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  • mistermuse 1:04 am on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , David Bowie, Elton John, Goldfinger, James Bond, Leslie Bricusse, , Nothing Can Stop Me Now, , What Kind Of Fool Am I   

    STOP THE WORLD – I WANT TO GET OFF 

    Although every worsening day of the virulent Trump reign has served to make me wish the above urge was an option in 2020, today’s a day to look back and “Stop the WorldI Want to Get Off” in the 1960s…..a decade when British singer, actor and songwriter ANTHONY NEWLEY (born Sept. 24, 1931) was as well known (especially in England) as David Bowie and Elton John were in the 1970s.

    And yet, Newley is now all but forgotten  — so on his birthday, I want to devote a post to remembering this Songwriters Hall of Fame member whose talents I like so much that I still have 11 of his LPs in my collection – including the original Broadway cast album of the title show (co-written with Leslie Bricusse), featuring this song:

    That was the #1 (but not the only) hit song from STOP THE WORLD. If you’re up for seconds, let’s give it a go:

    Three years after they Stopped the World, Newly and Bricusse co-wrote THE ROAR OF THE GREASEPAINT – THE SMELL OF THE CROWD with more show-stopping songs, including this one which fits a certain braggart President who loves the smell of the crowd (and apparently the sight of their adoring, maskless faces, as well):

    In closing, a bit of trivia: do you know who wrote the lyrics to the title song of this James Bond film (the answer is in the credits near the end of this trailer):

     

     

     

     

     
    • calmkate 1:48 am on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      That first clip is so eccentric, I love it! Great voice so I see why you keep his LPs 🙂

      Your title is something I used to chant frequently as a child – never heard their album – then I’d giggle coz no body took me seriously but I sure meant it!

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      • mistermuse 8:43 am on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        You must have been a very precocious child, Kate, seeing the absurdity of much of life at such an early age (or maybe Santa Claus didn’t bring you what you wanted for Christmas one year)! 😉

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        • calmkate 3:34 pm on September 24, 2020 Permalink

          No I was a super compliant goody two shoes child, totally shy and overwhelmed by my big brothers … guess I’d just been here before 🙂

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    • obbverse 3:06 am on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      You’re right, he fell off the planet as far as the public memory went. However I recall seeing his, ummm masterpiess ‘Can Heirnonymous Merkin Ever Forget Mercy Humppe and Find True Happiness?’ and was left puzzled, and befuddled,..wondering if he was doing his best to destroy his rather middle of the road career? If so, he succeeded. Big time.

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      • mistermuse 8:38 am on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I think Newley carried a rather conceited image, which probably contributed to his lack of staying power. On the other hand, he’s far from the only conceited ‘entertainer,’ and these days, that seems to be in their favor (The Donald, for prime example).

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    • Rivergirl 8:06 am on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I remember him, vaguely. Though your post title sums up how I feel these days.

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      • mistermuse 8:54 am on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Feeling like stopping the world and getting off now is nothing compared to how we’re going to feel if Trump is reelected. I wouldn’t be surprised if many of us leave the country, if not the world.

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    • magickmermaid 12:51 pm on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I agree! Stop the world from all the madness!

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      • mistermuse 10:18 pm on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        There is madness because Trump is a madman, and the inevitable result of each of these realities (if he is not stopped) will be a country no ‘head on straight’ person of good conscience should tolerate. VOTE as if your life depends on it, because in a very real way, IT DOES.

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    • JosieHolford 9:42 pm on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I remember Anthony Newley as a bigly important pop and music person.

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      • mistermuse 10:24 pm on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        You remember well, Josie. He wasn’t a person for every taste, but for those of us who could appreciate his talent, he was “bigly” indeed.

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    • Rosaliene Bacchus 10:03 pm on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I’m not familiar with the music of Anthony Newley. Looks like I’ve missed out on a lot of great talent.

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      • mistermuse 10:43 pm on September 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Indeed you have, Rosaliene. Here’s another sample of what you’ve missed (from the same ROAR OF THE GREASEPAINT musical shown in my post):

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    • Garfield Hug 4:59 am on September 25, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Hello Mistermuse! “Virulent Trump Reign” sounds right!

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    • masercot 7:14 am on September 25, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I love Shirley Bassey…

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      • mistermuse 9:02 am on September 25, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Then I’m sure you’ll dig DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER and GOLDFINGER Bassey vocals in this video, including an aside that made me laugh, 42 seconds into the clip:

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    • Elizabeth 5:29 pm on September 25, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I didn’t realize he had been forgotten. Not by me, that’s for sure. As for Goldfinger–when I was in college I went to see the film with a date. The only open seats were in the front row of a very large very old theater. You can imagine the traumatic experience of that gold body filling the screen and surrounding us on the sides as the movie opened!

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      • mistermuse 6:29 pm on September 25, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I remember the cinerama process (surround-screen) coming out, as I recall, in the late 1950s in theaters especially built or designed for the purpose. GOLDFINGER was made in 1964, so you must have seen it in cinerama.

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    • greatmartin 6:50 pm on October 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I was fortunate enough to see Newley in all of his shows and nightclub review and even meet him and become a ‘known acquaintance’ of his.
      While he could be difficult to work with he was a warm friendly guy–someday I will have to tell you a few ‘private’ stories. :O)

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      • mistermuse 7:10 pm on October 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        How interesting! Judging by his personality, I can imagine him being difficult to work with, but I’m glad to know he was also a warm, friendly guy.

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  • mistermuse 12:12 am on August 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Bond, , , , Ian Fleming, James Bond, , , ,   

    DAMES BOND 

    On August 8, a piece was posted on SWI (Speak Without Interruption) titled 60+ Years of James Bond (007), which reminded me of a poem I’d posted on SWI a few years back. Today being the 50th anniversary of the death of Bond’s creator, Ian Fleming (5/28/08–8/12/64), it occured to me to revise and re-publish the poem here — especially considering that it was one of many posts purged in the SWI meltdown almost a year ago and no longer appears there.

    According to Wikipedia, in the beginning Fleming envisaged that Bond would resemble [in appearance] the composer, singer and actor Hoagy Carmichael….therefore, as an “extra added attraction” (and as postscript to my previous post TODAY CAN SPEAK FOR ITSELF), the poem will be followed by a Soundies film of Hoagy singing his composition Lazy Bones.

    DAMES BOND

    Bond.
    Dames bond.
    Dames bond in order to bond.
    In order to relate (secrets?).
    To navigate their pain.
    To celebrate broad-based gain.
    To advocate and proclaim.
    To concentrate their aim.
    To do what guys have done.

    Guys bond.
    Guys bond in order to do.
    To do what guys have to do.
    To play at war.
    To play the game(s).
    To play (or not) the dames —
    Dames bound to bond James?
    Hold on.

    The guy who loved me
    Is a spy — it’s in the book.
    You know the One who wrote the Book?
    Revelation. Plot twist.
    You only think you know the One.
    The One whose agents are everywhere.
    The One whose clues lead nowhere.
    It’s all so mysterious, so indecipherable.
    How does it all end?

    P.S.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXvX56WjhvY

     

     

     
    • arekhill1 10:33 am on August 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Your words leave me shaken, not stirred.

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    • mistermuse 1:25 pm on August 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I apologize, not apollogize (note to others: that’s an inside joke that I probably should’ve left out).

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    • Don Frankel 1:32 am on August 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I always find it ironic that the only things left from the Roman Empire are the ballpark and the Vatican. I guess the only thing left of the British Empire is James Bond.

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    • mistermuse 7:03 am on August 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Well, the British still have kings and queens, but then, so do decks of cards. There’s probably a good joke in there involving a House of Cards, but I’m not wide awake enough yet to deal with it.

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