
Arnold Schwarzenegger promoting Pumping Iron at Cannes. 1977.

Arnold Schwarzenegger promoting Pumping Iron at Cannes. 1977.
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If you were wondering how Ringo Starr got his power from roughly 1976 to 1980 (a period of career freefall), wonder no further. It wasn’t from all the cocaine, it was from his power ring! And that item that you never knew existed can now be yours thanks to an upcoming auction. It’s one of two items consigned by ex-girlfriends of ex-Beatles being offered by the online auction house Mecum Auctions (the things we never knew existed are starting to pile up). This ring was commissioned as a gift for Ringo by his mid-70s era girlfriend Nancy Andrews and was designed by Heyoka Merrifield, supposedly a jeweler to the stars. Ringo wore the ring on the cover of his Ringo the 4th album, an LP that recast the tired-sounding former Fab as an unlikely disco singer and found little favor with the record buying public.

The inscription on the inside of the ring reads, “12/25/76…’You’ll never know just how much I love you'” which aside from being a trite platitude is also a line from You’ll Never Know, a song made popular by Alice Faye in 1943, because at least 3 out of 4 members of The Beatles were fixated on the music of their parents’ generation.
This item is part of a sale of showbiz memorabilia ranging from eyeglasses and clothes owned by John Lennon to a Swarovski Crystal Darth Vader helmet (because we all remember that scene in Star Wars where Darth Vader turned up blinged the fuck out) to a killer pair of truly old school Nikes once owned by some dead Hollywood stuntman to a fairly awesome rolling pin signed by employees of Republic Pictures. So get your credit cards ready.
Meanwhile, Ringo Starr turns 73 today. The oldest Beatle continues to get old.
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John Frankenheimer directs Jeff Corey and Rock Hudson in Seconds as James Wong Howe looks on. 1966.

Claude with his drinking buddy John Barrymore.
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I bought a record by these clowns for a dollar recently because Lee Hazelwood produced it. In case you’re unfamiliar with them, Dino is Dean Martin‘s kid and Desi is Lucy and Desi Arnaz‘s kid. Billy was their lottery-ticket-winner of a classmate. So I guess that makes Lee Hazelwood the go-to producer for the children of the Rat Pack. That job probably paid well. At least I hope it did because based on what is on the album I have, these kids were utterly talentless. They could sort of carry a tune but had voices that Lawrence Welk might have rejected for being a touch white bread and bland. Lee did his best to make something out of nothing so there are some interesting arrangements to be found — particularly on a pretty awesome version of The Lovin Spoonful’s Daydream that is given a reggae rhythm and an I Need You-esque organ part. I’ve listened to that song more times than I’d care to admit. I can’t find it anywhere online but to get an idea of how hopeless these kids were click here to watch a video of them stinking up the joint on some TV show (probably Dean Martin’s) in 1965. And here is their rendition of You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away. They are truly out of their depth on that one.
While writing this, I came across Billy’s website (it’s the kind of site that older rock musicians usually have, the type that looks like it somehow predates the internet) and it turns out he played on all of those pretty good 1970s Beach Boys albums including Holland and Love You so credit where credit is due on that. That he’s also selling a documentary about Dennis Wilson that he made (predictably entitled Forever) that looks as low rent as his website is perhaps less admirable. Particularly because he’s charging $25 for the film on a DVD-R and an additional $8 for shipping.
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Orson Welles, Janet Leigh, Akim Tamiroff in Touch of Evil. 1958.
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