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Thursday, February 26, 2009

FOR SALE ON EBAY!!!



The place where the stars ate. It was one of the great pieces of googie architecture. The sign was made for the opening of the restaurant in 1926. At the time it said "Eat at the Hat." Then a few years later they covered that up with a new skin, which is the sign as it is today. We've owned this with great pride for almost 15 years. The skin was never restored in any way. Really amazing sign. Double sided. Neon on both sides. Condition 7 out of 10. http://www.originalhollywoodbrownderby.com/ See my other store items for more neons, advertising and signs. We've been selling great vintage Americana on eBay for over 10 years. We can crate and ship worldwide. Or you can pick it up here in Santa Monica, California. Email for freight info or shipping quote. http://track16.com/vint/neons-1/
see the listing on ebay here
I can't believe they are calling this "googie". How retarded

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Antoinette K-Doe dies on Mardi Gras Day


Times-Picayune file photo
Women get together at the Mother In Law Lounge in 2004 to learn about being a "Baby Doll" for Mardi Gras. Antoinette K-Doe, who paraded frequently in the walking group, died today.
Antoinette K-Doe, the irrepressible widow of rhythm & blues singer Ernie K-Doe who transformed the Mother-in-Law Lounge into a living shrine and community center, died early Tuesday after suffering a massive heart attack. She was 66.

"It was her personal mission to keep his memory alive," said Ben Sandmel, who is writing a biography of Ernie K-Doe. "But she also did so much for the community. It's a huge loss for the whole musicians' community of New Orleans."

Born Antoinette Dorsey, Mrs. K-Doe was a cousin of rhythm & blues singer Lee Dorsey. She had known Ernie K-Doe for many years before they became a couple around 1990.

At the time, the singer's best days were far behind him. After a string of hits in the early 1960s, most notably "Mother-in-Law," his career, and life bottomed out. By sheer force of will, she helped him return to the stage and transform himself into an icon of eclectic New Orleans. The couple married in 1994.

"She had him on a short leash," Sandmel said. "She cleaned him up and opened the lounge to give him a place to play."

Ernie K-Doe died in 2001. But thanks to his wife, he maintained a schedule of public appearances via a life-size, fully costumed, look-alike mannequin. Mrs. K-Doe referred to the mannequin as "Ernie."

As the mother hen of the Mother-in-Law Lounge, she presided over one of the city's most diverse, funky-but-chic watering holes. With its vibrant, larger-than-life exterior murals and adjoining gardens, the Lounge stood out on an otherwise rough stretch of North Claiborne Avenue.

As the Ernie mannequin looked on from its corner throne, Mrs. K-Doe served a mix of neighborhood regulars and hipsters from across the city. The Lounge was a favorite haunt of such non-traditional musicians as Mr. Quintron, the Bywater avant-garde keyboardist, inventor and marching band impresario.

The Lounge badly flooded in the wake of Hurricane Katrina's levee breaches. In advance of the floodwaters, Mrs. K-Doe dismantled the mannequin, stored the pieces in plastic bags, and stowed them in an upstairs closet. In the months after the storm, she revived the Lounge with the aid of an army of volunteers and financial support from contemporary R&B star Usher.

Mrs. K-Doe suffered a minor heart attack during Mardi Gras 2008, but recovered. On Thursday, she rode in the Muses parade with the Ernie mannequin. She served as the honorary queen of the Cameltoe Ladysteppers marching organization.

Today she had planned to don the traditional Baby Doll costume and parade through the streets of Treme before returning to the lounge for what is always a busy day. She helped revive the tradition of the Baby Dolls marching organization, and was happy to see others take up the mantle.

Michelle Longino, a founder of the Bayou Steppers Social Aid and Pleasure Club, received Mrs. K-Doe's blessing to costume as a Baby Doll and come out with Mardi Gras Indian Big Chief Monk Boudreaux on Mardi Gras morning.

"She told us that we needed to be proper Baby Dolls, not nasty Baby Dolls," Longino said. "Today we're going to call ourselves the Antoinette K-Doe Baby Dolls in her honor."

Around 3 a.m. Mardi Gras morning, Mrs. K-Doe awoke in her apartment above the Mother-in-Law Lounge and complained of feeling hot, said Gary Hughes, the husband of her adopted daughter, Jackie Coleman. She went downstairs and apparently suffered a heart attack on a sofa in the lounge.

Hughes, who was staying in the apartment at the time, said paramedics arrived quickly but could not revive Mrs. K-Doe.

Today's festivities at the Mother-in-Law Lounge will be in her honor.

"Mardi Gras was her holiday," Hughes said. "She loved Mardi Gras. We're going to run the lounge as if she was here and do it up this one last time for her."

Funeral arrangements are incomplete.

JEREMIAH'S VANISHING NEW YORK


One of my favorite blogs- Jeremiah's Vanishing New York wrote a little piece about me and the original Two Boots sign today. Check it out here!

Monday, February 23, 2009

IT'S FAT TUESDAY!




Sunday, February 22, 2009

Christan Bale (Steve Coogan) at IFC Spirit Awards

HILARIOUS!

The Left Banke - Walk Away Renee - 45 RPM

You're name and mine inside a heart upon a wall. Still finds a way to haunt me, though their so small...

Former First Cat Socks dies of cancer


Hail and farewell, Socks.
The black and white cat, a former First Pet during the Clinton administration, was euthanized at a Maryland clinic Friday after lengthy treatment for cancer, CNN reported.
After the Clintons left the White House in 2001, Socks lived under the care of former President Bill Clinton's secretary, Betty Currie.
"Socks brought much happiness to Chelsea and us over the years, and enjoyment to kids and cat lovers everywhere," the Clintons said in a statement.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Los Angeles Shopping Center 1964 Bullocks Rare

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Last Section of Shea Stadium Is Torn Down





Sunday, February 15, 2009

Tragedy: Lee Redmond's Nails Broken In Car Crash!



Lee Redmond, the bitch who can scratch your asshole from across the room, has lost her record-breaking nails in a car crash on Tuesday in Salt Lake City, Utah. No, Lee was not driving. Bitch can't even wipe her own pussy, let alone operate a steering wheel!

Lee was thrown from the passenger seat and taken to the hospital where she was treated for serious injuries. Lee lived, but her nails did not.

According to Guinness Book of World Records, Lee hasn't cut those things since 1979. In 2008, her nails measured a total of 28 feet long. Her longest nail, on her thumb, measured 2 feet, 11 inches.

You know this bitch was screaming for her nails after the crush. She wasn't even thinking about her internal organs. This shit gives me the sads, for real. And just like that, Freddy Krueger lost his favorite jack-off material.

Seriously, your lifelong work gone like that! But at least bitch can finger bang herself now without worrying about puncturing a lung or some shit.

Maybe she can get back into Guinness by challenging Vivica A. Fox to a "hairline-off." Unless Lee's hairline jumped back into place during the car crash. That would be sad upon sad.

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Saturday, February 14, 2009

The Taco Joint That Loves Ernest Borgnine



from todays NY times!
February 14, 2009
WEST VILLAGE JOURNAL
The Taco Joint That Loves Ernest Borgnine

By MICHAEL WILSON
“Wade!” the restaurant owner called.

Wade Mammon, a 22-year-old bartender and waiter, ambled over to his boss’s table at Tortilla Flats, a Mexican restaurant in the West Village.

“When Ernie won the Best Actor Oscar for ‘Marty,’ ” asked the boss, Andy Secular, “who did he beat?”

Mr. Mammon was born 31 years after Ernest Borgnine’s star turn in “Marty,” but he did not hesitate: “Frank Sinatra, Spencer Tracy, James Dean and James Cagney.”

“Very good,” said Mr. Secular, 48. Mr. Mammon was dismissed.

Let the other guys have their fancy leather banquettes uptown. Mr. Borgnine was always at his best playing a regular Joe or Marty; fitting, then, that it is a no-frills taco-and-tequila spot that has chosen him as an idol.

Past the bar and decked in little colored lights is the Borgnine Booth, a shrine of pictures mounted on the wall and hand-painted portraits tacked to the ceiling. That Mr. Borgnine has no particular connection to the restaurant, or to the West Village, or to Tex-Mex chow never really mattered — he seems to have nothing against any of them, either.

On Wednesday, the restaurant will celebrate its 17th Annual Ernest Borgnine Night, when another lucky man or — lucky? — woman will walk away with the prize in the Ernest Borgnine Look-alike Contest.

“We try to do our best to educate them on the legend,” Mr. Secular said, sitting in the Borgnine Booth, with its array of pictures from movies and television shows: “The Wild Bunch” and “McHale’s Navy,” “Hee Haw” and “Airwolf.”

Past years have included other contests, like “Pitch Ernie a Movie Deal!” and a prize for best haiku. (“The cool wind whistles/ Ruffling the gray bristly hairs/ On Borgnine’s broad back.”)

It all started shortly after the restaurant opened in 1983, with a manager and partner and Borgnine fan named Steven Pagnotta.

“Just randomly, out of pure inspiration, I would just shout out: ‘Paging Mr. Borgnine! Mr. Ernest Borgnine!’ Or if something broke or the power went out or if something went awry,” Mr. Pagnotta said. “He always just reminded me of the real people I grew up around. They were more like Ernie Borgnine than Paul Newman or Charlton Heston.”

This caught on with the staff, and then with the regulars, who toasted Mr. Borgnine’s health over tequila shots, which in turn led to the accumulation of Borgnine paraphernalia, and before long, there was a shrine. And haikus. (“Ernie, you sent Frank/ From here to eternity/ But I forgive you.”)

The staff is put through a rigorous Borgnine School upon hiring. “It’s in our training manual,” Mr. Mammon, the young bartender, said, acknowledging that he had no idea who the actor was when he started at Tortilla Flats a year ago.

Mr. Borgnine is 92 and lives in California with his wife, Tova. In a telephone interview, he recalled first hearing of Tortilla Flats while passing through New York years ago.

“They said, ‘You know, there’s a place down there in the Village where they have you and Elvis Presley,’ ” Mr. Borgnine said. “ ‘You have one corner and Elvis Presley has the other.’ I said, ‘You got to be kidding.’ ”

At Tortilla Flats, the customer is always right, unless Mr. Borgnine should happen to enter and that customer is sitting in the Borgnine Booth.

“Sure enough, I walk in, and there’s a sudden hush. ‘Oh, my God, he’s here,’ ” Mr. Borgnine said. “And the people who were sitting in the booth — ‘Out. The man has come.’ ”

As it happened, Mr. Pagnotta, who had been paging Mr. Borgnine for years, was at a party and could not get away, but he managed to call the bar and have Mr. Borgnine paged. “He said, ‘Are you that nut that’s been paging me?’ ” Mr. Pagnotta said. “ ‘You’re some kind of kook.’ ”

There is an urban legend that Mr. Borgnine once entered the look-alike contest — and lost. “That’s the kind of publicity I have down there,” Mr. Borgnine said. “Three women have won so far that I know of. Now that’s funny.”

Past winners have included the actors Chris Farley, who died in 1997, and Madeline Lee Gilford, who participated right up to her death last year at age 84. “It was bawdy and blue,” Mr. Secular said of her portrayal.

Mr. Borgnine is still working, and recently wrapped an episode of “E. R.” He calls the bar from time to time, like on Ernest Borgnine Night, and he has been known to buy a round for the house.

He gave the place a quick plug on a “Good Morning America” appearance last year, when he was in town promoting his autobiography, and he said he once wore a Tortilla Flats T-shirt while filming a scene in a 1995 movie called “Captiva Island.”

“They’re wonderful people,” he said. “You can put on a hell of a drunk if you want to. I was drinking tequila and beer one time, and it really caught up to me. I don’t drink anymore. I’m 92; I don’t need it.”

He said he could not attend Wednesday’s party, but he hoped to call and congratulate his newest look-alike and thank the strange little bar that loves him without condition.

“At one time it looked like a hole in the wall,” he said. “People are nice over there, and nobody’s doing anything wrong.”

Any advice for the female contestants in this year’s look-alike contest?

“Good God,” he said. “Good luck.”

Friday, February 13, 2009

Shirley Jean Rickert, 82, ‘Our Gang’ Star, Dies



The “Our Gang” cast in 1931, including Jackie Cooper, third from left, and Shirley Jean Rickert, third from right
SARATOGA SPRINGS, N.Y. (AP) — Shirley Jean Rickert, who starred in several “Our Gang” film comedies as a child and later became a burlesque performer, died here Feb. 6. She was 82.

She died in a nursing home after a long illness, her daughter, Melody Kennedy, said.

Ms. Rickert, who later went by her married name, Measures, appeared in the “Our Gang” films in 1931 with Jackie Cooper and other pre-Spanky and Alfalfa characters, playing a coquettish Mae West-type character with a short blond bob. Between 1927 and 1934, she played Tomboy Teri Taylor in eight Mickey McGuire comedies alongside Mickey Rooney.

She performed in several other films, including “ ’Neath the Arizona Skies” with John Wayne and “Singin’ in the Rain” with Gene Kelly. After her movie career, she worked in burlesque in the 1950s, billed as Gilda and Her Crowning Glory, for her long blond hair. As Gilda, she performed in theaters and nightclubs across the United States and Canada.

She left burlesque in 1959, working in jobs that included being a bartender, a secretary and the sales director for a regional theater in Springfield, Mass. In the mid-’70s, she became a traveling saleswoman for industrial hardware.

“I walk in and they say, ‘Not another nuts-and-bolts salesman,’ ” Ms. Rickert told The Associated Press in 1993. “And then I open my sales folder and show them an 8-by-10 of me in ‘Our Gang.’ I say, ‘You grew up with me.’ Then they do a 360.”

Late in life, she performed in local theater productions, helped maintain a Web site for her fans and occasionally appeared at film festivals and conventions. She also sold her crafts at a local shop.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I really miss the SOPRANOS


the sopranos, uncensored. from victor solomon on Vimeo.

THE FUCKING WEATHER

go here to get your fucking weather where you are

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

OLD JEWS TELLING JOKES


GO RIGHT NOW TO THIS WEBSITE! old jews telling jokes

Sunday, February 8, 2009

David After Dentist

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Christian Bale having a massive meltdown on set at his DP and it's AWESOME!!


Listen to it right now HERE

Barack Obama is tired of your motherfucking shit

WOW! I LOVE HIM MORE NOW!

Friday, February 6, 2009

Stefan Lutak: 1920-2009

Some of my first bar hanging/drinking experiences were at the Holiday bar on st. marks place back in 1978. Stefan was there and always nice to me. Not so much everyone else. I had fun and some very dramatic moments there. Screaming stupid drama. Very sad to hear Stefan has passed. I am sad to report that Stefan Lutak, long-time proprietor of the Holiday Cocktail Lounge, has passed away. -julie wilson



For those who wish to pay their respects to Mr. Lutak, there will be a viewing on Sunday at Peter Jarema from 2:00 - 5:00 and from 7:00 - 9:00 (an appropriate choice--the funeral home is a neighborhood survivor since 1906).
Stefan Lutak was born in Ukraine in 1920. During World War II, he fought with the Soviet Army. Remembering Stalingrad he recalled to the NY Press, "The winter was terrible. The ice came from your mouth. We were sleeping in the snow, nothing to eat. Two, three, four days, a whole week with empty stomach. Kitchen? Gone! They killed the horses. Then they killed the cooks. We ate leaves, and in November the leaves were gone."

Stefan arrived by boat in New York City in 1949. He played soccer. With his wife he opened the Holiday on St. Marks Place in 1965. He served drinks to Allen Ginsberg and W.H. Auden. His bar became a favorite all across the city. The New York Times called it one of the best dives in town, "an eloquent rejoinder to a slick, rich, ever-changing city."
When Stefan took ill recently, the bar was closed for weeks and people were worried about its fate. We got some hope back when the beloved dive opened again. Now, with its captain gone, who knows what will become of the place?
This comes from Jermiahs vanishing New York
one of my favorite blogs about the New York I love and miss

Thursday, February 5, 2009

White Castle amps say a lot about your music


When your band is playing a gig, it's important for you to get the right messages across. You know, like that you're a badass and that you came to rock. Another important message might be that you're super into eating burgers from White Castle. This message might only get truly important if you're sponsored by the storied fast-food chain, but hey, if you're in that boat you might be wondering what to do.

Check it: the White Castle amps. Nothing says Rock N Roll like a matching set of branded amplifiers, pumping out your jams and putting images of sliders in the heads of your audience. Go ahead, make a statement with your music, even if that statement is just that you love burgers.

The Cramps Human Fly

I remember sitting on my fire escape on east 5th st. in the east village in 1979 listening to "Human fly" and doing whippets. RIP Lux

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

All You Can Eat - The Fat Boys from Krush Groove (1985)

I watched this movie with Susanne and Smokey last night and totally fell in love with Prince Markie Dee.

TOOTS Theatrical Trailer

Just got back from NYC and this movie which I saw just before I went really stuck with me. SO GOOD! I miss the old stuff. I want a time tunnel. See it.