Already noted in the 2024 Death Pool thread.
it looks like very minor acting roles in the last several decades?
R.I.P. Hutch! Man I loved Starsky and Hutch (and Baretta) when I was a kid.
I had such a crush on both Starsky and Hutch! I was a young pre-teen when this show came out and I thought that they both loved each other romantically but they were the most star-crossed of all lovers because, well, it’s impossible for two men to love each other this way. Just like the Dukes and the scullery maids in the other star-crossed lovers I was into.
I thought Don’t Give Up On Us, Baby was his secret message to Hutch that they could still come through! sigh.
RIP.
I also remember that he developed a serious drug addiction, and was arrested for kicking his pregnant wife in the stomach while high on cocaine. He obviously got clean or he wouldn’t have lived this long.
I never knew he was also a singer. His hit record didn’t make it to Germany, but “Starsky And Hutch” did, though I mostly remember it for the red car they drove with its iconic white stripe. I had it as a matchbox car.
Who hasn’t had that sorta detour along an otherwise saintly life?
Oh no. I’m friends with his brother who lives in San Francisco. Thanks for sharing. I’ll reach out.
Update. I just called. No answer. I left a brief message.
A lot of early adult fan-fiction was based on Starsky And Hutch.
Indeed; my wife was involved in the fanfic community for a long while, and some of the oldest fanfic conventions had started out as, specifically, devoted to S&H fanfic.
As I understand it, the other media property that was frequently the subject of erotic fanfic in the 1960s and 1970s was Star Trek, and specifically stories depicting a relationship between Kirk and Spock. And, tying the two together, Soul had a significant role in one episode of Star Trek, as “Makora,” one of the natives in the episode “The Apple.”
That pic is actually Keith Andes, the “Ears of Vol” as Akuta.
This is Mr. Soul as Makora:
Your agonizer, please…
Magnum Force is my favourite Dirty Harry movie.
He was 80?!?!? Jesus, how old am I?
In the UK, that song came out just before Christmas 1976. At the time, ABBA’s “Money, Money, Money” was at No. 1, the spot it had held since being released on 1 November.
The night of 1–2 January 1977, I was hitchhiking from Brighton to Cambridge after celebrating the New Year’s holiday. At midnight, I was standing at a crossroads on the A1M, listening to a transistor radio in freezing rain. I couldn’t believe my ears when the DJ announced “Don’t Give Up on Us, Baby” had knocked ABBA out of the No. 1 spot in the space of one week.
A few days later, I told a friend the news. (He must have been the only person in the country who didn’t already know.) His astonished response was “That’s Number One?!?”
He also played the role of Joshua Bolt in Here Come The Brides.
When I read Stephen King’s, “‘salem’s Lot,” in paperback, I couldn’t wait for the inevitable movie version. The movie didn’t happen, crap in a hat, but then my spirits were uplifted, sort of, when they announced a TV mini-series in the works! Starring David Soul? It was barely OK. Re-made with Rob Lowe.
I was going with a woman when she started a S&H fan convention in the Chicago area, so of course I became involved with the fandom by association. It was an interesting experience.
Ugh, that song. Actually, one of the few good memories I have with my dad concerns that song.
I was a tween, and I was riding along with him on some errands. Note that a) we did not normally have involved conversations, but b) I was allowed to curse in front of him (not at him). So he goes into one place and I stay in the car, and I have the radio on the Slushy Love Songs station. He comes back when Don’t Give Up On Us is playing, and asks if I mind his changing it back to the Moldy Oldies station. I was surprised he even asked, which made me feel free to say, “Sure – it’s a bullshit song anyway.”
“What do you mean it’s bullshit?” (Another breakthrough: asking me what I thought?)
“Because she shouldn’t give him another chance. She’s probably given him multiple chances – One more try…I know we put a last one by – and he’s calling her ‘angel’ and himself a ‘fool’. Except what exactly did he do? I really lost my head last night – yeah, probably involving alcohol, and she’s had it. I hope she tells him to stop saying ‘we’, and ‘us’, and that she’s giving up on HIM.”
Then a long silence, and I’m wondering if he even heard me. Finally, “Well, but he probably didn’t write the song himself. But you’re right, that sounds pretty bad.”
One of the world’s wussiest songs ever, right up there with Bread’s “It Don’t Matter to Me.”
Is there a Bread song that isn’t wussie?