This week on the show we talk to a woman who has written an interesting book on Marilyn Monroe which is timely as its her birthday this weekend, news on something big that tiki carver Marcus Thorn is involved in, plus a rumour about Brother Cleve of Combustible Edison fame and a new release from Nutty coming our way.
Montefiori Cocktail Gne Gne
Piere Piccioni Love War
Walter Wanderly Girl From Ipanema
Bob Thompson on The Rocks
Pink Martini and Saori Yuki Blue Light Yokhama
Stereophonic Space Sound Unlimited Nassau Shake Down
Jackie Gleason Guilty
Laura Fygi Abrazame
Vicki Carr Cuanda Caliente El Sol
Skip Heller Hurricane Apartment
Blue Hawaiians Flesh And Soul
Ruth Cameron One For My Baby
Big Kahuna and the Copa Cat Pack I Dream of Jeanie
Arthur Lyman Leis Of Jazz
Saturday, May 19, 2012
This week on the show we find out about an Australia legend of the entertainment business who traveled to America to become a success there.
We also find out about the the passing of of a sixties fashion legend plus a cool blog and film to check out.
Seth MacFarlane-Music Is Better Than Words
James Morrison-The Call
Beverly Kenney-Lover Like You
George Shearing September in the Rain.
Grace Knight - I'm Glad There Is You
Esquivel-That Old Black Magic
Buddy Greco- Something's Gotta Give
Blue Martini's-Hershey Bar
Billy May Girl Talk.
Sunday Combo - Womp
Cal Tjader- The Way You Look Tonight
Pink Martini & Saori Yuki - Mas Que Nada
Tony Bennett - How Insensitive
Friday, May 18, 2012
As much as I hate to admit it, I can't fix a damn thing.
Years ago men were great at fixing cars, their washing machines or any other gadget around the house. Sadly,as much as I try, I am not that guy.
I've always been pretty accepting of the fact that I am not of that generation and don't have the know how to do anything manual.
Years ago when I was a teen living at home with my parents my father and I would tackle a problem on the 1960 FB Holden I owned and whilst I really didn't know what I was doing, I would actively participate and try to learn from my father who really knew what he was doing. In my youth he had pulled apart clutches and replaced steering columns and pretty much anything that needed attention.
It gave me a false confidence that I knew what I was doing. Years later I would be living by myself and really didn't have the confidence to tackle such jobs so
I just paid a guy to fix whatever needed repair.
In recent years as I have gotten older I have thought to myself that even though I can afford to have the guy come out and do repairs,that perhaps I should be manly and grab those tools that are sitting idle in the trunk of my car and attempt some basic repairs myself. Well, I was wrong. Everything I have attempted has failed miserably and cost me more time and money than if I had just gone with my basic instinct and just called a guy.
I guess it's just time to realise and accept that I can knock down a VoiceOver for a commercial in one take, I can produce an award winning weekly radio show, can write books, play the bongos and host marvellous parties but for the life of me I just can't get my hands dirty and fix something.
It's frustrating but sometimes you just have to accept your limitations....I am the guy who has to call a guy.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
this week we talk to David Pierce the author of a book all about one of my favourite tv shows, Bewitched, news on a couple of departures from the world
Melody Gardot Mira
Jimmy Vargas Stacato
Dave BruebeckThat old Black Magic
Vic Damone Am I Blue
Martini Kings Bags Groove
Frank Sinatra Fly Me To The Moon
Peggy Lee Bewitched
Mark Copeland The Coffee Song
Grace Knight Am I Blue
Arthur Lyman Hava Nagalia
Janet Seidel Crazy World
Angie Hubbard Peel Me A Grape
Monday, May 7, 2012
This week on the show I share a few albums I picked up at a record fair in Sydney so stand by for some great finds from the record bins....now did you know that Errol Flynn never won an Oscar....we will meet the man who has written about this and find out what he is planning to do to right this wrong.
Narco Lounge Combo Boom Boom Room
Mambo Zombie Autumn In New York
Lionel Hampton Satin Doll
Ludovic Bource Chicks At The Pool
Combustible Edison Vertigogo
Bob Thompson Le Mans
DJ Bonebrake 4-4 Situation
Jo Basille Mack The Knife
Bob Rosengarden and Phil Kraus For Want Of a Star
Kahuna Kawentzman Fatu Hiva
David Rose Falling in Love With Love
Frank Sinatra When No One Cares
Xavier Cugat Goldfinger
Charlie Parker April In Paris
Diana Krall So Nice
Martin Denny Martinique
Friday, May 4, 2012
At some point in history our standard of dress has deteriorated to the point of no return. I blame this partly on the youth of the seventies and the baby boomers who seemed to think that they needed to rebel against everything and anything their parents stood for.
Reading the paper today I was struck by the amazing comparison of British PM David Cameron next to his wife Samantha Cameron .(see below)
Mr Cameron looks like a well dressed banker and his wife looks like she is about to go shopping with her girlfriends after she drops the kids off at school and daycare. It seems to me that many men and women have completely given up on wearing nice clothes and actually knowing when to dress up and when to dress down. They just don’t have any sense of awareness.
The men these days are just as bad, so much so that when you do see a man dressed up it is quite an event.
Dressing for the occasion seems to have gone out the window as well.
I have been to countless weddings, funeral and baptisms and been amazed by what people have deemed appropriate clothing.
It’s become so chronic that when you do wear the appropriate clothing people look at you suspiciously like you are trying to grandstand.
A few years ago my dear old grandfather died so I flew back home and was in a corner store picking up a few things on the way to the funeral.
I was wearing 100% Black, I was in mourning and on the way to a funeral.
The guy behind the counter decided to be a wise ass and smirkingly asked me if I was going to a funeral. I told him I was going to a funeral which is why I am wearing funeral mourning attire and that if he wasn’t careful his would be the next funeral I would attend.
Take a short wander around your neighbourhood and you will be amazed at to what is deemed to be acceptable attire to wear to the local shops.
People wear dirty sweat pants, rumpled clothing, flip flops, muffin tops and shirts that should have retired to the garage rag pile along time ago.
Now I doubt any of this kind of behaviour will get any better, and if anything it will get worse over time. All I can hope for is that people finally starry to understand what an occasion is and dress to it, and if you don’t, for heavens sake don’t criticise or give the fish eye to those who do.