Compiled by Albie The Good, your average desert-dwelling, Bible-believing, Christian Beatnik and Incurable Bookworm... Thoughts about stuff... oh, and things too. :)
Thursday, January 5, 2012
5 Unusual Westerns You Might Like...
1. HOPALONG CASSIDY AND THE FIVE MEN OF EVIL
I got my copy of this "graphic novel" in a comic book store in Mesa AZ around 1997. I think it cost about 6 bucks and I am right glad I hung on to it... 'cuz used copies at Amazon are starting around $134!! I don't know why in the world it is that valuable but I DO know I love it for what it is... awesome entertainment!
Basically it is a reprint of a story arc of the Dan Spiegel - drawn comic strip that came out during the "Hoppy boom" of the early '50s. The "script" is credited to Republic serial writer Royal Cole and it's a great sequential tale about Hoppy and sidekick "Mesquite" pursing five psychotic hillbillies to a dramatic-- and surprisingly violent-- conclusion.
Great if you can find it [and have no fear... I found a couple different offers for less than 10 bux with a little deeper web search.]
2. FIGHTING PARSON OF THE OLD WEST by Bernard Palmer
[also published as PARSON JOHN]
This is a great "Christian Western" first published by Moody Press back in 1942. It is a surprisingly well-rendered and frank picture of the working life of a preacher in the lawless Sand Hills region of Nebraska Territory just after the Civil War. The lead character Pastor John Woodring [a fictionalization of the author's real-life grandfather] is presented as a sincere but driven man of faith who fights corruption, murder, subjugation of womenfolk, and even his own doubts through a quick moving narrative.
This book is written in a straightforward style that makes it suitable for reading aloud to children. It actually deals with some mature subject matter [prostitution is one example] but does so in a thoroughly tasteful style. Great little read.
3. MAIL ORDER BRIDE [1964]
This overlooked gem of a movie was completely new to me when I saw it last night DVR'd from the Turner Movie channel [Praise God for DirectTV!]
Made the year I was born, this western "dramedy" is the delightful tale of a savvy old frontier codger [played beautifully by the great Buddy Ebsen] who who pressures the wild son of his dead friend into marrying a mail-order bride in an attempt to settle the crazy youth down a notch. Much hilarity ensues.
That short description may make it sound pretty run-of-the-mill, but an amazing cast-- and expert direction from no less a hand than Burt Kennedy-- really elevate this charming piece of Americana to a special level.
Plus it features Denver Pyle as a wacky preacher man... bonus!
4. REBEL SPURS by Andre Norton
Sci-fi legend Mary Alice Norton wrote this oater back in '50s and as far as I know it is her only true western. She should've written more.
This sequel to her civil war novel Ride Proud, Rebel finds hero Drew Currie involved in horse racing, horse stealing and a pretty good mystery in 1860s Arizona! As a plus for me it all takes place in my home county [Santa Cruz Co. on the Mex border!] and Norton's research into period setting and detail is highly impressive. Great coming-of-age element involved too.
5. THE LAST OUTLAW [1936]
Finally we have my all time favorite movie... and I mean that sincerely.
B-western great Harry Carey turns in the bittersweet performance of a lifetime as aging outlaw Dean Payton, and Hoot Gibson is unbelievably funny as a cynical young cowpoke. This is a smart, greathearted western that will please just about anybody. I have shown it to a score of friends so far and NONE have failed to LOVE it.
This one I cannot recommend highly enough. Look it for it on VHS... sadly, the DVD has yet to appear.
PEACE.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
"Ramblin' Man" -- DEL SHANNON SINGS HANK WILLIAMS
DEL SHANNON SINGS HANK WILLIAMS
1964
In 1964 Del Shannon was one of the few American artists still riding high in the wake of the so-called "British Invasion." He had scored a big hit with his self-penned "Keep Searchin'" [classic] and many English acts publicly considered him a precursor and a major influence. Why, at this critical point, he would decide to record an album of Hank Williams covers-- a project that seems in hindsight to have almost obviously been doomed to financial failure-- is anyone's guess.
I gotta tell ya, though, I am glad he did it.
Del [1934-1990], a Michigan native who had enjoyed a string of driving, vocally charged hits though the early sixties, may not have seemed like the guy to sing "Kaw-Liga" and "Your Cheatin' Heart," but he made them strangely his own, believe you me!
I first found this album on vinyl at PDQ Records in Tucson back about 1985 or so, and it has long been one of my "guilty pleasure" lifetime selections. Click on the Youtube sample below to hear my very favorite cut, the amazing "Ramblin' Man."
Tell me if that man couldn't flat rip apart an old country classic!
Album cuts
RIP Dell!
PEACE
"Del Shannon – Sings Hank Williams" 1964
01. You Cheating Heart (3:07) 02. Kaw-Liga (3:08) 03. I Can't Help It (2:35) 04. Honky Tonk Blues (2:21) 05. Lonesome Whistle (2:17) 06. You Win Again (3:12) 07. Ramblin' Man (3:23) 08. Hey Good Looking (2:36) 09. Long Gone Lonesome Blues (2:13) 10. Weary Blues (From Waitin') (3:18) 11. I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry (2:58) 12. Cold Cold Heart (2:47)
Monday, January 2, 2012
A Jack Keller HOT ROD classic!
Albie's note: I like to fit scripture into my blogs any ol' way I can, but what can ya do when the blog in question is a scan of a groovy Charlton "Hot Rod" comic from the 1960s drawn by the great Jack Keller?
Oh wait, I think I found a strangely appropriate verse!
"The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall justle one against another in the broad ways: they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightnings." -- Nahum 2:4 :)
So... without further ado, here are
CLINT CURTIS AND THE ROAD KNIGHTS
in "STOP THIEF!"
from HOT RODS AND RACING CARS #82
[Charlton, 1966]
Another scripture comes to mind at the end of our tale:
"Let him that stole steal no more!" -- Ephesians 4:28a
PEACE.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
POETRY BREAK #5: "WESTERN WAGONS" by The Benets
"Western Wagons"
by the Benets
by the Benets
"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen."
Hebrews 11:1
FRONTIER PARAPHRASE:
"Now faith is being sure of what we’d hoped for and plum certain of what lies over the hill that we cannot see..."
They went with axe and rifle
Before the trails were blazed;
They went with goods and family
In the prairie-schooner days,
With banjo and with frying pan ---
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry!
For I'm off to California,
To get rich or to try!
We've broken land and cleared it,
But we're tired of where we are.
They say that wild Nebraska
Is a better place, by far.
There's gold in far Wyoming,
There's black earth in Ioway.
So pack up the kids and blankets,
For we're moving west today!
The meek ones never started
And the weak died on the road,
And all across the continent
The endless campfires glowed.
We'd taken land and settled,
But a wagon train passed by,
And we're going West tomorrow,
Lordy, never ask me why.
We're going West tomorrow,
Where the promises can't fail.
O'er the hills in legions, boys,
And crowd the dusty trail!
We shall starve and freeze and suffer,
We shall die and tame the lands.
But we're going West tomorrow,
With our fortune in our hands.
Rosemary
and Stephen Vincent Benet
Monday, December 26, 2011
In Defense Of The "Color Episodes": My first Andy Griffith Show blog...
So you see, with a fan-base situation like this one, one humble blogger from AZ feels kind of intimidated to even join the decades-long discussion!
But still... here I go.
Now, I should say at the outset that I am truly a big fan... not the biggest, by any means, but avid enough that I can actually be entertained by a perusal through the endless and almost excruciatingly detailed discussions that permeate the plethora of websites and message boards devoted to TAGS [as we aficionados always abbreviate the object of our sad but harmless obsession.] I own all 8 seasons of the original classic on DVD, and will undoubtedly buy the 3 seasons of "Mayberry RFD" [the much-maligned continuation of the franchise] should they ever become similarly available. I have watched every episode at least once, and most of them twice or even several times.
Unquestionably TAGS is a true American classic, especially in its first 5 seasons-- the ones that still featured Don Knotts in his classic role as Deputy Barney Fife. Barney and Sheriff Andy Taylor had an undeniable working chemistry and timing that really went far above and beyond the typical "straight man and goofy sidekick" dynamic. In comedic terms, it was truly a marriage made in heaven, and both Knotts and star Griffith deserve all their due as brilliant comedic actors.
Over 5 seasons this chemistry was not only used and explored in some really well-written episodes, but a backdrop of amazing supporting characters was steadily developed until TAGS became one of the great ensemble comedies in all of entertainment history... an episodic tour-de-force that still amazes and charms even the youngest, hippest, and most sophisticated viewers to this very day.
But then... at the close of the 5th season... there arose a tragedy equally epic!
At the fabled end of that season, Don Knotts departed to pursue a mediocre movie career.
Barney was now gone, the show switched to color, and Sheriff Andy, left to toil on with his lesser cast as the new sidekicks, suddenly changed into a serious, almost morose lead character.
I would venture to suppose that this transition is the subject of more controversy in "TAGS-dom" than any other one topic. Virtually any TAGS fan can be counted on to have a strong opinion of some kind concerning this grave issue.
Now... although these last 3 seasons have extremely vocal and even hateful detractors [check around the message boards awhile and you'll see what I mean], it is worth noting that these seasons were still quite popular in the USA at the time of their production. In fact, Season 8, the final season, ended as the #1 show in the country for the year it first aired, and Amazon.com stats show that these seasons have sold pretty much as well as the first 5 on DVD. [I know I didn't hesitate to keep buying them!] "Mayberry RFD" was indeed less popular, but still stayed in the top 20 for all 3 of its seasons, and was only eventually canceled as part of CBS' now infamous purge of "rural programming" in an early '70s effort to streamline its image moving into the "me" decade.
So, here's my confession:
Despite their obvious inferiority [and I do acknowledge it] I have actually grown to like these color episodes. Not only that, I will state unequivocally that at least 2 of my 10 favorite episodes were in color, and neither one has Barney Fife as a character. [Knotts made 5 guest appearances in the color seasons.]
First, let me concede the negatives. For one thing, Andy Griffith himself often seems just plain bored in these later episodes, and that, in and of itself, is a pretty sad development.
Second, the writers felt compelled to create several new characters, and a few of them [like Warren the New Deputy and Emmett the Fix-It man] are blatantly ill-conceived and painfully superfluous. [As far as Warren goes, I always wonder why Jerry Van Dyke-- as the "banjo playing deputy"-- wasn't retained from the tail end of season 5... he would have been a MUCH better choice.]
And third, there truly is something painful about the character of Helen Crump in these later color episodes. Now... unlike most fans, I am not all that hard on Helen, actually. Her character is somewhat harsh, as people always note, but I actually feel it is a very realistic depiction of teachers in those days. Also, 'net posters always rag on her looks, but in all honesty she was pretty hot [and no doubt hotter than these guys' own women-- just a hunch.] Plus... like it or not, Griffith himself chose her as the love interest for fictional Andy, feeling that there was a good chemistry there. I think the real problem was that the story lines of Andy's love life just weren't funny without Barney there to be the foil. I personally think the writers should have just stopped writing "conflict" stories about Andy's love life entirely; there was just no way to make them funny anymore.
Having said all this... I still think there are some real positives to the later seasons.
First, people talk about the stories becoming stupid, but to be fair TAGS always had some really hair-brained episodes. While Goober Pyle believing a dog could talk in season 6 was indeed truly, staggeringly stupid, I actually found it less dumb than Barney's escapade with the goat who ate dynamite back in season 3 [my personal choice for "stupidest episode of the entire run."]
Also, many people think Goober was an annoying character and write endlessly about it, but even Barney could really get on my nerves sometimes. There was this alarming streak of selfishness in Barney that could be at times funny, but at other times downright unfunny... and those episodes [dozens of them!] where Andy lies and manipulates events to spare his deputy/cousin's feelings can be not only stupid, but pathetic, emotionally warped, and morally offensive... all at once! [Watch carefully a so-called classic like "Barney And The Choir," where the entire town joins in Andy's bizarre deception, and I think you'll see what I mean.] I think even Andy and Barn were only as good a couple characters as they were written to be... and sometimes they were written to be a pair of genuine jackasses! Say what you will about Goober's exaggerated mental defects, he was at least truly well-meaning at all times, and this made for some really great "lesson" episodes, like "Goober Goes To An Auto Show," one of the best of all the color episodes.
Thirdly, the characters of Opie and Aunt Bee have some great and shining moments in these later seasons. "The Ball Game" and "Opie's Job" are actually better showcases for Ronnie Howard's burgeoning talents than even the vastly over-rated "Opie The Birdman;" and the color Aunt Bee episodes deserve credit for really exploring the varying and different emotional facets of that most under-valued of all the main characters.
Finally, [and I know I'll take some flack for this one] I actually like the character of Howard Sprague. He's one of those "town bachelor" characters so strangely common in a lot of older fiction, and therefore the "gay" jokes about him will probably never stop... but actually, he's a fine, well-conceived character. In fact, all these fans who gripe about him so feverishly and diligently actually only manage to confirm something about the character that they somehow never stop to consider: he is an absolutely unforgettable fictional creation! Think about it. Those writers managed, in this one late case, to create a character that is still indelibly stuck in all our minds... even in the wake of such great departed creations as Barney and Gomer! That, like it or not, is no mean achievement.
Also, the various scripts revolving around Howard's inter-personal troubles show genuine compassion for the geeky outsider in a much less offensive way than did all the weird, "co-dependent," Barney-as-pathetic-boob, episodes of the vaunted earlier seasons.
So anyway... I guess I "done done it" now! I have gone and outed myself as a fan of the last 3 seasons of TAGS.
Oh well... Let the chips fall where they may.
PEACE
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
QUOTATIONS FROM CHAIRMAN LOUIS... L'AMOUR, THAT IS...
“The trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. Travel too fast, and you miss all you are traveling for.”
“I would not sit waiting for some vague tomorrow, nor for something to happen. One could wait a lifetime, and find nothing at the end of the waiting. I would begin here, I would make something happen.”
“For one who reads, there is no limit to the number of lives that may be lived, for fiction, biography, and history offer an inexhaustible number of lives in many parts of the world, in all periods of time.”
“When you go to a country, you must learn how to say two things: how to ask for food, and to tell a woman that you love her. Of these the second is more important, for if you tell a woman you love her, she will certainly feed you.”
“Victory is won not in miles but in inches. Win a little now, hold your ground, and later, win a little more.”
“Adventure is just a romantic name for trouble. It sounds swell when you write about it, but it's hell when you meet it face to face in a dark and lonely place.”
“The way I see it, every time a man gets up in the morning he starts his life over. Sure, the bills are there to pay, and the job is there to do, but you don't have to stay in a pattern. You can always start over, saddle a fresh horse and take another trail.”
“There is nothing more dangerous than a woman with a shotgun. Because you don't know when it's going to go off...and neither does she.”
“No man ever raised a monument to a cynic or wrote a poem about a man without faith.”
“He never knew when he was whipped ... So he never was.......”
“If you want the law to leave you alone, keep your hair trimmed and your boots shined.”
“Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen.”
PEACE
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
COOL STUFF FROM LIBRARY BOOKS #12: "D.L. Moody Visits A Prison"
Moody Visits A Prison
I was at the Fulton-street prayer-meeting, a good many years ago, one Saturday night, and when the meeting was over, a man came to me and said, "I would like to have you go down to the city prison to-morrow, and preach to the prisoners."
I said I would be very glad to go. There was no chapel in connection with that prison, and I was to preach to them in their cells. I had to stand at a little iron railing and talk down a great, long narrow passageway, to some three or four hundred of them, I suppose, all out of sight. It was pretty difficult work; I never preached to the bare walls before.
When it was over I thought I would like to see to whom I had been preaching, and how they had received the gospel. I went to the first door, where the inmates could have heard me best, and looked in at a little window, and there were some men playing cards. I suppose they had been playing all the while.
"How is it with you here?" I said.
"Well, stranger, we don't want you to get a bad idea of us. False witnesses swore a lie, and that is how we are here."
"Oh," I said, "Christ cannot save anybody here; there is nobody lost." I went to the next cell. "Well, friend, how is it with you?"
"Oh," said the prisoner, "the man that did the deed looked very much like me, so they caught me and I am here."
He was innocent, too! I passed along to the next cell.
"How is it with you?'"
"Well, we got into bad company, and the man that did it got clear, and we got taken up, but we never did anything."
I went along to the next cell.
"How is it with you?"
"Our trial comes on next week, but they have nothing against us, and we'll get free."
I went round to nearly every cell but the answer was always the same--they had never done anything. Why, I never saw so many innocent men together in my life. There was nobody to blame but the magistrates, according to their way of it. These men were wrapping their filthy rags of self-righteousness about them. And that has been the story for six thousand years. I got discouraged as I went through the prison, on, and on, and on, cell after cell, and every man had an excuse. If he hadn't one, the devil helped him to make one. I had got almost through the prison, when I came to a cell and found a man with his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands. Two little streams of tears were running down his cheeks; they did not come by drops that time.
"What's the trouble?" I said. He looked up, the picture of remorse and despair.
"Oh, my sins are more than I can bear."
"Thank God for that," I replied.
"What," said he, "you are the man that has been preaching to us, ain't you?"
"Yes."
"I think you said you were a friend?"
"I am."
"And yet you are glad that my sins are more than I can bear!"
"I will explain," I said "If your sins are more than you can bear, won't you cast them on One who will bear them for you?"
"Who's that?"
"The Lord Jesus."
"He won't bear my sins."
"Why not?"
"I have sinned against Him all my life."
"I don't care if you have; the blood of Jesus Christ, God's Son, cleanses from all sin."
Then I told him how Christ had come to seek and save that which was lost; to open the prison doors and set the captives free. It was like a cup of refreshment to find a man who believed he was lost, so I stood there, and held up a crucified Saviour to him. "Christ was delivered for our offenses, died for our sins, rose again for our justification."
For a long time the man could not believe that such a miserable wretch could be saved. He went on to enumerate his sins, and I told him that the blood of Christ could cover them all. After I had talked with him I said, "Now let us pray."
He got down on his knees inside the cell, and I got down outside, and I said, "You pray."
"Why," he said, "it would be blasphemy for me to call on God."
"You call on God," I said.
He knelt down, and, like the poor publican, he lifted up his voice and said, "God be merciful to me, a vile wretch!" I put my hand through the window, and as I shook hands with him a tear fell on my hand that burned down into my soul. It was a tear of repentance. He believed he was lost. Then I tried to get him to believe that Christ had come to save him. I left him still in darkness.
"I will be at the hotel," I said, "between nine and ten o'clock, and I will pray for you."
Next morning, I felt so much interested, that I thought I must see him before I went back to Chicago. No sooner had my eye lighted on his face, than I saw that remorse and despair had fled away, and his countenance was beaming with celestial light; the tears of joy had come into his eyes, and the tears of despair were gone. The sun of Righteousness had broken out across his path; his soul was leaping within him for joy; he had received Christ as Zaccheus did--joyfully.
"Tell me about it," I said.
"Well, I do not know what time it was; I think it was about midnight. I had been in distress a long time, when all at once my great burden fell off, and now, I believe I am the happiest man in New York."
I think he was the happiest man I saw from the time I left Chicago till I got back again. His face was lighted up with the light that comes from the celestial hills. I bade him good-by, and I expect to meet him in another world.
Can you tell me why the Son of God came down to that prison that night, and, passing cell after cell, went to that one, and set the captive free? It was because the man believed he was lost.
From MOODY'S ANECDOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS,RELATED IN HIS REVIVAL WORK
BY DWIGHT L. MOODY.
CHICAGO: Rhodes and McClure Publishing Co. 1899
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