Showing posts with label vintage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage. Show all posts

Thursday, March 13, 2014

As 'American Idol' Launches 159th Season... Remember The Good Ones?

"American Idol" jumped the shark a good five years ago... no need to belabor what a self-conscious drab show it's become. Long gone are the days of launching such true talents as Kelly Clarkson, Fantasia, Diana Degarmo, Jennifer Hudson, Carrie Underwood, Daughtry, Jordin Sparks, Ace Young, Katharine McPhee and Kellie Pickler.

And then there's my beloved Kimberley Locke. She posted on Facebook Thursday that it's been a decade since the release of her Curb Records' smash hit "8th World Wonder." I watched the video and 12 hours later, it remains lodged in my little pea brain, with the chorus playing over & again. The good ones stay withcha, right?
That was the first of many No. 1 songs for Kim, hitting No. 1 on the Billboard Dance Chart (No. 19 at top 40 & No. 6 at AC), followed by top 10 AC "Change" and three chart-topping Christmas songs: "Up On the Rooftop," "Jingle Bells" and "Frosty the Snowman."

Last year, heavenly dance track "Feel the Love" (with Cahill) reached No. 1 on the U.K. Pop & Dance charts... while Kimberley continues to address groups globally & spread her positive message. I met Kim through dear pal Fred Bronson... and have connected numerous time in NYC and LA since... as well as the pleasure of reviewing her music numerous times as Billboard's Single Reviews Editor. As you might imagine, Kim is all positive energy, funny (with an infectious laugh) and smart as shit, ever moving forward in her well-entrenched career. Eighth world wonder, indeed. *   

Monday, May 20, 2013

Coming June 3: Chuck Taylor's 'TIme Zone" On FMG Radio Network

P.S. I miss The Smoking Nun... Hopefully we'll be relaunching this summer!

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving from The Smoking Nun. Hope you ate enough to down a horse! *

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Vintage Victory! The Ambassador Double Burger & Sandwich Maker

As an ever-resourceful shopper, one of my favorite destinations is Unique Thrift Store in Downtown Brooklyn. Last week I gamboled around the premises for goodies and happened upon a vintage double burger cooker/sandwich maker that had to have been from the late 1970s.

When I opened the box, I was giddily amazed to discover that the item had never been used. All of the original packing was in place, it was pristine clean and even included the little recipe booklet. It was almost too good to be true. Perhaps the only thing better was the price: $7.99. Oh, come on, how could I resist?

Not only is the Ambassador "Burger & Sandwich Maker Double Size" capable of cooking burgers in one minute, but you can also make grilled cheese sandwiches and tuna melts, while using the "grill" to cook eggs, bacon and steaks. Eureka!

Once I brought my prize home, I searched the web for retro ads and any info I could find about the appliance... I found nothing, except one newspaper advert from a department store in 1978 offering the item on sale for $24.88.

On Friday, I cooked my first burger, and indeed it was better than any previous means I've used with modern technology. George Foreman Grill is a mess to try and clean, while a frying pan makes a spattered mess of the simple task. Of course, there are comparable devices made today, but every once in a while, they got it right way back when. And retro... even better. Delish! *

Friday, September 28, 2012

Stretch Jeans? Seriously?

These are the kind of offers I'm going to be getting in the mail now? Seriously? Suddenly, AARP doesn't look so degrading. *

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Happy Sweet 16, Young Charles

Lord have mercy. Somehow enough time has passed that I am now three times the age of my Sweet 16 (surprise) birthday party, in September 1978. How the hell did this happen? Isn't time just the damndest thing?

But let's talk about what's really important here: To this day, my orthodontist remains one of my greatest heroes. The day I got my braces at 15 (late bloomer, cool cats) was the beginning of a promising new life... No more big split dividing my blessedly bucky front teeth. Thank god for Dr. Pillis... and, uh, my parent's good sense to know that without a set of straight choppers, I'd probably still be washing dishes in the back of a pizza joint... just as I was during the summer of my 16th year. *

Saturday, September 15, 2012

The Two Most Terrifying Moments Of My Life

As I prepare to renovate my apartment living room later this month, I'm clearing out the space, including dozens of old photo albums. Perfect time to scan some vintage memories...

Picture it: I'm 15 years old (and a pretty typical contrary teenage jackass), traveling with my family on a three-week journey across the United States... from Virginia through the Midwest, into Chicago, Las Vegas, Utah, Idaho, the Dakotas, tipping into Victoria, Canada, down to Portland and the West Coast through Washington and California, into New Mexico, across Texas and eventually back to Virginia.

It was truly the adventure of a lifetime, and though I whined and bitched a good bit of the time, I locked in on so many hundreds of memories about our nation. Hell, in San Francisco, I recall seeing my first gay couple ever, two men with mustaches and flannel shirts holding hands (it was vintage 1978 homo fashion, after all), which has stayed with me to this day...

I was never particularly comfortable with heights and I tell you, seeing the Grand Canyon that July was easily the most terrifying experience of my life: a vast, endless hole just waiting to suck me in, never to be seen again. In the faded pics below, you can actually make it out that I am clutching the rail with white knuckles, bearing a fake smile (with braces!), convinced the earth is going to lurch and I'm going down... down... down...
Fast forward 18 years, when I ventured back to the West Coast with my partner at the time, Pook... We made our way to the Grand Canyon and I tell you what, the same terror came rushing back... In fact, note my hands gripping the rails same as the first time. Yeah, it's one of God's great triumphs, but twice is enough for me to dare being sucked into the big black hole. Memories shall prevail. *

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Who Needs Manhattan? Downtown BK Renewal A Bona Fide Reality

When The New York Times pens a story on the revitalization of Downtown Brooklyn's Fulton Mall—just steps from my beloved Brooklyn Heights neighborhood, it heralds a watermark moment: sort of like, if the Times sniffs it as a reality, the revival has got to have credence. Its August 28 piece announced "National Retailers Discover a Brooklyn Mall."

I fell in love with DT BK while working for the U.S. Census Bureau in 2010, walking the mile-long stretch from the Heights through Fulton Mall nearly every day.

While I dug its seedy persona—with wig shops, pawn shops, cash-checking joints and low-cost clothing—you could smell change in the air... as one, then another national retail chain took a chance on what was once Brooklyn's premiere shopping district. Back then, it was distinctly racially divided; often, I was the only white dude walking down the street. That's certainly not the case anymore, as gentrification has meshed the color lines. Truly, two years later, I hardly recognize the place.

The Downtown Brooklyn Partnership's $300 million public improvements initiative to remake the flailing shopping mecca got the ball rolling at the beginning of the decade after 30 years of neglect, with newly paved streets and traffic patterns, wider sidewalks, contempo streetlights and shiny new bus stops that immediately gave the dingy streetwalk a glistening whitewash.

Much credit also has to go to Shake Shack, whose opening in December 2011 was perhaps the turning point, with a chain willing to take a chance on the promise of Fulton Mall. This year alone, the 17-block walkway has welcomed (or soon will): Gap Factory Outlet, Brooklyn Industries, Starbucks, Raymour & Flanigan, Victoria’s Secret, Express, Armani Exchange, Nordstrom Rack, H&M, TJ Maxx, Aeropostale, Seattle's Best, Century 21 and the mammoth City Point's 1.6 million square foot commercial, retail and residential project, due for completion in 2018. Add to that the development of Willoughby Square Park. Albee Square abutting City Point, new restaurants along Adams Street and the coming of the Downtown Tech Triangle... So are you paying attention Apple? Meanwhile, the ink keeps on flowing about Downtown Brooklyn's rejuvenation.

Racked posted a piece, "National Chains Are Still Racing to Open on Fulton Street," which discusses Raymour & Flanigan furniture store's 28,000 sf lease for the second floor of 490 Fulton Street, scheduled to open in February; and notes an undisclosed developer that's close to signing a 45,000sf lease with a major apparel retailer. In addition, The Real Deal wrote about "How Fulton Street is attracting national retailers," pointing out that Century 21 is the first department store to open in the nabe in some 50 years.

The Daily News noted the area's revolution, "long home to neon-lit sneaker shops, hot dog stands and cell phone stores" to its evolution as "state-of-the-art Brooklyn, complete with skyscraping condo towers and flowery landscaping along Flatbush Ave. Extension." Curbed remarked, "Fulton Street Mall Gets Popular," while The New York Observer profiled Michael Weiss, CEO of Express, which opened a new outlet in August at 490 Fulton Street. Even AP alerted its press members about the in-the-works story. And let's not forget one of the primary reasons for the area's boom: a revolution in Downtown highrise housing.

Brooklyn Heights residents are indeed eyewitnesses to a truly historic urban revival—just steps away from our homes—destined to forever change the texture of the neighborhood... literally week by week. Hey, who needs Manhattan, anyway? *

Saturday, August 25, 2012

The Ultimate Reunion: After, Gulp, 40+ Years

My very first best friend in the world was Angie Fontana. My family had just moved into a new house in Lynchburg, Va., the week before my 5th birthday, and I became fast friends with the younger girl who lived two houses up the street.

We shared the most important thing in the world at the time: "The Partridge Family," often nestled next to each other, side by side, in my diddy's recliner, watching "The Brady Bunch" at 8 p.m. on Friday, followed by the adventures of Keith and the gang.

Angie and her family—her parents and older brother and sister—moved to St. Louis by the time I was 10 or so, and sadly we lost touch over time. In fact, it wasn't until the early 1990s when I was living in Washington, D.C., that we reconnected for a quick lunch in the city. Man, oh, man, was Angie a beautiful woman. And by that time, I had come out... the connection was robust, albeit hasty.

Fast forward, geez, another 20 years! Despite that brief encounter—before email and Facebook—we managed to lose each other again. By this point, Angie was living in Florida and I soon relocated to New York. And then, out of nowhere, she found me earlier this week, sent a quick email, which I followed with a long gush... and now, by god, I hope to hell we never lose each other again.

Funny, every July 14, all of my life, I remember Angie's birthday... It has stayed in my lil' noggin for forty-plus years. Now... at last... I hope to be able to CALL Angie on her birthday. This is one of those moments that is a rare gift, a rush, a thread to the deep past... and boy, it's making me one happy fellow.

Ironically, on Tuesday, I'm returning to Lynchburg to see the folks, who now live not even a mile from the house that I grew up in and where Angie lived up the street. You can bet I'll do a drive-by, and will likely pause, smile and maybe even muster a fond tear. It's good. *

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Quote: 'When Memories Become More Important Than Dreams'

Of all places, I heard the following quote in the Series Finale of Desperate Housewives, which has been sitting in my Tivo for months. It so struck a chord with me that I paused, played it again and scrawled it down... It's not pretty, by my god, it is truth. And I get it. Totally.

"You know you've hit middle age when memories become more important than your dreams."

It took me back to my first months in New York, when I had just arrived for my dream job at Billboard magazine in the fall of 1996. Such hope, such ambition... and for sure, every dream that I dared imagine for that job—which ultimately blossomed into a 14-year career—came blissfully true.

In the winter of 1996, January or February, I made a music video set to Collective Soul's "The World I Know," shot around my tiny, adorable, beloved studio apartment on the Upper West Side at 82nd & Broadway. Below is a trio of screen shots from the vid. I have a DVD that I managed to transfer from VHS years ago, but I have yet to figure out how the hell to load it to YouTube so that I might share it—and protect it. It is indeed a treasured memory... of my dreams. *

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

NYC Vintage: 70 Clark Street, Brooklyn Heights, 1948

The six-story apartment building at 70 Clark Street and Henry is photographed here September 15, 1948. Note the three towering TV antennas along the roofline. The street-level retail gave us Parker Drugs, offering a lunch counter and soda fountain; with “Soda and Lunch,” “Cosmetics and Cigars” advertised along the front signage.

Today, 70 Clark, across the street from the St. George Hotel, is the location of Clark’s Restaurant and Ozu Japanese, while the residential coop has changed precious little over the past 50+ years. According to a recent Prudential Douglas Elliman listing, many of the building’s units feature 9-foot ceilings, along with a common garden between its twin structures. *
(Historic Photo: Wurtz Brothers, Museum of the City of New York/Current: Chuck Taylor)

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Los Angeles: The Sportsmen's Lodge

Kristina took me for a grand walk through the campy Sportmen's Lodge in L.A.'s Studio City, which is packed to the gills with history. The massive hotel complex opened 50 years ago, with a restaurant and trout-fishing lake where families and celebrities such as Clark Gable, Bette Davis,  Humphrey Bogart, Spencer Tracy & Katharine Hepburn, and Marlon Brando came to catch and eat their own dinners, cooked courtesy of the lodge. As the San Fernando Valley evolved, Studio City sprung up around the hotel and historic Trout Lakes. The joint remains as popular today.*