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It’s true what the guy interrupts to say in the middle of it. Dean is who you watch. 

This is short; there’s over a minute of credits at the end. 

As Frank would’ve said, “Hot damn.”

This is the reason Dino went to bed while the others caroused through the night. He golfed while they slept it off…

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Oh, don’t believe me about Peggy Lee? Watch this, possibly my favorite YouTube video of all. 

And then watch this, too, with Dean Martin. She’s so amazing he actually looks like he’s paying attention some of the time, which, if you know anything about how he performed his shows…

Always funny, but actually most known as being said by Dean Martin, who probably got it from Joe E. Lewis…or from Joey Bishop, who wrote a lot of the Sands Hotel schtick. They all “borrowed” heavily from each other.

This looks like something from a Marriage on the Rocks set. If so, or even if not, okay. That movie came out in 1965, like me. Better direction and it would have been fantastic. Instead, it’s unevenly paced and sometimes just awkward. But every Martin & Sinatra fan should watch it at least once. Deborah Kerr is gorgeous in it. Nancy Sinatra is in it, as well.

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A real blog post: Not actually about Elvis. Thoughts on 1965 and who I’d be then if I was still me, only 30 years old instead of an infant. 

Cross-posted here. The audio link will open in a separate tab if you click on it here.

When I hear music like this I’m transported back in time to a quiet afternoon spent in my grandpa’s tavern: sipping fruity “pop” from 10 ounce glass bottles, trailing my fingers through the sand on the big long shuffleboard table, watching the moving waterfall on the big Hamm’s clock on the wall behind the bar. This song was actually released the year I was born, but of course, it all ran together for me back then, just as it does now. 

You’ll Always Be the One I Love

Dean Martin, born June 7, 1917. 

That world is so distant now; another time and place, sure, but it feels practically like another dimension I can no longer get to. At least we still have the music, though. 

Dean Martin turned 48 three days after I was born. But I never called him Grandpa… :-)

This is from the following year, February 24, 1966. 

Beautiful, baby. 

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