Rosemary DeCamp, at 90. Always liked her—most you of remember her (oh, god, I sound like Troy McClure!) as Jimmy Cagney’s Mom in “Yankee Doodle Dandy” (she was actually 11 years younger than Cagney!) and as Marlo Thomas’ Mom on “That Girl.”
Oh, and Gail Fisher from “Mannix” also has died—another good actress.
Yeah she was, Eve. Low temperature, I believe. I wonder if any of those old broads also had a low temperature before they developed a permanent sepia tone ?
Anyway fellow flower affected and disco infected dopers, why no mention that one of New York’s finest, Stanley Kramer, turned his toes up late last week ? Yes, the ‘maverick’ large-budget-but-outside-the-studio-system Liberal Producer or Director of ‘Guess Who’s coming to Dinner’, ‘Judgement at Nuremburg’, ‘It’s a mad……world’, ‘High Noon’ etc.
'scuse me, would that be the John Fahey? He who started “alternative music” and coined the term when he started Tacoma Records in Tacoma Park, Maryland? The guitar player extrordinnaire? Oh, God, say it ain’t so. I’m prepping the ENTIRE John Fahey CD collection for the tribute.
And as Ukulele Ike mentioned in another thread, we mourn the passing of Charles Trenet. His memorial service was held today in the church of “La Madeleine” in Paris. He was incinerated at Père Lachaise and his ashes will be laid to rest in the family crypt in Narbonne (didn’t want you to miss any of the gory details.)
Amusing note: The auxiliary bishop of Paris, Jean-Michel di Falco, in his homily said that Le Fou Chantant “was not more of a saint than anyone of us.” What does the bishop know that I don’t? :eek:
Hmmmm . . . Could it be a coincidence, the demise of all these esoteric pop culture and art figures all at once? I’ll bet Joe Mannix could solve this case—I’ll call him up!
Hmmm . . . No one’s answering his phone . . . Where the hell’s Peggy?
Let’s get that John Fahey tribute going, Holden…SHIT, that news depressed me.
Of of my favorite compositions of his was entitled “Orinda-Moraga.” Which sounds all cool and mystical and mysterious. And then you learn he named it after a freeway exit ramp near Berkeley, California.
I find great comfort in these times to imagine a great train to heaven, and everybody rides! So even as we speak Gilgy Guy is finally buying Emily that drink in the club car, while Kramer and Rosemary are looking out the observation deck, Rosie smiling adoringly as Stan describes how he would frame this shot.
This is a slight hijack of the thread, so I try to be brief.
My father, his brother and my grandmother have a little ‘game’ they play. Its called " Vey isht gestorban?"
(I had to spell that phonetically. Its Yiddish) Translates to “Guess who died?”
When anybody famous (or from the old days) from my Grandma’s generation dies, the game/race is on! Whoever is the first to break the news to the trio, it the victor.
'course there really aren’t any winners in this game, unless you’ve got a lot of money in dead pools, but I find the whole thing very entertaining.
Side note to Eve: Saw your book on Anna Held at the library the other day in the new non-fiction section, but it was on reserve. I had to put my name on a list! I told them I knew you, but those library ladies and there damn rules…
Hey! I hitchhiked past that off-ramp nearly every day after high school to go horseback riding through Moraga and other towns near there. Don’t be dissin’ my turf Ikeman (as in “The Ikeman Cometh”)!
PS: We all know how I feel about 2001 so let’s not even go there.