It Was Fifty Years Ago Today Dept.

 

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BAYMI Dept. - A Note From Your Host

Handsome Sturdley Q. Standish, FT3 body double, yesterday

Comments from everyone/anyone have always been - apart from short intervals - been allowed on th' IoF© This is not because I want to provide a platform to random internet crusaders, but because I'm not a fan of the alternative - signing in with a Google "account" is unnecessarily restrictive.

So here's the deal - anonymous comments that are neither interesting, informative, politely chatty, or funny will be deleted. This is not an attack on any personal freedoms - in choosing to be anonymous you give those up.

Interesting, informative, politely chatty, funny. These, then, are the four columns on which th' IoF© is built. And relevant. Five columns.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION IN THIS MATTER. 

 

TV Heads-Up Dept. - The Capture

We're two episodes in of what seems to be a well up to par third series. If you've missed out, grab the first two series first, from the usual shady corners of the internet. You'll find it hard not to binge watch. Impeccable everything, from the script up. It's that rare thing, an intelligent thriller. Great ideas, great execution, and nearly into SF in terms of beyond cutting edge technology. Aaaand ... no disappointing series endings! Things are wrapped up nicely, possibilities are suggested, leaving you thirsting for the next series. Utterly brilliant, really.

Executive producer David Heyman could have made me rich and famous by filming Helium, but chose instead to make the Harry Potter movies, and himself a billionaire. His loss, right?  

 

 

The Great Jazz And Pop Vocal Albums Dept.

Will Friedwald's book of that title is a wonderful read. His knowledge and enthusiasm are a winning combination of fan worship and critical smarts. Of course, we may not agree with his choices ("it's all subjective, innit?" - The Internet, yesterday) but that's part of the fun.

Fred Astaire [left - Ed.] cut one of the very first albums, back when an album was just that - a bound book containing pockets to hold the discs - and it's one of the first albums Friedwald talks about. Fred was the last to claim any merit as a singer, and he has my wholehearted support in this, although Friedwald elevates him to the ranks of the greats (he also rates Chet Baker, another no-voice vocalist - who's next? Claudine Longet?).

Still and all, if you're in the mood for some very sophisticated light and cool combo jazz, which this surely is, you'll dig this. There's an added-value bonus in the download!

Can't think of anything to type here - maybe later.

Penn & Teller's Psychedelic Prestidigitation! Dept.

Jeremy Clarkson and Richard Hammond, yesterday

You'll know Jerry Penn and his youthful ward Dick Teller from their kids' TV show Saw Your Sister In Half! but did you know they host a weekly Psychedelic Psalon at their luxe private ballroom at the Old Grain Silo in downtown Pork Bend? You do now!

This week the dapper duo will be playing all volumes of Electric Psychedelic Sitar Headswirlers in an epic all-nite freakout! And you're invited! Far out, huh, kids?! Here's husky bath-house posterboy Jerry to open proceedings!

JP Hey kids! Tonite we gots-

FT3 Sorry, Jer, but that's all we have time for, so it's back to the studio and Marvinia Geeky [left - Ed.] with the Nude Traffic Roundup! [APPLAUSE, BURLESQUE STRIPPER MUSIC]

 

 

 

 

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