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Tuesday, 14 March 2023

Sixties? Or Nineties?

Among a raft of birthdays today, including Albert Einstein, Mrs Beeton, Eleanor Bron, King Victor Emmanuel II of Italy, Les Brown, Casey Jones, lesbian bookseller and patron of James Joyce Sylvia Beach, Diane Arbus, Johann Strauss Sr., Bill Owen, Jona Lewie, Rita Tushingham, Les Baxter, Billy Crystal, Jasper Carrott, Prince Albert of Monaco, and - erm - Rick Dees of Disco Duck fame, we have not one, but two milestones to celebrate today, dear reader...

...and both with a link to Swinging 60s London [so here's a little something I made earlier (slightly tweaked)]:

Maurice Micklewhite - aka Sir Michael Caine - is a stalwart of British cinema, and he blows out 90 candles on his cake today! He rose to fame as the super-cool "Harry Palmer" [a working-class equivalent of James Bond] in The Ipcress File, as the eponymous "Jack-the-Lad" Alfie, and (of course) as Cockney wide-boy "Charlie Croker" in that archetypal British 60s classic The Italian Job...

...the latter blockbuster [always on telly here, particularly over the Xmas-New Year break] featured a score written by another towering figure with whom Sir Michael shares not merely a birthday, but a birth-date - Mr Quincy Jones, composer, producer, orchestrator and a man who has worked with just about everybody (from the Dorsey brothers to Michael Jackson; from Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald to Patti Austin and Chaka Khan)...

...then in the 1990s, a "tribute" to the Swinging 60s became a massive cinematic success, and Quincy's addictive Soul Bossa Nova was resurrected for the occasion:


[...and Sir Michael appeared in the second sequel...]

Yeah, Baby, Yeah!

Sir Michael Caine, CBE (born Maurice Joseph Micklewhite Jr., 14th March 1933)

Quincy Delight Jones Jr. (born 14th March 1933)


FOOTNOTE:

A tribute:

Monday, 23 August 2021

Oh groovy, baby!


Far too frenetic for a Monday...

Once again, a weekend has whooshed by, and here we are again, bleary-eyed and checking work emails...

Sigh. At least last night's film showing of Moulin Rouge at the Regent's Park Open Air Theatre did go ahead as planned (it didn't rain until the very end, which was a relief!) - and we have a bizarre feast for the senses to wake us all up a bit on the Tacky Music Monday!

Wallow in the extraordinary outfits, rictus grins and sheer psychedelic wonderment of 1960s telly...

Have good week, peeps.

Thursday, 19 March 2020

Good old Auntie!



Praise indeed - from one media outlet in support of another:
Boris Johnson’s special adviser Dominic Cummings has expressed a desire to “whack” the BBC. Nicky Morgan, until recently the secretary of state for culture, media and sport, compared the broadcaster to the defunct video rental chain Blockbuster and has spoken wistfully about the possibility of the BBC moving towards a Netflix-style voluntary subscription funding model. A combination of Johnson’s large majority and widespread disquiet about the BBC’s recent political coverage seemed to open a clear route towards the creation of a radically different, significantly diminished public broadcaster.

But we have arrived abruptly in a different era. From our new perspective, adrift in the most significant public health crisis of our age, those days feel suddenly distant. There are new, more urgent questions. Would market forces offer religious services on local radio stations across the country? Or virtual gallery tours and musical and comedy performances? Would Netflix launch extensive additional educational programming to help children unable to attend school to keep up with their studies? Would Amazon dig into its massive archive of sport, arts and drama content to offer prime cuts to a quarantined population?

The BBC is proposing all this and more – including everything from home exercise classes for older people to dietary advice in a time of potentially scarce supplies. There is a name for such initiatives: public service broadcasting. And we may soon realise how much we missed it if we lost it.
Amen to that!

Austin Powers agrees...

Wednesday, 14 March 2018

What say, you, we go out on the town and swing, baby? Yeah!



Connections, connections...

Two milestone birthdays today, and both with a link to Swinging 60s London.

Maurice Micklewhite - aka Sir Michael Caine - is a stalwart of British cinema, and he blows out 85 candles on his cake today! He rose to fame as the super-cool "Harry Palmer" [a working-class equivalent of James Bond] in The Ipcress File, as the eponymous "Jack-the-Lad" Alfie, and (of course) as Cockney wide-boy "Charlie Croker" in that archetypal British 60s classic The Italian Job...



...the latter blockbuster [always on telly here, particularly over the Xmas-New Year break] featured a score written by another towering figure with whom Sir Michael shares not merely a birthday, but a birth-date - Mr Quincy Jones, composer, producer, orchestrator and a man who has worked with just about everybody (from the Dorsey brothers to Michael Jackson; from Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald to Patti Austin and Chaka Khan)...

...then in the 1990s, a "tribute" to the Swinging 60s became a massive cinematic success, and Quincy's addictive Soul Bossa Nova was resurrected for the occasion:


[...and Sir Michael appeared in the second sequel...]

Yeah, Baby, Yeah!

Sir Michael Caine, CBE (born Maurice Joseph Micklewhite Jr., 14th March 1933)

Quincy Delight Jones Jr. (born 14th March 1933)