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Reading Playboy for the Articles: April 1972
I mean, sure, all my life I've heard how the 1970s were a fahion trainwreck where poor decisions intersected bad taste on an epic scale. I mean, the first decade of my life was spent living through this decade. But something repeated so reflexively begins to take on an air of cliche, to the point where one is tempted to soften condemnation a bit. Maybe it wasn't that bad. Nope. With a single ad H.I.S. Jeans and Western Shirts confirms everything that's bad about 70s fashion. And just to underscore this isn't a one-off, there are a couple other ads in the issue that underscore unfortunate fashion trends, plus there's an actual article, "Playboy's Spring & Summer Fashion Forecast," that showcases even more egregious fashion faux pases with the indication this is what all the self-respecting lemmings will be wearing the coming season. For the record, at least one male model in the spread looks downright angry at getting stuck wearing a knit wife-beater with embroidered flowers on the front. Not even kidding.
As if to counter the notion that this issue consisted only as a time capsule of regrettable cultural miscues, Playboy turns around and serves up "Seven Poems by Mao Tse-Tung," translated by Nieh Hua-Ling and Paul Engle. I mean, what? The poems aren't romantic affairs by any means, but rather his musings on guerilla warfare and grim ideological determination. For instance:Chingkang Mountain (Autumn 1928)I mean, he's no Shel Silverstein but the man certainly knows how to stay on message. It's an insightful glimpse into the man who would have a profound influence on shaping the 20th century. There's also a Jack Nicholson interview here. He's a star in the aftermath of Easy Rider but not yet become THE Jack Nicholson. Much of the interview is consumed by discussion of taking drugs and various trips Nicholson had experienced, but the following section was interesting, in a "the more things change, the more they stay the same" sense:
Below the mountain, their flags flying
High on the mountain, our bugles blowing:
A thousand circles of the enemy around us:
we still stand unmoved. Defense is deadly, trench and wall,
the strongest fort is our will.
From Huangyangchieh cannon roar,
crying: the enemy runs away in the night.
Nicholson: In fact, in the first and only film I directed--Drive, He Said--I used a number of my old cronies. And I was more than pleased that I was in a position to do so. Playboy:Why was Drive, He Said originally rated X by the Motion Picture Association of America? Nicholson: Because it had frontal nudity and it had someone who was fucking have an orgasm. The orgasm is audible, not visible. The person says, "I'm coming." I'm convinced the rating system is 100 percent corrupt. The censors say they're protecting the family unit in America when, in fact, the reality of the censorship is if you suck a tit, you're an X, but if you cut it off with a sword, you're a GP [PG today].
Other thoughts:
Great googaly moogaly, what the hell is this gonzo monstrosity!? The 70s were absolutely, certifiably nuts but every so often it stumbled upon something so brilliantly ahead of its time that one really has to wonder why we don't all have flying cars like the Jetsons. The bubble house is one of those things. Officially marketed as a Pneudome, a 500 square foot inflatable dome house made of polyvinyl and marked by a Los Angeles design group known as Chrysalis absolutely screams to be one of the centerpieces of a Burning Man bodypaint orgy. Preferrably one with lots of Jack Nicholson's drugs available. I can only assume from the fact that I have never, ever seen this before--despite the fact this thing looks like it is straight out of a 1970s science fiction movie--that the Pneudomes were not a tremendous success on the sales front. I have to wonder what the airflow in one of these was like, and all the furniture inside is presumably non-inflatable. The article earnestly insists that four people--two swinging couples, from the looks of it, as there are no separate bedrooms--can easily carry, inflate and pack up the globular pop-up with minimal effort. I have my doubts. AndI can't help but imagine the whole thing smelling like the inside of a beach ball. But damn, talk about being 50 years ahead of its time, I can just imagine Elon Musk ordering up a thousand of these wannabe Mars habitats for his Tesla factory town outside of Bastrop. The mind boggles. Now Playing: The Gene Rains Group Lotus LandChicken Ranch Central
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Reading Playboy for the articles: October 1962
Highlights: For me, the standout of this issue is the interview of troubled, troublesome, brilliant and insecure Peter Sellers. Dr. Strangelove and The Pink Panther were still two years in the future. He'd completed 16 films in the previous five years and had garnered considerable attention for his role of Clare Quilty in Stanley Kubrick's Lolita. Enjoying hindsight afforded by the intervening six decades, I found this exchange particularly striking:
Sellers: I'm not a star, because I have no personality of my own. Playboy: Hasn't success enabled you to find your personality? Sellers: Success hasn'e enabled me to find out anything about myself. I just know I can do certian things. If you go too deep into yourself, if you analyze yourself too closely, it's no good for the job. You can either act or you can't. If you analyze your own emotions all the time, and every doorknob you handle, you know, you're up the spout. Playboy: But supposing you were asked to play a character called Peter Sellers, how would you play him? Sellers: What I would do, I'd go to see all my friends. I go to see my acquaintances, and ask them how they see me, ask for their impressions of Peter Sellers. And then I would sift these characterization. That's all I can do, because I am quite unaware of what I am.Oddly, the interviewer is not credited. Was this standard practice for Playboy back in the day? Curious.
Other thoughts: The cover on this one had torn off but I initially thought it was an incorrect match. What I considered the biggest selling points of the issue--Peter Sellers, Arthur C. Clark, Shel Silverstein--weren't mentioned on the cover, but folks like Nat Hentoff, Ken W. Purdy and Gerald Kersh (who I've never heard of) were. Shows how much times, and perspectives, change.
There's a an excerpt from Percival by Chertien de Troyes, "Gawain and the Lady of the Pavilion," presented as a ribald classic, so we know our 1962 readers were well-read when it came to their Arthurian lore. And there's the 1963 Playboy Jazz Poll, which indicates the importance jazz still played in entertainment despite the ascendance of rock and roll. Sadly, the poll itself is torn out, which I suppose means the original owner was passionate enough about music to make his (or her) opinions known to the editors.Finally, the tikiphile in me squeed! when I saw this panel of the long-running Playboy comic, "Little Annie Fanny." She. Has. A. Moai. Life goals.
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Committing fiction
The doorknob rattled. Eyes wide, J.T. grabbed it with both hands, bracing his shoulder against the door frame. The door shook. Boyd screamed. The knob twisted in J.T.'s grip but he would not let it go. Porcelain shattered, followed by what disturbingly sounded like a flock of geese being sucked into a jet engine. The angry knob twisted harder, peeling skin from J.T.'s palms, but he refused to relent. The entire house shuddered, struck by a menace so cold J.T.'s tongue froze to the roof of his mouth. And then... silence. J.T. blinked bits of hoarfrost from his eyelids. Frost covered his arms, the door, the walls. Warily, he released his grip on the doorknob. Nothing happened.Now Playing: Ted Auletta & His Orchestra Exotica
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Dick Fagan & the Hi-Scores
DICK FAGAN was another singer from Houston to join Sarg in 1956. Fagan's debut recording for the label was a nondescript country outing, but by the next year he was experimenting with rock 'n' roll. He cut the Eddie Cochran-esque lament "I Got A Ticket" twice for Sarg: the previously unissued demo version (probably dating from 1957) is less frantic but better recorded than the released version, which was cut at Don Robey's studio sometime in 1958. Both are heard here. The equally rocking "I Gotta Learn" also dates from the Robey session. On all of these songs, Fagan is accompanied by a white vocal group known as the Scores. Their identities, as well as the names of Fagan's backing musicians, remain unknown, save for lead guitarist Dickie Blevins. Blevins would go on to extensively record under his own name and as Dick Allen; Fagan would only record once more, for Dan Mechura's Nu-Star label in Houston, before his death in 1978.Fagan's early recordings leaned heavily into rockabilly, but as he got older his sound gravitated more to mainstream country and western. By the 1970s he was playing regular gigs in the Houston area as Dick Fagan and the Country Pros, with his brother, guitarist Ron Fagan, in the band. It's unclear if he ever made additional studio recordings--I've not been able to find any information on the Nu-Star lable mentioned by Bear Family. I know live recordings exist and these give the impression of a tight, experienced group performing mostly popular covers during various gigs. It's all interesting as a piece of Texas music history. The fact that I have a connection to it--tenuous though it may be--is just a bonus. In an idealized world I'd be a huge rockabilly fan and this would explain much about my musical tastes. Alas, although I respect rockabilly as a genre I'm largely indifferent to it. For anyone curious about Dick Fagan's early flirtations with musical stardom, the available singles are linked below for your listening pleasure.
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