced yet for Presley’s funeral.

© 1977 The Washington Post Co.

Friday, August 10, 2007

HOT CHICKS AND THE UGLY DUDES THEY LOVE

I love so many things about chicks. Above and beyond the obvious, I always admired the way some could be with the goofiest guy they could find and love 'em like he was George Clooney. I dare any guy out there to do the same. Point being, men have to be physically attracted first and foremost.

First up on the list??



Check out this awesome MAXIM ONLINE link for the rest: 12 Hot Women and the Hideous Men They Love.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

BOLLYWOOD'S 'THRILLER' ...

Hilarious or downright horrific?

You decide ...

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

A PIECE OF HISTORY ...

Bonds.

No. 756.

'Nuff said ...

AN EXTRA'S TAKE ON HEATH'S JOKER

NEW "DARK KNIGHT PICS" as of 8/17!! CLICK HERE

James Isreal over at his blog JUMP CUTS, has an exclusive scoop regarding Heath Ledger's portrayal of the Joker in the upcoming "The Dark Knight." It seems that an extra on the set studied Heath while the actor was "in the zone."

Here's what the extra/actor had to say:

As regards to how Heath Ledger *seemed* as the Joker, he seemed like he WAS the Joker, and didn't need to let anyone know it - rather contained, but ready to explode at any moment in an unexpected fashion. Menacing, but more because he seemed like he was probably crazy, and maybe violent, rather than that he was TRYING to scare you. (and by the way, all he did during the scenes I was in was sit in his holding cell, reacting and listening...so, he's a very fine actor if I imbibed all this from just watching him sit there...) He didn't talk a lot between takes, but he also wasn't "Don't approach me!" in his manner - a real pro, in other words.

In short, he seemed just like the Joker SHOULD seem.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

THE MOST BANKABLE STAR IS H'WOOD IS ...


... None other than Matt Damon.

Fresh off the heels of this weekend's record-breaking opening for "The Bourne Ultimatum," Damon is officially entertainment's best investment, reports Forbes.com.

In his past three roles, for every dollar he was paid, the actor brought in $29 of gross income. That catapults the 36-year-old thesp over 22 other film heavyweights, ranked with the same financial formula.

In Damon's spy franchise, the first two "Bourne" movies grossed an estimated $850 million at the box office and in DVD sales. The third installment released on Friday -- "The Bourne Ultimatum" -- snagged $70.2 million at the box office and is officially the biggest August film opening ever.

Brad Pitt took second place on the list, with a gross income return of $24 for each dollar of his pay and Vince Vaughn tied with Johnny Depp for third with $21.

As for the chicks, Pitt's ex-wife, Jennifer Aniston, is officially the most profitable actress with a gross income return of $17. Pitt's current squeeze Angelina Jolie, ranked sixth with $15.

Oscar-winner Russell Crowe is smack dab at the bottom of the list. His last three films _ "A Good Year," "Cinderella Man" and "Master and Commander" _ averaged just $5 in gross income for every dollar spent on his pay.

Movies starring the two Hollywood Toms - Hanks and Cruise - averaged $12 and $11 of gross income, respectively. Will Smith and Denzel Washington each brought in $10.

In terms of comedy, Adam Sandler brought in $9 per dollar earned, Will Ferrell and Jim Carrey $8 each.

Forbes.com calculated the net revenue for a film by adding the worldwide box office and revenues from U.S. DVD and video rentals and then subtracting its budget. The net revenue was divided by the actor's total compensation to derive gross income. The average gross income of an actor's last three films produced their box-office return.

Monday, August 6, 2007

THERE IS NO GOD ...

How can this be? How can China's hairiest man (if not the world's) have a receding hairline?

HOW?!

In any case, it's Yu Zhenhuan, who poses on a track in Beijing. He's bidding to run in next year's Olympic torch relay.

Sheesh ...

MORE RESPONSIBLE MARKETING

About a week ago, I waxed poetic about how irresponsible I thought the teaser poster for JJ Abrams' new untitled disaster flick was.

The one sheet depicts a headless Statue of Liberty overlooking a gloom-soaked and nearly detroyed Big Apple skyline. I know it's a fun sci-fi film and all but it just seemed wrong to me.

Well since there are thousands of geeks and fanboys online devoted to everything Abrams, check out this cool faux teaser poster which I think is much more appropriate and equally as effective.



It works. Check out some more fan made posters, HERE.

Friday, August 3, 2007

A RETURN TO THE 3 MARTINI LUNCH & THE '77 YANKS


Two incredible new shows are making my doldroms of summer TV a bit more enjoyable. And both are pretty retro in flavor.

Maybe that's why I dig them so much.

The first, "Mad Men," is an AMC drama original drama set and produced in the Big Apple. Created by "The Sopranos" writer and executive producer Matthew Weiner, it's set in 1960 at the fictional Sterling Cooper Advertising Agency on Madison Avenue (hence the title) and centers on a high-level advertising executive and the people in his life in and out of the office.

Interestingly, it also depicts some of the social mores of late 1950s America that were soon to change. It debuted on July 19, 2007, and was given an initial production of 13 episodes. After the airing of the pilot, the series received critical praise for its historical accuracy and visual style.

Frankly, it's weird seeing a show like this on modern TV. Many of the questionable aspects of "Mad Men" were accepted facets of society in the late 1950s and early 1960s (the pilot takes place in March 1960), include smoking, drinking (alcoholic beverages), extreme sexism, and racial bias.

Smoking, which was more common circa 1960, is featured throughout the series. Everyone lights up. Even pregnant women! In the pilot, representatives of Lucky Strike cigarettes come to Sterling Cooper looking for a new advertising campaign in the wake of a Reader's Digest report that smoking will lead to various health issues including lung cancer. It was not uncommon for businessmen, like advertising executives, to have large quantities of alcohol on a daily basis; sometimes, food breaks in the office were referred to as the three martini lunch.

It's retro all the way, baby! Enjoy the trailer.



The second best show of the summer is "The Bronx Is Burning," another scripted drama which premiered on ESPN on July 9, 2007. It is an eight-episode mini-series adapted from Jonathan Mahler's best-selling book, "Ladies and Gentlemen, The Bronx Is Burning."

It centers on baseball's triumph over the turmoil and hysteria of 1977 New York City, and how the New York Yankees came to embody all of the hopes and fears of an unforgettable summer with Billy Martin and Reggie Jackson's warfare under George Steinbrenner's leadership. Throw in the mania surrounding the "Son of Sam" serial killer, infamous blackout and the mayoral race and you have one fine, fine show.

And the cast is killer... It stars John Turturro as Billy Martin, Oliver Platt and George Steinbrenner and Daniel Sunjata as theone and only reggie Jackson.

The series marks the 30th anniversary of the 1977 World Series win for the Yankees, the first under Steinbrenner.

After airing on ESPN, the episodes can be seen on ABC on Demand.

Some trivia: The title refers to an off-the-cuff comment by broadcaster Howard Cosell during the ABC telecast of Game Two of the 1977 World Series:

"As night descended, ABC, broadcasting the game, cut to a helicopter camera for an overhead view of Yankee Stadium and the surrounding neighborhood, where, bizarrely, a large fire raged out of control. Howard Cosell intoned, 'There it is, ladies and gentlemen, the Bronx is burning."

Enjoy the preview...

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

DOESN'T THIS JUST SEEM WRONG?


Am I the only one thinking this, as I stare at a headless Statue of Liberty with smoke plumes rising up from the Big Apple skyline?

It wasn't that long ago after 9-11 that Hollywood studios wouldn't even think to release a film with as much of a sneeze in terms of violence.

And, if I remember correctly, film releases of the actioner "Collateral Damage" and prison drama "The Last Castle" has to be postponed because of the former's violent nature and title and the latter's image of an upside flag on the one-sheet.

For those not-in-the-know, the above image is from J.J. Abrams new as-yet-untitled sci-fi disaster film. Geeks online have tagged it "Cloverfield," "1-18-08," "Collossus" and "Monstrous."

While the kick booty trailer is a combo of "The Blair Witch Project" and "Independence Day," I must admit that the one sheet is a tad much and perhaps irresponsible promotion and marketing.



In these post 9-11 days of terror alerts and bombings everywhere, I don't think we really need to see an image as horrid as this to sell films.

Well... Maybe only if the flick is about apes, stars Charlton Heston and set wwaaaaaay in the future. True sci-fi.

Done ranting.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

GOODBYE TO A BROADCAST LEGEND

No one knows the TV biz like Tom Shales, so if I may, I'll defer to him and his awesome feature obit on Tom Snyder, a true TV broadcast legend.

Tom Snyder Turned Television Into a Tete-a-Tete

By Tom Shales
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Tom Snyder was born to broadcast. He loved television and it loved him back. In that, he was a member of a vanishing breed, especially as narrowcasting displaces broadcasting, "online" replaces "on the air," and any Tom, Dick or Mary can be monarch of a desktop domain, uplinking themselves to satellites in space.

Snyder's death Sunday from leukemia, at the age of 71, was not "the end of an era," as is often said of legendary figures in any field, but another poignant part of a long goodbye, of a transition painful to those who remember the great broadcasters of television with deep affection -- Dave Garroway, Howard Cosell, Jack Paar, and some, like Regis Philbin, who are still alive and working.

All they needed was a TV studio, a relatively small crew and a camera or two with which to reach out across the country into big cities and small towns, tenements and penthouses, and keep a viewer captive, speaking not to "everybody" but to each individual, intimately.

Snyder made his last network talk show, "The Late Late Show" on CBS, partly a celebration of television -- as it is, but also as it was. "The simulcast is up and running," he'd say after his introductory chatter about whatever was on his mind that day, "simulcast" being by then a seldom-used term for a TV show also heard on radio. "So settle back," he would say, "fire up a colortini, and watch the pictures fly through the air." No one was sure what a "colortini" was -- maybe a martini linked somehow to color TV, which was once more of a novelty than high-def is now.

"I'm small," Snyder said in a 1995 interview, as he began the new CBS show, which he hosted for four years. (He had hosted NBC's late-night "Tomorrow" program from 1973 to 1982.) "I'm little television. I'm not big. I'm 19 inches diagonal, and if I can do that, I'm okay." In person he was anything but little. He stood 6 feet 4 and wore, he said, size 13-D shoes (sometimes doing the show in his socks). He was so self-conscious about having big ears that he let his hair grow down over them.

And the picture got bigger, from 19 inches diagonal to today's wall-size 50-, 60-, 70-inchers and more. The size is almost irrelevant; Tom Snyder was big enough to fill the night with talk and his own persona. The Snyder we saw on TV was not a replica of the real guy; it was the real guy. Like David Letterman, whose company produced "Late Late" (as it does the current version with Craig Ferguson), Snyder was perhaps never so comfortable as when under the hot lights and wired for sound.

"Tom really was a true broadcaster," Peter Lassally, Snyder's executive producer, said yesterday. (Lassally continues to produce "Late Late" with Ferguson, another natural talker.) "The word 'broadcaster' is tossed around and used for anybody who works in the business, but Tom did what a true broadcaster can do: He made the camera disappear and talked directly to the viewer, and it was just 'conversation.' There really was no one like him."

"The big man is gone," said CBS News Vice President Steve Friedman, 60, who knew Snyder for 37 years. They became close friends when Friedman was a news writer in Los Angeles and, later, executive producer of NBC's "Today" in New York. "Tom used to say, 'Writers write, producers produce, and stars star,' " Friedman said, "but he only said that to make us feel better -- because he was a better writer than any of us, a better producer than any of us, and the biggest star in our universe."

Snyder's distinctive quirks -- including his loud, staccato "ha-ha-ha" laugh -- were too tempting to be ignored by impressionists, and the definitive faux Snyder was unquestionably Dan Aykroyd, who perfected the impression during the first five years of "Saturday Night Live." It became one of the most popular bits on the show, and it helped popularize Snyder with a young audience that otherwise might have ignored him.

The impression became so well known that there were times, on his own show, when Snyder would do his version of Aykroyd's version of Snyder, making the ha-ha-ha's even broader. He wasn't really such a good sport about the imitation, though. "He was never that fond of it," a friend said.

What Snyder proved at NBC and at CBS was that he could interview virtually anybody -- from mass murderer Charles Manson to Beatle John Lennon to entrepreneur Martha Stewart to Johnny Rotten of the notorious Sex Pistols. One of the most hilarious Snyder encounters ever was an interview with Howard Stern, a hugely entertaining case of culture clash.

Stern to Snyder: "You are a psychopath!"

"People who didn't do other talk shows did Tom's show," Conan O'Brien, boy genius of the new generation of TV talkers, has said of Snyder. "And they said things there that they wouldn't say anywhere else."

During the 1995 interview, Snyder was praised for his session with Stern. His response: He blew his top. He said he was sick of hearing about it and complained that NBC had aired it too many times. He was, it seems, more at home with an argument than a compliment, naturally contrary and argumentative. It was commonly said of Snyder that he could have gone farther in the business if only he hadn't always fought with network management and with any other authority figures around.

When he was still at NBC, and network boss Fred Silverman was displeased with his ratings, Snyder suffered the indignity of having his show torn asunder; a studio audience was brought in, and gossipeuse Rona Barrett made regular appearances. Snyder hated her and hated the new format and, inevitably, clashed again with the bosses in the front office. Silverman had committed the ultimate sin in Snyder's view: He had come between Snyder and his viewers.

Bits and pieces of Snyder in his element, and in his glory, circulated yesterday on the latest medium to threaten television, the Internet. There was Snyder again, grilling guests pugnaciously or roaring that expansive laugh. On a computer monitor, the pictures were small again -- but Tom Snyder was still a giant.

AND FINALLY ...

... We give you "The Dark Knight" teaser.

Sort of anti-climatic. Not much goin' on in the teaser but some cool dialogue. The best part I'd have to say is that demented Joker laugh.



Oh, while we're at it, check out this cool recently-leaked Joker shot. Heath Ledger looks pretty evil, especially since the typical Joker "look" of mint green hair and ultra-white skin seems to be really toned down. Love that scar-tissue mouth ...

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

THESE GUYS KNOW CHICKS?

For a second, I actually thought this was an SNL or MAD TV parody.

OK ... So even if they ARE seemingly cool guys and totally in tune with the politics of dating, they look like such utter douche-bags.

Maybe it's me ... I learned all my moves from The Fonz. After watching this vid, I sorta know why some chicks hate guys.

CAFFERTY HAS HAD IT

There are some real newscasters left out there.

Check out news vet Jack Cafferty on CNN when the network writers try to get him to update the Lindsay Lohan arrest story.

Bravo, Jack, bravo ...

BEYONCE TAKES A TUMBLE

The future is offically here.

It seems that everything that goes down anywhere is recorded in one way, shape or form. At her recent concert, Beyonce took a tunble down a flight of stairs. Ever the trooper, she got back up and continued performing. A real pro.

The beauty of it all, however, was that it was captured... just like everythng else. Later in the show, the singer asked people not to post it on YouTube. Yeah, right ...

Gosh, it must suck to be a celeb these days.

Anyway, here it is ...

Monday, July 23, 2007

'DARK KNIGHT' TEASER DESCRIPTION


Superhero Hype! has posted what they believe is a legitimate description of the "The Dark Knight" teaser.

It's expected to be attached to "The Simpsons Movie" on Friday at select theaters.

Here's a brief excerpt:

A crystal clear image comes onto the screen. It's of a blacked out man with large windows behind him. The camera slowly zooms in on him. He's talking ... and when he finishes he begins laughing. Betcha know who it is ... A clap of lightning strikes, lighting up his face, and as the laughter grows more manic, cuts to black.

"The Dark Knight" opens July 18, 2008.

For the full description, click here.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

AWFUL MUSIC VIDEOS ...

These are too good not to share.

Please, just make sure you're not drinking anything ...



And check out Spock!!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

NEW HARRY POTTER BOOK LEAKED


Okay, all you Potter maniacs ... Hemingway's Lounge won't spoil anything for you. If you just wanna get to all the hubbub, click HERE to find out what-in-the-bloody-brilliant hell happens...
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All sorts of news agencies are reporting what's purported to be pics of a leaked epilogue to the final Harry Potter book.

In any case, legions of Potter nuts are mining the web, revealing which characters bite the dust.

All this hoopla comes on the heels of JK Rowling's final chapter, "Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows."

Photos online claim to show the entire book - and, if genuine, they give away many closely guarded secrets.

Publishing house Bloomsbury has spent a small fortune trying to protect the book's secrets, after having many problems in the past.

Two years ago, a bulk of copies of "Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince" were sold early in Canada.

More than two million people have already pre-ordered copies from online retailer Amazon, and 'Deathly Hallows' is primed to shatter all previous sales records.

One thing is certain: The only thing that remains clear is that while the internet is awash with spoilers and predictions, fans will have to wait until Saturday to discover the truth.

Monday, July 16, 2007

GETTING HITCHED ON 7-7-7


The notion of whisking a bride to Sin City and deciding to take the plunge on a whim has always been the stuff of pop culture fodder. For pulp's sake, throw in a boozy visit to a local tattoo parlor and you have yourself a bonafide Sin City elopement.

Like thousands of other betrothed couples, me and the future misses figured it would be cool to get hitched on July 7, 2007, the so-called luckiest day of the century. No hassles with wedding planning. No big production. No muss, no fuss. Just eight of our best friends and relatives to help us celebrate. Sounds easy, right?

Think again.


From the moment we arrived in town, it was clear that we weren’t the only couple to fancy triple sevens as an anniversary moniker. And if you were in town on July 7, chances are, it certainly wasn't on a whim. Like the thousands of others, we were in Vegas for only one reason - to sanctify our new marriage with Lady Luck.

We arrived in town on July 4 and instantly made our way to the Clark County Marriage Bureau. Smart move considering the line snaked around the block by July 6. What I thought was going to be the most excruciatingly long part of the journey wound up being the plum easiest. And how silly. I mean, we were in Vegas and after all, Vegas knows weddings. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was expecting the DMV.

Standing in line with all the other couples was surreal. We were all there for the same reason, and in a weird way, it felt oddly peaceful. All shapes, sizes, ages and colors, there was a bonafide unity in the room. An unspoken camaraderie. In between polite nods and innocent "where ya froms?" the line quickly moved. A tame 15 minutes and some 60 odd dollars later, we had a genuine marriage license.

By the morning of July 7, I was pumped. Like De La Hoya on fight night, I was in Vegas to seal the deal. A bundle of nervous energy, I wanted to get down to that chapel as soon as possible. Get in. Get Out. Get drunk. Get on with life. Wasn’t that simple.

We stepped outside of our strip hotel, waiting for the limo who was apparently stuck in wedding traffic. Who knew there was such a thing? After the proverbial "we’re-waiting-outside-in-the-heat" phone call, he showed up. I hoped the rest of the day would be smoother, especially after he kept joking about continually losing our wedding flowers.

As the limo drove up the Strip, one thing was instantly apparent: Las Vegas is almost ugly during the day. Barely a few blocks past Wynn and making our way towards Chapel Row, it hit me. I was with the most important people in the world and I'm bringing them into the belly of seedy Las Vegas without the cushion of neon. What was I thinking? Why didn't we get married on a gondola in the air conditioned mall? This wasn't the Vegas I wanted them to see. Sundry shop Vegas. Postcard Vegas from up high... That's the Vegas I needed.

Where efficiency was the standard over at the marriage bureau, utter chaos reigned at The Little White Wedding Chapel. One of Sin City's most renowned sites after marrying the likes of Elvis, Sinatra and Paul Newman, the building is a landmark. As the limo pulled towards the chapel, ridiculously large Hummers, pink Cadillacs and other wedding vehicles created utter havoc on Las Vegas Boulevard. We weren't allowed into the driveway. Parking lot attendants, sweat drenched and frustrated, demanded limousines drop off their passengers on the street, like cargo. So out we went.

Inside, the staff was just as flustered. As reps tried to contend with the bombardment of brides and grooms, it was clear the chapel was overbooked and understaffed.

The next hurdle? There were no signs instructing couples where to check-in to jumpstart the process. And then, about every minute or so, there was the angry voice screaming, "IF YOU’RE NOT A BRIDE OR A GROOM, PLEASE WAIT OUTSIDE!"

Great. Not only was I a tad nervous about tying the knot, I had to worry whether my 73 year-old diabetic mother would have a heart attack in the Vegas heat wave.

Once we did manage to corner an actual service rep, it didn’t fill me with confidence to see him leaf through a sloppy clipboard to find our names. I kept wondering why there weren't any computers. All I saw were a sea of manila folders. A recipe for disaster. Our 1:30 p.m. reservation for the Crystal Chapel came and went. We were told there was a minister shortage.

Enough was enough. We slyly bamboozled our way upstairs to the chapel and the proceedings began after another long wait. But at least we were away from the craziness below. Our charming pony-tailed Hawaiian minister, a cross between a hippie and shaman, assured us we were next. Fifteen minutes later, I was a married man.

Still, the chapel reneged on a few promises. I understand they were busy, but still, you can't promise things and not deliver. They didn't post our ceremony online and couldn't find our flowers (we brought our own). And while The King sereneded us, Elvis was supposed to walk my bride down the aisle. Blame the massive time crunch. To be fair, they did credit my card when we told them it wasn't online.

We did, however, manage to score the ultimate keepsake. Before the ceremony began, an AP photographer told us he'd be snapping some shots. I figured he'd be capturing all sorts couples and thought nothing more of it. Until the next morning.

Imagine our shock when we landed in every daily paper and news site from Macao to Maryland. I felt like a New year's baby.

With our mugs all over the place, I shudder at the very thought of eloping on the sly without telling anyone.

All I can say is that thank God my mom made the trip. If the exhausting chapel experience didn't almost kill us, she just might've.

Monday, July 2, 2007

HEMINGWAY'S LOUNGE ...

IS OFFICIALLY ON VACATION


Be back in the Lounge around July 10