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No moe, just lmao when I heard it so thought I’d pass it on to brighten up a dull Sunday afternoon.
Not sure about the greatest Film theme tune, but if you have 10 hours
like this song.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_ptPV2Lpds
So close to the version in Robin And The Seven Hood.
Check it out!
This score of Ennio Morricone in THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFa1-kciCb4
Also, the introductory score from The Sopranos:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLXQltR7vUQ
Beautiful music associated with such violence in both cases. Reminds me of Orson Welles’ observation, he put in the mouth of Harry Lime:
‘“You know what the fellow said – in Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace – and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.”
Of course, it’s all a load of Horlicks! Peace, democracy, brotherly love and cuckoo clocks. I love all of them.
And yet, there is some measure of truth in Welles’ words. Look at the US: A hell-hole of materialism/consumerism all fuelled by corporate tyranny and overrun with all-round, lethal depravity – disaffected school-children shooting up their t4eachers and class-mates, and women living in constant dread of being raped.
Yet, up to the sixties, before the corporations really took over all the political power, what marvelous, beautiful, sometimes, quirky pop-songs, novelists and poets of genius, and the occasional unique maverick, such as the late Hunter Thompson.
Nice early morning rant Grimes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zg8PWdVWM0
Oh for those sophisticated days when suave crooks dressed in Saville Row suits and alluring mobsters drove guttural Lamborghinis
The names Irene Handl, John Le Mesurier and Fred Emney alone take one back on a wistful, nostalgic journey to a world that was as flawed then as it is now but didn’t seem like it because we were young, of clear mind and in love but old, clouded and full of hate now
bloody foreigners
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncAbKYJBVR0
Instead of the works party all the kids were taken to the cinema to see this in glorious cinemascope [or something]. Love it to this day.Nice early morning rant Grimes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zg8PWdVWM0
Oh for those sophisticated days when suave crooks dressed in Saville Row suits and alluring mobsters drove guttural Lamborghinis
The names Irene Handl, John Le Mesurier and Fred Emney alone take one back on a wistful, nostalgic journey to a world that was as flawed then as it is now but didn’t seem like it because we were young, of clear mind and in love but old, clouded and full of hate now
bloody foreigners
My! You are a pessimist, Droney! Yes, I have lot of hatred for the unnecessary oppression and destitution of many poor folks. In our day, when families didn’t seem quite as dysfunctional, children didn’t have to grow up terrified of having to live on the streets. Most of the time, I don’t hate the haters, and deaden their consciences, so they can go along to get along. I feel genuinely sorry for them. Though some, the most sadistic of them I can’t bring myself not to hate.
Well, that’s not quite true, because we’re all wrong’uns, and who knows what evil forces twisted their perspective on life. Charles Manson is a good example. Maybe Mary Bell. Their true nature was always intended to be in Christ, as is that of us all – and all of us wrong’uns entirely depend on God’s grace, to save us from our sins, from ‘the sin, ‘which clings so easily to us’.
I actually know someone that seems to have ended up in big trouble in a Breaking Bad sort of way; it’s a bit of a shock seeing a very decent person somehow get entangled in a web not necessarily of his own making; bit of an eye opener
I actually know someone that seems to have ended up in big trouble in a Breaking Bad sort of way; it’s a bit of a shock seeing a very decent person somehow get entangled in a web not necessarily of his own making; bit of an eye opener
I expect with the sixties culture, which was a marvelous Renaissance period in some ways, particularly when compared to subsequent decades, where money began to take over everything, it could have been deceptively easy to ‘go wrong’, as if sleep-walking into it.
I mean surely where heroin, cocaine etc are concerned, you’d become complicit in killing innocent young people. And a horrible slow death, as from alcoholism, but presumably worse. But the lesser drugs, less so.
I wonder if it might have been wise for the government to build and supervise a branch of the pharmaceutical industry simply to manufacture hallucinogenic, recreational drugs at affordable prices, for public use.
However, I can think of two powerful lobbies that would have been agin’ it, namely, the big brewers and the military-industrial complex. Perhaps, industry generally. ‘Lotus eaters not required, thank you very much. Good Day to you!’
But I think I understand your feeling, when you first learnt about that person’s fate, as if somehow you might have had a narrow escape, yourself.
Yes, the old, black and white Ealing Comedies were uniquely daft and uniquely British – maybe uniquely English.
Two superstars made them for me; well, four, now I think of it:
Peter Sellars, Irene Handl, Norman Wisdom and To a slightly lesser extent, Kenneth Williams, who was perhaps even funnier on the radio.The other character actors played their part, no doubt about it, but just the thought of Sellars, while posing as a French couturier, for example, suddenly reverting to a 24-carat, genuine, cockney accent, after flanneling some toff matrons with a ‘put-on’ French accent, immediately they disappeared, still mlmost makes me LOL. (How I love that cockney accent now. I took it for granted when I was younger!)
I remember when I was working on the production-line at Fords truck plant at Langley (now defunct, I believe), a mate called John, often used to call out: ‘Mr Grimsdale! Mr Grimsdale!’ I later fund out who he was talking about.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbZxw7vaQKU
I had a better clip, a longer one, starting earlier, but lost it with my last HD.
Nice early morning rant Grimes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zg8PWdVWM0
Oh for those sophisticated days when suave crooks dressed in Saville Row suits and alluring mobsters drove guttural Lamborghinis
Two things occur to me:
1- The Lamborghini Miura whilst apparently a bitch to drive was the most achingly beautiful car ever made. I’ve heard one started up and it sounded like Thor screaming through treacle. Wither now the hairy-chested V12 in an era of hyper-efficient 1.6 litre turbos? (I had an Escort with a bigger block than that).
2- Matt Monroe (ne Terry Parsons) had a lovely voice and would have been an even bigger star had he been born in Las Vegas rather than London.
There was a documentary about Monroe a couple of years ago in which his young grandson said whenever he was in a music shop, he would always sneakily shuffle grandad’s CDs to the front of the Easy Listening section to make sure they still sold well. There was a boy who understood intellectual property and estates.
Back on topic and Matt could get another serious rap as Greatest Film Theme Tune with this of course:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rb2Awn_dYTs
Mike
This score of Ennio Morricone in THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY.
I love the music when Tuco is franticly running around the graveyard:
1- The Lamborghini Miura whilst apparently a bitch to drive was the most achingly beautiful car ever made. I’ve heard one started up and it sounded like Thor screaming through treacle. Wither now the hairy-chested V12 in an era of hyper-efficient 1.6 litre turbos? (I had an Escort with a bigger block than that).
2- Matt Monroe (ne Terry Parsons) had a lovely voice and would have been an even bigger star had he been born in Las Vegas rather than London.
There was a documentary about Monroe a couple of years ago in which his young grandson said whenever he was in a music shop, he would always sneakily shuffle grandad’s CDs to the front of the Easy Listening section to make sure they still sold well. There was a boy who understood intellectual property and estates.
Back on topic and Matt could get another serious rap as Greatest Film Theme Tune with this of course:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rb2Awn_dYTs
I have trouble getting in and particularly out of sports cars as they seem to be designed solely for those less than 6ft tall. Did though last summer manage to enjoy a spin – from the safety of the passenger’s seat – in a chum’s renovated Austin-Healey 3000. Splendid ‘bottom end grunt’ as J Clarkson is more than likely to say
Forget Escorts, I had a Fiesta (also made with the under six-footer in mind but pennies didn’t stretch very far) with a lumpier-than-1.6 block, a 1.8D. Those Dagenham Diesels were fine engines though they didn’t half rattle first thing on a winter’s morning
Frank Sinatra had high regard for Matt Monroe, which is ’nuff said: a lovely voice indeed
Ah, Born Free, a good choice: a stirring, warm warm song and a lovely film. Don’t tell anyone but I have a ‘thing’ about Virginia McKenna that lingers to this day
She and Bill Travers also starred in that other lovely film, Ring Of Bright Water which closes with a rather nice eponymous song, crooned unfortunately by Val Doonican who I can’t stand. Where was Matt when needed again
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like this song.
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