Bideodromage
Lili-Marlene Premilovich, later known as Lene Lovich, preternaturally idiosyncratic—and gifted—songstress, happens to play saxophone, is an animal rights activist, and initially wore her hair in braids to keep the locks from the clay, when in art school, studying sculpture. And, damn, she can deliver a tune. With octaves to spare {hear: Momentary Breakdown}.
The sadistic, notorious war criminal Christian Szell—aka The White Angel, or Der Weisse Engel— {portrayed memorably by Laurence Olivier} gets up to some nefarious goings-on in Marathon Man…until Dustin Hoffman finally captures him (…on film).
The following would constitute some of my latest endeavors in the realm of your difficult-to-define, impossible-to-resist imagery.
Photography by Matt Leahy.
With nonpareil quasi-palindromic presentation.
Slightly off-kilter character actor Doug Hutchison was THE *perfect* choice to play CSI Nick Stokes’s rather creepy antagonist in this episode of CSI, season 2, episode 19.
Actor Matt O’Toole gives a remarkable, bravura, iconic performance as serial killer Paul Millander, invoking dread, menace, yet some sympathy (of a sort…) as well. Highly intelligent, and courteous, with a traumatic youth-hood, to put it mildly, Millander nonetheless is that most threatening of characters; always he seems to have the advantage.
Three of the Highest Echelon: The Ultimate Computer; Where No Man Has Gone Before; and The Man Trap.
Towering genius Dr. Richard Daystrom, in the midst of further un-understanding, plans to “show” Leonard McCoy—plans to show everyone, in fact—and delivers, in his stentorian manner, a powerfully declamatory oration, all the while teetering on the very brink of sanity/insanity.
In trying earnestly to persuade the well-nigh legendary (and Great) M5 Multitronic Unit (which displays its textbook Uncompromising Stance) to do, and to not do, certain things, the mighty and almost eternal Dr. Richard Daystrom begins an ill-fated rumination on his life and work, and the all-too-prevalent injustices therein. A last, desperate, titanic, paradigmatic, æon-defining manifestation of wild grandiosity brings with it predictable results.
Mr. Spock (Leonard Nimoy) and Captain Kirk (William Shatner) employ a potent cocktail of chicanery and subterfuge to subdue the solitude-defending archaeologist, Professor Robert Crater (Alfred Ryder). They proceed to interrogate him vigorously, mainly/entirely concerning the whereabouts of his wife.
Gary Mitchell leaves little doubt of his seriousness—he is most certainly *not* joking—with Lee Kelso. He then ruminates, with ever-increasing wonder, about his newly found, awesome, and steadily burgeoning powers. Gary Lockwood delivers a masterful performance as the metamorphosing Mitchell.
Areas of Doom, for 200. Perhaps not exactly qualifying as ideal locations in which to find oneself.
My buddy Daniel with his much beloved companion, King. This individual, this Truly Great King, a canine of untold powers, was recently re-united, and very justly/happily so, with the gentleman pictured, who happens to be another remarkable living being. But we here speak of Dog-dom; King is, quite simply, not your regular-type dime-a-dozen-er; an awe-inducer of the highest echelons, he leaves countless slackened jaws in his wake.
King rightly ascends to the very Summit of Things, with his faithful, dogged confrère Dan with him all the way.
Joe Montana, arguably the greatest quarterback to ever play the game (certainly Tom Brady and Johnny Unitas are in the conversation) (with apologies to Steve DeBerg), is shown here with footage of one of his greatest feats/moments: The Drive to win Super Bowl XXIII. The legendary Genius, Bill Walsh, was coaching his final game, which upped the ante, even for a championship contest. There was no room for error. With ever-so-calm, surgical precision, and poetic nuance, The Great One made it happen, as was seemingly preordained by “Heaven Gods”, as commentator (from the “other” Football) Ray Hudson might proclaim. Announcer Lon Simmons, one of the best, is featured (!).
Other highlights, including The Catch, are also featured.
Joe Knows.
The Buzzcocks, founded in 1976 by Pete Shelley and Howard Devoto {who departed to pastures new in ’77}, are one of the preeminent punk bands to emerge from the UK. Extremely lyrical as well as hard-edged, they strung together many brilliant tunes, due mainly to the genius of composer and lead vocalist Shelley. Included here are a few from Pete’s solo career, as well as some particularly rewarding live group efforts.
Bideodromage 
