Montgomery Clift and John Rhys-Meyers

Seriously. No one else noticed the resemblance? It was just me? Really?

UNSUNG HEROES

"Bass players call from all over, wanting to know what type of equipment I use, what type of bass, what kind of strings-- things like that. I'll tell them, but that's not what's important; it's the feel. The strings don't make the sound, it's the feel. It's all in here, in the heart."
- James Jamerson, 1979

Most of the classic 1960s and early 1970s R&B and pop hits you remember very likely feature James Jamerson on bass. He was among the uncredited studio musicians Motown referred to as the “Funk Brothers”. A partial studio list included The Supremes, The Four Tops, The Temptations, The Jackson Five, Little Stevie Wonder, and the list goes on and on. In the 1970s Jamerson played bass on Marvin Gaye's iconic “What’s Goin’ On” album, and many more. He used primarily a Fender Precision bass, and very heavy-gauged strings. He had a melodic method which almost formed a “duet” with the vocal track; and almost never changed his bass strings. He felt the resulting neck-warping warmed the tone of his basses.

A long and permanent victim of alcoholism, James Jamerson died in 1983 at the age of 47. He has since been posthumously inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and the Fender Hall of Fame.

LOW KEYS, HIGH PROFILE

Jaco had plenty of issues, but no frets.

John Francis Anthony Pastorius, later known as “Jaco”, was born in Pennsylvania, and went on to become one of the most revered and influential bassists in history. He started out as a drummer and eventually began playing electric bass in his early teens. He played with such acts as Cochran and the C.C. Riders, Ira Sullivan, Pat Metheney, Herbie Hancock and countless others. He is probably best remembered for his work with the group Weather Report.

He came to be known for his use of harmonics, playing (mostly) a ’60 Fender Jazz bass and a ’62 fretless bass; legend had it that Jaco took the frets off manually. He played in a high register, plucking as opposed to the “slap” method of many bassists of the 1970s and 80s. Most music lovers and critics alike were in awe of his unique way of playing.

Jaco played hard, and he lived hard. His skill and talent were matched only by his outsized ego, and he suffered from severe alcoholism and bipolar disorder. Fortunately, his talent actually backed up his boasting, and usually smoothed over any off-putting first impressions he made with people. As it's been said, “it ain’t braggin' if you can back it up”.

Jaco Pastorius died in 1987 at the age of 35.

AND YOU MAY SAY TO YOURSELF, "THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE!"

Elsa Sullivan Lanchester was born in Lewisham, in London, in 1902. In her early childhood, Elsa studied dance under Isadora Duncan, and later performed in music halls, singing off-color little ditties like “Please Sell No More Drink to My Father”, and “If You Peek in My Gazebo”.

As an actress, she worked with titans such as Alfred Hitchcock, and appeared in a few films with her husband, actor Charles Laughton. She is best remembered for her titular role in the 1935 film The Bride of Frankenstein. Although her total screen time was only about nine minutes, it remains one of the most iconic horror roles in history.

Elsa and Laughton never had children, which in itself is not unusual, except for the theories as to why. The most popular rumors were 1: Laughton was actually gay; 2: She became infertile after a couple of abortions; and 3: Laughton hated children. Whatever the case, it’s too bad such gifted genes were not passed on.

Elsa Lanchester died in 1986, at the age of 84.

IF YOU EVER ESCAPE, BE A GOOD FELLOW AND TAKE ME WITH YOU

A brilliant career that went out of focus.

Bob Crane was born in Connecticut in 1928, and was a musician and DJ before becoming an actor. He co-starred in several TV shows, and in 1965, he starred in the hit sitcom “Hogan’s Heroes”, which ran until 1970. For the next several years, Crane jockeyed between more TV and Disney movie roles; unfortunately, his personal life took a very dark turn.

Crane developed a habit of picking up women, and filming his hotel-room escapades with them. In June 1978, he was found murdered in a hotel room in Scottsdale. The initial suspect in the crime was an estranged friend, a fellow sex-tape enthusiast named John Carpenter. Carpenter was eventually acquitted, due to lack of conclusive evidence (DNA testing was not available then). Crane’s murder remains one of the most baffling unsolved Hollywood mysteries.

At the time of his death, Bob Crane was only 49.

OH KNICKERS! I NEVER WANTED TO BE A NUN ANYWAY!

Irreverent comedian David Allen was born David O’Mahoney in Ireland in 1936. Most Americans remember him from late night reruns on Public Television during British comedy nights. Allen started out in the late 1950s on BBC’s New Faces and early 1960s warming up for The Beatles. By the mid-1960s he landed his own TV gig, The David Allen Show, and from 1971 to 1979, the iconic David Allen At Large.

Besides his observational humor, mostly about religion (he was a “recovering Catholic”), he is probably best remembered for his relaxed, loungy-styled monologues, seated on a high stool and holding the ubiquitous cigarette and low-ball glass. Allen was a graduate of the Dean Martin School of Let-Them-Think-It’s-Liquor, as his glass was usually filled with either tea or ginger-ale. At the end of each show, Allen delivered his trademark closing line, “Good night, thank you, and may your God go with you.”

David Allen passed away in 2005 at the age of 68.

WE OFFER YOU... ESCAPE

When the greatest talents are on the job, it’s almost like they’re not there at all. Gifted character and voice actors, like the incomparable Paul Frees, are perfect examples: their voices become part of the soundtrack of our lives.

Solomon Hersh Frees was born in 1920 in Chicago. He served in WWII and upon returning to the States enjoyed a 40+ year career as a voice and character actor. Paul began in Disney films and progressed to work with the Walter Lantz, UPA, Hanna-Barbera and Rankin-Bass studios. He was an expert at dialects and accents; he overdubbed Tony Curtis' "Josephine" voice in the movie Some Like It Hot, and his voice is still heard today narrating a couple of Disneyland attractions.

He provided the distinctive opening narration to the radio series “Escape”, and he could be heard in many memorable cartoon roles, such as Bullwinkle and Rocky’s nemesis Boris Badenov, Inspector Fenwick in Dudley Do-Right, the original Cap’n Crunch and Pilsbury Doughboy, the voice of John Lennon in the 1960’s Beatles cartoon show; and of course everyone’s favorite, Burgermeister Meisterburger in “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town”.

Paul Frees died in 1986, at the age of 66.

TABLOID TABOO

Meet Hollywood’s very first Brittany Murphy. Sort of.

Actress Olive Thomas was born in Pennsylvania in 1894. She won a beauty contest in New York City in 1914, and from there, she was Hollywood bound. Olive worked in the Ziegfeld Follies, and became the first of the “flappers” in the burgeoning ‘jazz age’. She also became the sister-in-law of acclaimed silent movie actress Mary Pickford, when she married Mary’s brother Jack Pickford in 1918.

Then tragedy struck. In 1920, while on vacation with her husband in France, Olive was found unconscious in her hotel room, of apparent narcotic poisoning, and she died shortly thereafter. She was only 25. The tragic news hit Hollywood like a ton of bricks: in 1920, Hollywood was still in its infancy, and this was its first major “scandal”. Rumors abounded, varying from suicide, to death after too much partying, to even having been murdered by her husband. Upon closer examination, however, a less glamorous truth was revealed: The authorities involved determined that Olive likely misread a prescription, written in French, in a dimly lit room, and ingested mercury bichloride tablets dissolved in alcohol, by mistake. Her death was officially ruled an accident.

That didn’t stop the backlash back in America, however, and only encouraged pundits, clerics and blowhards from all across the country into expounding the evils of Hollywood, and its threat to the flower of Young American Girlhood. The Olive Thomas incident remained grist for the tabloid mill for an entire year, until she was finally pushed out of the headlines in 1921 by the second Hollywood scandal, involving a comedian named Fatty Arbuckle.

But that’s another story. And besides, surely you already know about that one.

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SEE YOU AT THE CROSSROADS

 The blues is the blues, whether it takes the stairway to heaven, or the highway to hell.

Guitarist Robert Johnson was born in 1911 in Mississippi and is considered the most influential blues musician of all time. He made around a dozen albums, and his public image is the stuff of legend and lore. Johnson has long been the subject of an urban legend (that he is rumored to have started himself), that he journeyed to or near the intersection of highways 61 and 49 in Clarksdale, Mississippi, known as the “Crossroads”, and offered his soul to the Devil in exchange for blues musical prowess. His influence on modern-day musicians is so great, that many blues and rock celebrities make regular pilgrimages to his gravesite; he’s practically their patron saint.

Robert Johnson’s early death is also legendary. He died of suspected poisoning; no one is sure exactly how, but the most persistent rumor is that he flirted with a girl whose jealous boyfriend then slipped strychnine in Johnson’s whiskey. Whatever the case, it was 1938, which inducts Robert Johnson into the infamous “27 Club”, along with many other famous musicians who died at the age of 27, including Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Brian Jones and Kurt Cobain. If you believe everything you read, the Devil’s waiting room has gotta be a bit crowded. But you have to admit they’ve got one helluva house band.

YOU'RE NOT MY TYPE

I saw a poster once that said, “I promise I will never use Comic Sans, Hobo or Papyrus Again”. For those of you who are not designers, those are the names of three extremely over-used type fonts.

I’ve been a graphic designer for nigh on 20 years, and an artist all my life, but I have a confession: I’m still not tired of Papyrus. I agree it’s overused, but only by amateurs who use it for entire paragraphs. I still think the font looks nice if it’s just a few words. Soapbox officially dismounted.

That said, here’s an old designer’s joke: Comic Sans walks into a bar, and the bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve your type here”.

THE FACE OF A BABY BOOMER

This is what 48 looks like—at least in my pic (I'm doing a "Mad Men"). There are many things about me that haven’t changed over the years: I still have the fat, chipmunk cheeks, the freakishly large eyes, and stringy hair. A few things have changed: the hair is getting thinner, I have more than one chin, a belly paunch, and so much of my skin’s pigment has receded that sunscreen is a necessity now. But ya know what, it happens to the best of us.

What’s more important now is what you can’t see – what I’ve learned. There’s always folks that are better off, and worse off, than me; I’ll never be the smartest one in the room, nor the dumbest. Don’t get too attached to material things, for you could lose them. A New York minute can change everything.

I have friends who say that every day above ground is a good one. I don’t agree. It is the quality of your days, not the quantity, that matters; any life lived well is long enough. If you can look at yourself in the mirror, and find some reason to smile, then you’re worth something. I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but God doesn’t make mistakes. He did it right, my only obligation to Him is a return on investment.