The great Barry Bonamo, V for Vashon, Blind Tiger, and (arguably) The Most Existential Moment in Human History are featured.
These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruins…
Hieronymo’s Mad Againe…
Paul Bettany displays simply towering talent in his portrayal here of serial killer Ted Kaczynski. Such examples of the following phenomenon are not without precedent, but they are rare fowl indeed. The Phenomenon: Bettany manages to be more Unabomber-esque than the Unabomber himself. Sure, it’s not possible; but this seems to pose little hindrance. Like G. Oldman as Stansfield, Olivier as Christian Szell, and Brando as Lee Clayton, Bettany simply has that much power to spare. It is rare indeed that a performance can truly be categorized as iconic…but the word applies fully in this situation. Incredible mastery. I find it haunting, in any number of ways, to this day. Indelible.
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.



Noted flâneur, ombudsman, prose stylist, enigmatic recluse, photographer, and soi-disant “Towering genius” Matt Leahy is doing something, something the inner (or outer) machinations of which we can only, well, sit drooling in slack-jawed bamboozlement. At. Yes, “at”. For starters. Call him {me}… Ἀρχίλοχος .

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.
𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐧.
Frankie Lymon and The Teenagers perform their monster hit Why Do Fools Fall In Love live on the Frankie Laine Show in 1956. The 13 year old Lymon simply sizzles and electrifies the Nation with this performance; the prodigy already has a fully formed vocal delivery many talents never attain. Words have a different sound, and even meaning, coming from his mouth. Note the maestro-ism in his approach: rather than hitting the same nail with the selfsame hammer, he eschews the falsetto moments for a more Joe Williams-esque way forward. His stage presence is magnetic yet composed, and, oh, Lymon is a brilliant dancer, too. Other than that, well….but wait! He gives a calm, charming interview (of sorts) with host Laine. I suppose all that’s good enough. Good enough to massively influence generations of musicians, most conspicuously a certain One-Glovèd individual. To MJ‘s credit, he was quite open about this. That said, a wide swath was cut, and a vast-ish net was cast: heck, The Beach Boys have noted him as an inspiration.
Now, to give a bit of context to this groundbreaking performance. Frankie Lymon met and quickly joined a doo-wop ensemble featuring the doddering, shambling Methuselean figure Herman Santiago, checking in at a full 1 1/2 years older than Frankie L. He was 15 when all appeared on the Laine program. A tenor vocalist and the human being most likely to have actually composed Why Do Fools Fall In Love (it has been disputed for 2.3 epochs at last count…), Santiago functioned as the ensemble’s frontman until something became crystal clear: Lymon was The One. Santiago was the one (small case) scheduled to sing lead on Why during recording sessions until, for reasons which are different depending upon who(m) is asked (late arrival to session, sore throat, missing merkin collection and intensive, time-consuming search required to retrieve same…) (said collection remains at large to this very day), he was unable to do so. Lymon unhesitatingly filled the void, in the session, in our lives, and in human history. I have grown fatigued/verklempt.



























































































































