I saw Ringo Starr (and his all starr band) tonite in concert. It was good. I am a plenty big Beatles fan (who isn't) and I hafta admit that it was spine-chilling to see a real live Beatle sing Beatles songs ("A Little Help From My Friends" and "Yellow Submarine"). Ringo might have always been the coolest Beatle, and e certainly is now. Good-voiced and knew how to put on a rocking entertaining show.
His band were all people youda heard of. The Dream Weaver guy and the lead singer dude from Men At Work. They played the songs you want to hear. AWESOME is the word for Edgar Winter who blew the fucking paint off the walls with Frankenstein. I gots my $50 dollars worth of show.
As I tap this, I have on the DVD of Mandingo. The most un-fucking-believable movie ever released by a major studio (Paramount). They should either be ashamed of themselves or patting themselves on the back for not giving a fuck-all who they offend (that would be everybody who sees this movie). Let me put it this way, James Mason plays a slave owner sickened with "the rhuematiz" who gets the sound practical advice that he should push his feet into the belly of a slave boy to draw it out. Do I need to tell you James Mason then spends the rest of his scenes doing that? The film really blows the lid off the evils of slavery...a hundred and ten years or so after it was repealed. Recommended if you dig self-righteous garbage, but don't say I didn't warn you...
His band were all people youda heard of. The Dream Weaver guy and the lead singer dude from Men At Work. They played the songs you want to hear. AWESOME is the word for Edgar Winter who blew the fucking paint off the walls with Frankenstein. I gots my $50 dollars worth of show.
As I tap this, I have on the DVD of Mandingo. The most un-fucking-believable movie ever released by a major studio (Paramount). They should either be ashamed of themselves or patting themselves on the back for not giving a fuck-all who they offend (that would be everybody who sees this movie). Let me put it this way, James Mason plays a slave owner sickened with "the rhuematiz" who gets the sound practical advice that he should push his feet into the belly of a slave boy to draw it out. Do I need to tell you James Mason then spends the rest of his scenes doing that? The film really blows the lid off the evils of slavery...a hundred and ten years or so after it was repealed. Recommended if you dig self-righteous garbage, but don't say I didn't warn you...